Hey! Wow, I'm so glad y'all liked chapter 8, 'cause this one goes pretty much the same way, lol. That's a huge relief!
I might not be able to be updating as much as I usually do, 'cause I've been really busy since I got back. I'm not sure when I'll get some idle time again :(((... But don't worry! All I'm saying is that I might not update as many times a day/week as I used to, but I will update as much as I can!
Enjoy!
Chapter IX
The constant and utterly annoying sound of my phone ringing started off low and far, but as it kept on going, it only got closer and louder. I turned around on the couch trying to ignore it, figuring it would eventually stop, but that mere thought seemed to intensify the sound.
"For fuck's sake, can you please answer that shit?" I heard Dakota's sleepy, low voice echo somewhere near me. "I feel like it's inside my fucking skull."
I groaned and reluctantly and slowly opened my eyes. The clarity coming from the open curtains of the windows in the living room made my head spin and my eyes ache. I fought the urge of collapsing back on the couch and looked around for the source of the insanely inconvenient sound. It was on top of the fireplace and I moaned in pain realizing I would have to get up to reach it.
"What?" I didn't even mind looking at the screen to see who was calling. I just took the phone and laid on the floor spooning Dakota.
"Alex, we have to talk." It was Miley. She didn't sound happy.
Well, neither did I.
"Miley, fuck you. Don't call me this early ever again."
"Early?!" She asked before I could hang up. "It's almost 5pm, Alex. I don't care what you did last night with Psychota, we need to talk. I'm on a hang over too, so join me, won't you? I'll be waiting in my basement."
"Miley, I'm not going anywhere. I don't care how early or late it is, my head is exploding and I need to rest."
"It's about Mitchie."
I took a deep breath and tightened my grip around Dakota's waist.
"I don't care, Miley. We talked yesterday, I'm not doing this anymore. I don't wanna know anything else about her. I'm gonna hang up now."
"Alex, don't you dare. Trust me, I wouldn't get involved or insist on this if I didn't think it was necessary. We need to talk."
"Miley, no. I can't do this right now. I'm already gonna have to see her when we get back to school, just let me have at least a few spare days, okay? Don't wait for me 'cause I'm not going to your house. I'm sorry, but I've made my decision. Happy new year." I finally hung up and decided to turn off my phone just in case.
"What's up?" Dakota asked in a lazy, whispered voice.
I duck my face in the skin of her neck and closed my eyes.
"Nothing, let's just sleep. I think I'm still drunk from all that wine."
"Drunk? I'm still sore from all that sex." I joined her as she chuckled and softly bit her earlobe.
"Thank you. I hadn't had a night like last night in forever."
She turned her body around and I felt the tip of her fingers slowly caressing my face.
"I love you. I wish you loved me back."
I sighed and opened my eyes staring into hers.
"Don't do this, Dakota. Let's not ruin what we've had these past few days getting feelings involved."
"I know, baby. I know. I'm just saying. I know you love Mitchie." I rolled my eyes at the mention of her name, craving for the day when I wouldn't hear it again or it wouldn't affect me so much.
"Not for long, hopefully."
"You still haven't told me what happened between you two last night..."
"And I won't. Let's just enjoy the day we have left together and forget about everyone and everything. How do you like that?" I asked as I pecked her lips and brought her even closer to me.
The wide smile that took over her face made my own lips curve up into one.
"I love that!" She sat up a little before straddling me. "That's all I want, Alex. Be with you and only you."
I sighed and smiled softly as I watched her face get closer to mine before our tongues tangled into a heated kiss. I placed my hands on each side of her hips, caressing up and down the soft skin of her thighs.
When the doorbell started ringing, we tried to ignore the sound and focus on our make out session that was getting more and more intense by the minute. We were both already gasping for air as our bodies slowly grinded on each other.
"Maybe I should..." I groaned when I felt Dakota's teeth on the pulse point in my neck. "Get the door."
She stopped moving for a while and just let out a frustrated breath before climbing off of me.
"Fine." We both started to look around the room for our clothes. "I'm gonna go make dinner or something. We have been using all this energy all night long and haven't eaten since before the party! We're probably gonna pass out at any second." She chuckled as she put on her underwear and her big white coat before going to the kitchen.
"I'm coming!" I yelled at the person literally murdering my doorbell. I didn't mind putting my bra on or zipping my pants. All I wanted was to ditch the person at the door and get back to Dakota. I got up from the couch and walked to the door, opening it just enough to see who was behind it. "Natalie? What are you doing here?"
