Chapter 2

Ally's POV

I felt a little weird after the fourth drink. I didn't think much of it. I mean, it was only a drink, right? Dallas was away when I caught up to him.

"Where are you going babe?" I giggle.

"Look Ally, I think you need to go home."

"No Dallas! You are not ruining this night for me!" I screamed at him.

"ALLY! You need to leave!"

"Shut up Dallas before I slap you." I said.

"Ally, you are so drunk so I will forgive you for that."

"Excuse me Dallas, but I don't get drunk." I said as I fell over.

Being drunk is kind of a rush. You see things differently. It kind of felt like I was in the wizard of Oz, and I was in the spinning house with Dorothy ahaha. It also gives you a warm feeling. Something I haven't felt in a long time.

"You can go Dallas. I knew that you wouldn't want to have fun. So you can just go home and get drunk on your own, which is no fun without this bitch right here!" As I pointed to myself.

"Fine Ally." He said as he rolled his eyes and walked off.

"RUN AWAY DALLAS! NO ONE WANTS A PARTY SHITTER HERE ANYWAY!"

Did I really say that to my crush. I mean I love him and I blew it. I don't know what to do with myself now.

"Ally?" Austin asked.

"Yeah?" As I grin at him.

"Are you okay? You seem a little wasted." He questioned

"I'm good. Soooooo good." I said to him

"Okay?" He said a little nervous.

Austin looked so good. Is it me or is he sooo hot? Hopefully it was only the beer talking.

"Austin?" I say as I play with strings on his hoodie.

"Yes?" He said.

"I love you so much."

I pull him in and kiss him for longer than I thought was needed. Do I know where to draw the line when I'm drunk?