Why do people say "Happy Halloween"? Part Two
Lillian POV
I stood on the side, watching everyone in the party dance and drink. Harper and Phil were dancing in the middle of the room, smiling and laughing. I bit my lip and looked down at the cup in my hand. At that point, I wasn't sure if I wanted to get drunk or not. I only had about two really weak drinks that weren't doing much. Actually… I don't think they did anything. But whatever. When I looked up I saw Dan walking over to me, his dimples showing. I smiled as he stood next to me.
"Hey." I said, shouting of the music. Hey, Ithough, hey is all you can think of you social twat? He smiled brighter
"Hey." He shouted back, "Look, I need to tell you something."
"What?" I shouted. He took my hand and we walked into a hallway, not so close to the speakers. I brushed the hair out of my face. I over did it, definitely. I died my entire head black with hair dye that washes out the first time and curled it. I used so much hairspray that it looked like a wig. "You were saying?"
Dan slipped his hand to the back of my neck and softly pressed his lips against mine. After the initial shock and the internal fagirling, I gently kissed him back. I could feel him smile, though his lips never left. So, because he's contagious, I smiled back. I placed my cup on the extremely convenient table next to me and wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his Gerard hair a bit. With the hand that wasn't on my neck, he held my waist against his. The kiss was gentle and careful, and barely became any more passionate. He bit his lip as we pulled away and I looked into his chocolate brown eyes.
"Dan… that was…" my voice flattered, unable to comprehend using words how it was
"To good to be true?" he suggested, raising an eyebrow. I laughed, that really was the only way to describe it. Though, my smile completely faded just a few moments later. "Lillian," he asked, concern clear in his voice, "What is it?"
I blinked a couple of times, staring at him, "Dan… y- you're drunk." His eyes widened and he shook his head, "I can smell the alcohol on you, Dan. You're drunk."
"No I'm not." He protested, "I've only had a couple of drinks I'm fine!" he kissed me again but I pulled away.
"Dan I… I can't." I said, I'm not sure why but at that point I was on the verge of tears, "You should lie down." I looked away, avoiding his chocolate eyes. He took my face in his hands, though I still avoided his gaze
"I don't need to, I'm perfect." I put my hand on his, "And I'm much better now." I moved his hands off me and held them
"Let's go to the car, you should sit down." I said.
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Lillian opened the door for Dan and went into the other side of the car. She sat next to him in the back seat and sighed as she looked in his eyes. Dan, who was basically laying and not sitting, looked back at her. He felt bad that he did what he did, even if he wasn't actually drunk. It was true that he only had a couple of drinks, which really only calmed his nerves. But he upset her and felt terrible. Dan took his hand in hers.
"Lillian you have to believe me." He pleaded with both his eyes and his voice
"You're drunk." She said quietly. He held her hands tighter as she shut her eyes
"No I'm not. I-"
"Daniel." She opened her eyes and looked at him sternly. Her breathing was shaky and staggered. "Please," her voice cracked, "Please don't."
"No, I have to. I'm in love with you Lillian, you have to know that." She looked down, "Weather I'm drunk or sober, awake or asleep, morning, noon, or night, I love you." He put his hands on her shoulders, "I know that it was a mistake to tell you tonight. But that doesn't mean it's not true."
"Please Dan…" she begged. A few tears streaked down her face. He gently wiped them away, which only made them fall faster.
Slowly and carefully, Dan leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. And even though tears dripped off her face and onto his. She barely kissed him back, though she didn't pull away. Her hands were tightly gripping his jacket. Dan moved his hands down from her shoulders, to her back, and stopped at her waist. Lillian's tears stopped as her arms wrapped around his neck, though he could still feel her shaking in his arms. Dan leaned back, laying on the backseat of the car, pulling Lillian on top of him. She un pressed her lips from his, but stayed close.
"I'm sorry Lillian." Dan said quietly. She stayed silent, and if he wasn't paying close attention, I wouldn't have noticed that her only reaction was gripping his neck a bit tighter. Slower than before, Dan kissed her again. He ran his hands up her corset, feeling all the strings run across her front. Lillian took in a sharp breath and pulled away. Her eyes were extremely wide. She sat up and stared at him. "Lillian?" Dan asked, breathing a bit heavily
"I, uh, I should tell Harper and Phil we left. I'll be right back." Lillian got out of the car and ran back to the party. When she found Harper and Phil, they were some of the last 35 ish people dancing. Lillian grabbed Harper's hand and dragged her away.
"Lillian, what's going on?" Harper asked, a bit worried. She saw her skin was even paler under the make up. Her make up was smeared with tear streaks, "What's wrong."
"Dan. He…" Lillian choked, starting to cry again, "He got drunk and he kissed me. He kept saying he loved me." Harper hugged her friend as she wept, "I know he's drunk, but he kept saying he's not!"
"What's going on?" Phil asked when he walked in. Harper kept an arm around Lillian's shoulder as she continued to cry and motioned Phil to come over, "Lillian what's going on?"
"Dan got drunk and said he loved her." Harper whispered
The car ride home was probably the most awkward one in history. Harper and Lillian sat up front, with Lillian driving. Even though she wasn't in an emotionally good state, she was the only non drunk one (in everyone's mind, but Dan). In the back seat, Phil and Dan were yelling at each other quietly so the girls didn't hear them. Though they could, but only Harper cared about what they were saying. And she was happy when she heard Dan said that he felt like shit.