Her face was slightly blushed from the cold wind outside. I noticed her eyes seemed sad... Somewhat.
"Hey." The light, small smile on her face was very different from the face-eating ones I was used to. "I'm sorry for ringing the doorbell like that. I have to drive back to New York in a bit, but I really wanted to talk to you before. Can I come in?"
I gulped glancing at the messy living room behind me. Dakota's clothes were still laying on the floor and I'm pretty sure I still had obvious sex hair.
"Yes." She nodded and walked in as I closed the door. When I turned around, Natalie was standing still while her eyes scanned the whole room.
After a few seconds, she closed her eyes as an ironic grin made its way through her lips. She shook her head before looking at me.
"Never mind. I should go. I'm obviously interrupting something."
"No, Nat, wait." I blocked her way to the door. "I didn't know you were coming over."
"Alex, it's fine. We don't have anything anymore, you're free to be with whoever you want."
I nodded and looked towards the kitchen, praying that Dakota wouldn't get out of there anytime soon.
"I'm sorry we didn't get to talk yesterday at the party. I didn't stay for long..."
"Yeah... I was hoping we would get to spend some time together yesterday." She took a deep breath and placed both hands inside her jacket's pockets. "I slept over at a friend's house nearby, so when I woke I was planning on taking you out for some coffee before I went back to New York." She let out a sad smile before leaning against the wall. "I should have called. I didn't know you were with someone else."
I cleared my throat and took a step closer to her.
"I'm not. Not exactly... She's a friend from Seattle. She's flying back tomorrow night." I stood in front of her, our bodies separated for just inches. "I miss you, Nat. Maybe we could do something over the weekend?"
My throat ran dry when her eyes stared down at my lips.
"I miss you too." She looked up back at me. "I would love to do something on the weekend." The loud sound of pans falling down in the sink coming from the kitchen made both me and Natalie jump away from each other. For a second, I had completely forgotten about Dakota. I looked at the kitchen door, but she was still nowhere to be seen, though the noises reassured that she was still there. Nat cleared her throat and softly smiled at me. "I should go. Call me."
"I will." I opened the door and watched as the girl walked back to her car, waving goodbye just seconds before pulling off the driveway and disappearing on the road.
I shut the door and leaned my forehead on it for a few seconds closing my eyes. If it hadn't been for the sound of the pans, I would've probably kissed Natalie while Dakota was less than fifty feet away.
Before starting to clean out the living room, I walked to the radio and turned it on. Frank Ocean's Thinking' of You was playing. I rolled my eyes so dramatically I even saw my brain inside my skull. For fuck's sake, what's up with being in love anyway? You never get a fucking break.
I decided I wouldn't risk zapping through any other mainstream radio stations, 'cause everything people seem to write about these days is being in love or getting your heart broken. Or getting high and fucking bitches. I mean, why can't the UK produce angry anarchyst punks anymore? My parents were so lucky to turn on the radio and listen to Sex Pistols and The Clash raping guitar strings and spitting youth anthems into mics instead of One Directions' happy silly summer songs.
Just to be safe, I tuned into the local jazz station. The blues are depressive by definition, but at least they give you eternal minutes of pure instrumental bliss instead of putting broken hearted thoughts into words - most of the times, at least. In a worst case scenario, I would have a divine instrumental soundtrack to my current - almost - suicidal tendencies.
When I was finished cleaning around, I walked into the kitchen just in time to see Dakota setting the counter with lunch. She had cooked spaghetti soaked in oil, garlic and basil.
"Man, this smells like heaven!" I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind as she reached the upper shelf to get glasses, but she shrinked in my arms instead of being all lovey dovey as usual. "Hey... What's wrong?" I let go of her as she turned around to place the glasses on the counter and I saw her red puffy eyes. She had been crying. "Love, what happened?"
I heard as she scoffed at me before sitting on one of the stools.
"Love..." Her ironic whisper came out before she shook her head and started putting the spaghetti on her plate. "Tell me, love, who was it at the door?" She didn't look up from what she was doing while she spoke.
I sighed and sat on the stool across from her.
"It was Natalie. The girl from New York I told you about."
"Right." She nodded still looking down at the food in her plate.
I got up and walked to the fridge.
"What do you wanna drink?"
"Water." She swallowed her food and finally stared at me as I sat back down. "I heard what you said about me, you know. I was going there to ask if she was gonna stay for dinner."
