Hi :) Yes its 3 oclock in the morning where I live and I'm still up writing. Ah well, it's summer.
I'm sorry that this one is short. Hope you enjoy it :)
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Before I knew it, it was 11 o'clock. I had spent my night sitting with Miley, Oliver and Melissa. As the end of the night approached, I was pretty drunk, all thanks to Miley who had been practically forcing drink down my throat. I wasn't the only one, Oliver had also been forced to down every bottle that came near him. Thankfully neither of us were like Miley who was too drunk to describe. The only person to have left so far was Mr Stewart.
As it got later, it began to quieten down. The kids where getting tired. "David looks likes he is dying to go home," I laughed. David was sitting next to Jackson, drinking a soft drink.
"Do you?" Oliver asked "Nahhh, can't really be bother-"
CRASHH.
We all shot up from our seats. Jackson's daughter Haley had fell down the stairs.
"Dadddyyy!!!!!" she screamed.
Jackson ran towards her.
"Oh my g-. Her ankle."
"It hurtss!!!"
I looked at her ankle. It looked out of shape, she had definitely broke it.
"I can't drive her to hospital, I've been drinking," Jackson was panicing.
"I will," David said, " I'll takes you both there, I think I'm the only one sober."
"Thank you soo much."
"Lilly, will I take the kids with me?" David asked.
"I think Hannah and Lucas are upstairs sleeping." I replied. I looked at Melissa, "are you wanting to go with your Dad?"
Melissa nodded and followed David out the door.
"My Hannah is upstairs, can I just leave her here?" Jackson asked.
"Yeah," I said.
Jackson, David, Haley and Melissa all left.
"Where's Miley?" Oliver asked.
I looked towards the kitchen where Miley was lying in a heap on the floor sleeping.
"Should we put her to bed?" he suggested "I think so," I replied.
This was easier said than done.
"Mileeeeey?" I spoke softly as Oliver and I tried to get her up. It wasn't happening. We ended carrying her up the stairs. Oliver took her under the arms and I took her legs.
"Ok, we deserve another drink for that," Oliver said, heading to the kitchen to pour more drinks.
"Yeah, I think we do," I laughed.
Oliver returned to his seat.
"I had fun tonight," I said, "I mean when was the last time you have had a night like this?"
"High School."
"That wasn't yesterday."
"Tell me about it." he laughed.
"So, why did Claire leave so early?" I asked, being nosey.
"O, who knows"
"Well she is your wife."
"Sadly."
"Is that you talking, or the drink?"
"Bit of both," he giggled like a little girl.
For one minute I had thought Oliver didn't actually love Claire. My heart had started thumbing. Why? I didn't know. I didn't love Oliver, I had David.
"Ahh dear Lilly, look at us. Sitting drunk at a reunion party at the age of 33. We both have our own families, that have nothing to do with each other."
"Not the way we expected, ae?"
Oliver looked me in the eyes, remembering the way we did expect our futures to be. I looked into his. They were so beautiful. They were dark and full of so much mystery. He smiled at me, I smiled back and before I knew it, we were kissing.
I expected myself to stop, but the drink took over me and I just kept going. I couldn't lie and say I didn't enjoy it; I loved every minute of it. My hands moved to the back of his head. I felt his touch my neck. We kept on going until eventually he popped open the top button of my dress. Everything after that became a blur.
"Oliver!!!! Lilly!!!" I heard David's voice from outside the door. I looked at the clock. 4.30. Oliver and I must have fell asleep. "Coming," I said. All I had on was Oliver's jumper, not that I remembered putting it on. I slipped on my dress and rushed to the door.
"How is Haley?" I asked as soon as I saw David and Melissa.
"Like we thought, she's broken it."
"Where are they?"
"Still at the hospital, they've to stay the night."
"Aww, ok."
David walked around me and sat on the sofa across from Oliver, who was only half awake.
"What have you been doing for the last five hours?" David asked.
"Sleeping I think," I yawned to show David that I hadn't meant that we slept together, though I really wasn't sure waht happened.
"And where's Miley?"
"Asleep upstairs."
"Hannah and Lucas?"
"Asleep upstairs."
"Well I'll go get them and we'll head home."
"What about Jackson's Hannah?"
"She can stay at ours. I'm guessing Miley is a bit too hung over."
David and Melissa went upstairs to get the kids.
"Oliver?" I said quietly, "Tell me we didn't"
He didn't reply, instead he just looked straight into my eyes. What had I done?!