I frowned.
"What did I say that made you cry?!"
She chuckled humorless.
"It doesn't matter. If you can't realize it by yourself, than it's just another confirmation of what a big fucking imbecil I am."
"Dakota, what the fuck? Why would you say that?!"
The sound of the silver cutlery colliding with the porcelain plate made me shiver at the same as Dakota looked at me completely pissed. Here we go again...
"Fuck you, Alex! I've been the perfectly comprehensive, passive, pacific little bitch you've always wanted me to be. I've been going to therapy for almost a year now because I wanted to be a better person for you. I've changed for you. I'm taking some really heavy fucking pills to help me control my mood swings and temper because I thought once I had it all in place, you would give me a chance. Give us a chance. I came here with you thinking maybe you would be able to know a little better the new me, the improved me. Instead, all I get are empty stares. You don't listen to me, you barely even look at me anymore since we met again in Seattle. Your mind is always miles away from where we are." Her blue eyes were soaking in tears as she tried to talk without muttering. "If it wasn't for the argument you had with Miley yesterday morning, I would probably keep on thinking I was still the reason for you to be so discconected from everything, 'cause I know for a fact you wouldn't have told me about Mitchie." She took a deep breath while unsuccessfully trying to wipe away the tears. "I'm not stupid, Alex. I know you've been fucking me as a way to forget her. Last night you said her name so many times I even lost count. But I know your conversation with her didn't go well and, besides, we were both really drunk. I know you wouldn't do that on purpose because you were never disrespectful. Until five minutes ago."
"What?! What did I do five minutes ago that was so disrespectful for you to break down like that, Dakota?"
"Alex. You were at the door asking a girl out while I was right here. You fucking kissed her while I was here, for crying out loud!"
"No I didn't!"
"I don't care! You were about to, then. I didn't stay to watch. I might be a lot of things, but I'm most definitely not a masochist. Couldn't you at least have the decency to wait for me to fly back to Seattle tomorrow night to call Natalie and then ask her? Did you really have to make plans for the weekend while I was here like your stupid little whore cooking?"
"Dakota, I'm sorry."
"I don't fucking care if you're sorry or not!" She shouted cutting me off. "You're selfish, Alex. You've always been selfish. Always. I don't know what went down with that Mitchie girl last night, but I would guess that, just for a change, you're too scared to commit. Or to put your big ass ego aside for a second and think about the people around you. You're talking about getting away from your friends... What the hell? Are you too dumb to understand that no relationship works unilaterally? It necessarily involves more than one person to be called a relationship or a friendship, Alex. And if you're dictating the rules yourself, you're just being plain selfish. Don't you see you always end up hurting everybody around you? Harper's been putting up with your shit all these years because you grew up together and she's the only person you actually listen to. Too bad she's only hearing your side to this story. I wish she could come over spend a few days with you and hear what your friends here have to say." The evil grin on her face reminded me how bitchy Harper could get when she thought I was wrong. Or being selfish. I sighed and rubbed my eyes. "I can only feel sorry for Mitchie. I've never seen you in love, Alex, but I've seen you scared. And that's exactly when you reach your golden stage of selfishness. I know you're scared of everything you're feeling. It is overwhelming. It does hurt. And no, it does not go away, no matter what you do or what you don't do. Staying away from your friends won't solve anything, it'll just hurt everyone and make you feel like you're the loneliest human being on Earth." She hopped off the stool and pulled her hair up in a loose bun. "I'd like to say I feel bad for your situation, but I can't. I really hope you end up taking something positive out of all the suffering you're going through. I've been there. You've been my Mitchie for years." She smiled sadly shaking her head. "Now I realize I could never have you, because you never loved me like I love you. But you did help me get better from my sickness, and I'm thankful for that. That's the good that came out from all the bad. I hope you're able to get healed from your chronic selfishness. Unfortunately, there are no pills to help you. You can only count on yourself on that. Which is the big idea... How to control your ego if the only person able to help you is you?" She let out a breath wiping one last tear that had fought its way down her right cheek. "I'm leaving now. You don't need to take me to the airport, I'll call a cab. Thanks for having me. Inspite of everything, I had a great time. I'll see you soon."
And then I was all alone in the cold kitchen. As I listened to a very lonely and saddened sax whine its notes from the speaker box in the living room still tuned in the jazz station, I felt my face get drenched by tears that ran down uncontrolably.
When did my life get so complicated? When did I start not knowing what to do or how to act?
Dakota is right. It is overwhelming. And exhausting. I feel like I don't have control over anything anymore. All around me things are tumbling down while I stand here watching. Numb.
"Alex, what are you doing?" From the couch, I watched as my family got inside the house finally getting back from the trip.
"Um... Watching TV?"
"Boys, go upstairs and get in the shower. That includes you, Jeff!" She bossed around as all three boys murmured complaints. "Alex, I meant what are you doing laying on the couch watching TV at ten in the morning when you should be in school?"
"Oh. That." I moaned as I sat up.
"Yes, that. Why aren't you at school?"
"I wasn't feeling very well when I woke up so I decided to skip."
"Oh yeah, honey?" Her expression was sympathetic as she sat down next to me. "Are you feeling any better now?" I nodded with a small smile. "Great! There's a lot to do today and since you're feeling better and at home, you're gonna help me!"
"Wait, no. I actually think I still have a little bit of headache left, I should take an aspirin and lay down for a while."
"No way, young lady. Get that pretty butt off that couch. Start cleaning your room. I don't even wanna imagine what it might be like after all those days alone in here. Then come down to help me with lunch." She kept on rambling as she walked up the stairs with her suitcase.
I groaned and collapsed back on the couch, closing my eyes. Back to reality...
On the next morning I was at my locker trying to find the math sheet I was supposed to deliver by fourth period and hadn't even started doing yet. I was going to have to do it sometime before math class. I was humming to a Mother Mother song playing in my headphones, so when I shut my locker I almost fainted as I noticed Mitch was standing next to me going through some papers herself. She had her head down looking at them and didn't seem to mind the fact I was pretty much standing still while staring at her. I had been caught off guard.
"Hey, Lex! Good morning!" I turned around to find Lindsay with the biggest smile ever. It was kind of creepy, to be honest. She was never that happy so early. "Hey, Mitch!" I internally sighed reminding myself Lindsay could become a problemnot ... She didn't know about the Mitch situation. And I didn't really know if I wanted to tell her. But, then again, if I didn't, she would keep starting conversations with both of us. And that was something that just could not happen anymore.
"Hey." Mitchie smiled softly at her completely ignoring me.
I guess I deserve that.
I pulled down my headphones so they were resting on my shoulders.
"Alex, I missed you! We haven't talked since before New Years and you didn't show up yesterday. I thought about calling you, but the most awesome thing happened and I kinda forgot!"
"Oh? What happened?"
"Well, you guys know about Brad, right? The older guy who goes to Columbia? Mitch, I think you know him?" I looked at the girl next to me as she nodded, still acting as if I didn't exist. "Well, he's finally graduating this year, and after that he's going to spend like three months traveling around Europe and Asia and he asked me to come with him!"
"No way!" I said in desbelief, but equally happy. Despite the fact that she dated two other guys at the same time, I knew how crazy Lindsay was about Brad. I'd say he was her favorite out of the three.
"Honey, that's great!" Mitchie replied with one of her gigantic, heart melting smiles. "I don't know Brad very well, but he's good friends with Jennifer. Maybe you guys can even try to meet up if you happen to be in the same country or at least close?"
"Oh my God, that would be incredible! I'll totally tell him." She nodded eagerly as Mitchie chuckled at Lindsay's reaction. "We're planning a little goodbye party, but that won't be until around our own graduation, so don't worry. I'll let you guys know when it's closer, though."
"Sounds great! I'll talk to Jennifer so maybe she can arrange things to be near you guys by the time you get there."
"Thanks, Mitch. I'm sure Brad would love that!" Her wide smile hadn't left her face once until she looked back at me and it slightly shrinked. "Lex, are you alright?"
I heard as Mitch cleared her throat and shut her locker. I looked up at her and our eyes met just for a second before she turned back to Lindsay.
"I have to go. I'm really happy for you, Lindsay. Tell Brad I said 'hi'. I'll let you know whenever I get to talk to Jen again." They shared a quick hug. "See you later."
"See you, Mitch." We both stood there for an instant watching the brunette walk away towards the stairs before Lindsay turned back to me. "I feel like I'm not catching on something. Is everything okay between you too?"
I sighed and rubbed my temples. Well... Since I was pretty much friendless, I should fill Lindsay in. She would probably the only person I would talk 'til school finished.
"No, doll face. Not. At. All."
"Crap. I hate holidays. Something bad always happens. What is it?"
"It's kind of a long story... I'm glad we have first period together." I entwined our arms together and started walking with her.
A couple of months the later, things hadn't changed much. Mitchie and I still didn't talk. At all. I had reached a place in my mind, body and soul of constant agony. The worst thing about all that? My feelings for her hadn't changed one bit. I still felt exactly the same. But I kept on pushing those feelings down my heart as hard as I could every single day. Everytime I saw her or heard her voice. All the blahblahblah... I felt so ridiculously pathetic.
Even though my daily struggle against my feelings for Mitchie, I was back together with Natalie. I mean, we aren't exactly in an official relationship, but that's pretty much what it is. Gladly, my entire family seems to love her, so my mom doesn't act all XXth Century whenever I ask if Nat can spend the night or the weekend over.
I still talk to Miley and Taylor. Not as much as before, but we do. Whenever Mitchie and Nick choose to spend some alone time, we have little alcohol fiestas at Miley's basement. So naturalIy I also grew closer to Liam and Charlie. They were really fun and awesome company. And the fact that Nat was already friends with Miley made everything easier.
Of course it killed me to know that while I was there with them, Mitch was with Nick. Doing things I'd rather not think about. And usually I actually manage to keep those thoughts away from my mind after a glass or two of vodka with anything. Or some Patrón. But tonight it wasn't working. Not one bit.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Natalie sat next to me on the couch and hugged my waist. I put my glass down on the table and hugged her back.
"Nothing, babe. I'm just tired. School is taking its tool on me."
"Come on, Lex." She pulled away a little bit so we could look at each other. "I think I've known you for quite some time now to know when you're actually tired or somethig's just bothering your beautiful mind. Talk to me."
I looked down into her bright green eyes and smiled thinking how lucky I was to have her. But then the question that's been tormenting me for weeks popped up into my head again: why couldn't I have fallen in love with her? She's gorgeous, and just as sweet and nice as Mitchie. Besides the fact that she's gay and actually into me! I sighed and tightened my grip around her, mentally answering myself.
She's amazing, but she's not Mitchie.
"I'm fine, Nat. Don't worry. Maybe I just need some more shots."
"Alex, don't. You've already taken like five. We still have to go back home!"
"Girls, there's no need for that!" Charlie chimed in sitting on the table in front of us. "You know you're always welcome to crash around, we've got planty of rooms available. Especially mine!" He grinned at us and we both rolled our eyes knowing what was coming. "Have you thought about that three some proposal?"
"Charlie, don't." Nat said. "You know it's never gonna happen."
"Alright, alright." He threw his hands up in a surrender gesture. "But how about if I just watch? I promise I'll behave."
"Oh my fucking lord, Charlie get outta here!" I told him slightly kicking his leg. "I forbid you of even picturing us together, that's totally creepy!"
He laughed out loud throwing his head back and got up.
"Sorry, Lex, but I can't control my dirty thoughts. You're both just too hot."
I groaned and rolled my eyes before getting up to get the tequila bottle.
"Um... Guys?" I looked at Miley who was standing on top of the stairs, near the door. She locked eyes with me... They seemed somewhat appologetic. "Guess who I found on my way back from the bathroom?" I frowened as she climbed down and behind her came Nick. And Mitchie.
I closed my eyes and let out a low humorless chuckle as I put down the shot glass and took the whole tequila bottle with me and sat back down on the couch next to Natalie.
"Hey, dude!" Charlie said as he greeted Nick with a loose hand shake and a weird boy hug. "I didn't know you were coming. Hi, Mitch!"
"We weren't." Nick answered as he put his right hand in his pocket and hugged Mitchie's neck with the other arm. "But my friend's house is just a block away, and when we finished dinner Mitch and I didn't really feel like going home. And we knew you were down to some fuckery tonight, so we decided to stop by." He smiled and looked down at Mitchie. "Right, beautiful?"
She nodded before planting a little kiss on his jaw.
I held back my urge to scoff at the view and took a long gulp of the bottle instead.
"Baby, watch it, please. You're drinking way too much tonight."
I placed the tequila on the table feeling my throat burn as the liquid went down through it. Then I turned to Natalie and pulled her onto my lap as she put her hands in the back of my neck and smiled.
"Don't you even, missy." I kissed the exposed skin of her collarbone as I felt her breathing become uneven. "I know how much you like drunken sex."
She giggled before twirling her fingers in my hair and pulling it a little hard, making me moan lowly. I kept on kissing her soft skin, tracing the way down to her cleavage.
"Alex..." She tried to say, but stopped to let out another moan when I lightly bit the area just above her left breast. "Alex, stop." She whisper-yelled pulling my head back. "We're not alone."
"Oh, don't mind us!" I heard Charlie say. "We're all enjoying this just as much as you are!" He grinned. "I mean, maybe except for Mitchie since she's not bi, like Miley, nor is she a guy like the rest of us... But I figure you and Nick are gonna get dirty tonight anyway, so why not get him a little girl on girl action to make it even better later, huh?"
I sighed and leaned my head against Nat's side as she started to slowly scratch my back up and down with her nails.
"Fucking Jesus, sometimes I'm so ashamed of being related to you, Charlie!" She punched hard his arm. "No wonder you're the only single person in the room."
"Hey! I chose to be single, alright? I don't think it's fair for only one lady to be able to taste this." He said in a cocky tone while pointing to his body. "Every girl has the right to be happy at least once. And I'm committed to make that happen."
"Okay, enough. Go upstairs get us more ice. And take as long as you need." Miley said pushing him towards the stairs. "Better yet, don't come back. You already drunk too much, not to mention you burned down a third of my glory box, so tomorrow we're gonna set this straight."
"Whatever. I might as well just wander around looking for a lady who wants to be merry tonight! Don't wait up, Miles. Use protection, kids. Except you." He said pointing at me and Nat. "You don't need it. But maybe you need a video camera. I promise I'll pay good money!"
"LEAVE!" Miley literally screamed as Charlie climbed up the stairs laughing. "Jesus fucking Christ. I'm sorry, guys. You know my brother." She rolled her eyes as she accepted the blunt Liam passed to her. "Nick, Mitch... Do you guys wanna drink anything?"
"No, hun, thanks." Mitch said as she sat on the armchair right across from where I was. The same armchair we shared once. Oh, the memories... Those are the worst. "We're not staying for long."
"Yeah... But it's okay if I have one beer, right?" Nick asked with a smirk on his face. Mitch chuckled and nodded.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, babe." Nat whispered close to my ear. "Maybe when I come back we can leave and get back to your place?" She scratched my earlobe with her teeth and I couldn't avoid a gasp. I quickly glanced at Mitch, glad she was distractedly talking to Miley and Liam. I kissed her before she hopped off of me and walked away.
"Miley, where are the beers?" Nick asked bending down with his head almost inside the mini fridge.
"They're in the kitchen, man." Liam answered him getting up from where he was sitting on the floor next to Miley. "Come on, I'll get one too."
Hey. Hold on. I can't stay here alone with Miley and Mitchie!
"So..." I heard Miley chuckle as she laid part of her body on the floor, supporting her upper body with her elbows as she took another drag of the blunt. "If Cait was here, I'd say this is just like old times when you weren't both acting like fucking bitches."
I reached the Patrón bottle on the table and drank until I felt like choked a little.
"Quiet, Miley." Mitchie hissed.
"Girls, come on." She sat up straight. "Don't you think this has been going on long enough?" Silence. Mitchie was looking down at her phone and I was trying not to faint from all that blood in my alcohol stream. "So seriously? You're never ever gonna talk to each other again? Lex, come on. You were the one who started all this. You're with Nat now! Didn't you get at least a little bit over your feelings for Mitchie?"
I rolled eyes and took another long gulp. The fact that Mitch looked up to me after hearing Miley's question didn't go unnoticed.
"I don't know why you ask questions you already know the answer to..." At first, I had thought I hadn't said that out loud, but when Miley softly choked on her joint and Mitch involuntarily widened her eyes at me, I realized I had.
"Wow. What happened in here?" Liam asked as he walked down the stairs with Nick and Nat. "I can almost touch the tension!" The three of them chuckled, except for me, Miley and Mitchie.
"Baby, can we please go?" Natalie whined as she sat on her knees next to me. "I'm drunk and tired. And horny." The last words she whispered next to my face before kissing me.
"Babe, I don't think I can drive..." I mumbled against her lips.
She pulled back.
"So what now? I can't drive either, I'm way too drunk."
"Um..." Nick cleared his throat and we both looked at him, who was sitting on Mitchie's lap facing us. Her arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, her head resting on his chest. She looked up at him when he started to talk. "We can take you if you want. We're leaving in a bit too." Mitch's face was pure discontent.
As was mine.
"Thanks, Nick, but maybe we should just stay here. I don't wanna bother you." I said.
"Yes, honey." Mitchie agreed. "Besides, they can't just leave their car here."
"Come on, it's no problem at all. We're going to Mitchie's anyway, you guys live almost next door. And Miley could leave your car at your house tomorrow, right?" He asked looking at her who broke the heated kiss with Liam to nod at him. "See?"
Okay, is this dude just plain stupid? Doesn't he know I'm drunk enough to sexually harass his girlfriend?
"Lex, let's go with them, please... I can't go back to NY too late tomorrow."
I looked into her puppy eyes and then at Mitchie's... She seemed pissed. I don't know if she was pissed at Nick for insisting or at me for... I don't know, being me. But I got pissed too.
"Yeah, alright." I got up from the couch and helped Nat do the same. "Thanks, Nick. I'm just gonna go to the bathroom real quick and then we can go whenever you wanna." I watched him nod with a smile before I turned to Nat. My hands found their way to the back pockets of her jeans as I softly pulled her into me so our bodies were almost completely touching. "You better start preparing yourself, boo." I slightly bit her chin. "I won't give you a minute to breath tonight." She gasped in atecipation as I trapped her bottom lip between mine for a few seconds before pulling away slowly, leaving her slightly air headed.
When I turned around to go upstairs, I felt a reflux of all the alcohol I had consumed as I watched Nick push his tongue down Mitchie's throat. One of her hands was resting just over his rib cage as the other softly caressed his hair. I had never seen them making out. They were usually very discrete, even though they were hugging and touching each other all the time. It only made me get even more pissed. But just when I was about to move and make my way to the stairs, Mitchie opened her eyes and looked straight at me while still kissing him. We stared at each other for only a couple of seconds before she gasped and closed her eyes again. I noticed Nick's left hand had just gotten under the hem of her shirt.
I scoffed at what was going on just before my eyes and walked to the stairs.
During the entire ride, Nick had his hand placed on top of Mitchie's left thigh. He would eventually move his fingers up and down or lightly tap them in the rhythm of the beat coming from the radio, and at every red light he leaned to kiss either her neck or her mouth.
I didn't care, though. Natalie and I were having our own personal make out session in the back seat. My eyes were closed most of the time, but sometimes I would open them just enough to see Mitch, who seemed briefly annoyed.
Score.
When Nat's arm brushed agains my left breast, I tried to repress a moan... unsuccessfully.
"For Christ's sake, that's it." Mitchie said in an angry tone. I broke the kiss to see what was going on, but I guess the fact of being extremely both drunk and horny, made my vision blur and my voice mute. "Nick, pull over."
"Mitch, what the hell? I can't pull over here."
"Yes you can, there are no cars on the street. Pull over."
He sighed and pulled over a few feet ahead.
"What's going on?" I asked and my voice came out completely husky. Oops.
Mitch let out a weird noise before turning back to look at me and Natalie, who was still almost on top of me.
"Alex, out of the car."
"What?!" Me, Nick and Natalie asked in unison.
She opened her own door and hopped off.
"Come on. Out. We need to talk."
"Mitchie, what is wrong with you?!"
"Now, Alex!" I wheezed before getting out of the car and following Mitchie to the sidewalk. We walked a considerable distance and stopped away from the light pole, so Nick and Nat probably weren't able to see us. "What is your problem?!" She semi-yelled at me as she folded her arms.
"What is your problem?"
"You are my problem! Do you think it's appropriate to hook up with that girl in the back of my car?"
"We weren't hooking up and it's not your car, it's Nick's."
"I don't care! It's fucking disgusting! I don't wanna hear your or her moans anymore, it's driving me crazy!"
Oh... Oh... I have a feeling the alcohol is about to take over.
"Is it? Why? Because you wanna be in her place?"
She dramatically scoffed at me.
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Don't you be ridiculous, Mitchie! Why don't you mind Liam and Miley basically dry humping at a movie theater but get uncomfortable about me me kissing Natalie?"
"Don't drag Liam and Miley into this, you know they're downright horny animals and will fuck wherever, whenever. I just didn't expect you to be this disrespectful. We're making you guys a favor!"
"Oh, bite me. I didn't ask for it, your boyfriend insisted and Natalie has to leave early tomorrow."
"Oh my God, stop saying her name every second!" She begged holding her head in her hands.
"What's wrong with saying her name? Natalie, Natalie, Natalie, Natalie, Natalie!"
"Yes, Alex, that's very mature."
"Oh, I never said I was mature, honey."
"Yeah, now I see there's a reason for that." I rolled my eyes. "Please, stop making out with that girl around me."
"That girl has a name."
"I know, you say it enough."
I narrowed my eyes staring at her... She looked away as I took a step closer.
"Are you jealous?"
"Oh, for the love of God." She shook her head and motioned to walk back to the car but I held her wrist.
"I bet you are. And to be jealous, people have necessarily to feel something for the person they're jealous of. And if you feel something for me, why don't you just fucking leave that boyfriend of yours to be with me?" I got closer to her and grabbed her face. She placed one of her hands over mine and the other had the tips of her fingers barely touching my hip. "I love you so much. I could make you the happiest person to ever walk this planet."
"Alex, your breath stinks of alcohol. You're completely drunk."
"Baby, this is pure love. I'm love drunk. I've already told how badly you intoxicate me. You can't really expect me to be sober around you!" I chuckled as I kissed her cheek and slipped my hands down her neck, to her shoulders, through her arms until I reached her hands. "Do you love me?" I placed her hands on my waist as I hugged hers before ducking my face in her neck.
"Don't do this. You're wasted, Alex. Let's go home."
I pulled back to stare into her eyes.
"I don't want to. I wanna hold you like this all night long. Can I?"
"No, you can't. Come on." She tried to gently take my arms off of her, but I just tightened my embrace.
"Then kiss me."
"Don't be stupid. Nick and Natalie are inside the car waiting for us, let's go."
"Why don't you wanna kiss me? You wanted to kiss me on New Year's Eve."
"It wasn't like that. Don't twist things. Besides, I was drunk."
"Well, I said that. But then you told me you weren't unconscious and knew what you were doing, so I know for a fact you wanted to kiss me. And I know you wanna kiss me now because you keep looking at my lips."
She gulped and placed her hands on my shoulders softly pushing me away. But again, I didn't move.
"Look, let's just talk whenever we're both sober, okay?"
"I can't. We're not talking anymore, remember? I pushed you away." I laughed at myself and shook my head. "I can't believe I pushed you away. And I can't believe I didn't let you kiss me that night. Do you know how beautiful your lips are?" I looked down at them and watched as she pressed them together. "How attractive? You have no idea how many times I've imagined myself kissing them until they were swollen and even more red than they already are. You do this thing when you bite your bottom lip everytime you're nervous, or excited or trying not to laugh... God, I feel like a pure, innocent butterfly dies everytime I watch you do that and have the dirtiest, most obscene thoughts going through my head."
"Alex, cut it out. Stop talking." She begged after we heard the loud horn. "We have to go. They're getting impatient, we've been here for way too long."
"Not long enough. I still didn't get a kiss."
"And you're not gonna! Come on, let me go."
"I can't. Not again. I'm never letting you go again."
She sighed and leaned her forehead against mine.
"I wished you weren't just saying this because you're drunk."
"I'm not. I'm done ignoring you and being ignored by you."
We both had our eyes closed and our voices coming out in whispers.
"I'd like to believe that, but I'm not gonna get my hopes too high." She softly chuckled and I smiled at the sweet sound.
"Are you gonna kiss me? 'Cause you have to do it, you know. I would hate myself if I ever forced you to do anything."
She took a deep breath before leaning back. I opened my eyes and found hers observing my face.
"I'm sorry, Alex, I can't. I can't do this to Nick and I can't do this to you."
"No. You have to do this to me. I'd let you rape me if you wanted to!"
She let out a little laugh.
"I'm serious."
I nodded and let go of her waist but caught her hands in mine.
"Do you at least want to kiss me?"
She sighed and looked down at our hands, entwining our fingers. After a few seconds, she moved her head to get her bangs off of her eyes and looked back at me.
"Yes."
I felt a face-eating smile take over my face before I pulled her into a hug.
"Maybe we'll just have to be both drunk for that to finally happen..." I joked feeling her body move as she laughed.
I hope all the broken hearts from the last chapter have been mended now? Lol!
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full360-2b-me: oh hell, that absolutely sucks. And I agree that the fact that she isn't straight does make it harder... Man, that's why I fucking hate falling in love. It's either wonderful for a while until it gets really shitty eventually, or it's shitty all the way. I hope things get better for you, though!
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