Spinelli's POV:

I am quite drunk and the room around me currently spinning.

Which is quite nice, if you consider that that takes away all the damn thoughts about TJ and his damn bitch.

I'm also leaning (security measure) on some wall of Vince's house and listening…or well more pretending to listen to some guy who has maths with me…I think. His rant about why turtles are way better than dolphins might not be actually the most interesting topic around, but he IS cute and this makes him someone I'm willing to listen to.

Mainly because I'm drunk, but hey.

So I'm wearing a cute smile and keep making meaningful eye contact to show him that if he's over and done with his turtle talk I'd be totally up for a round of making out.

I maybe should be ashamed that I'm drunk already an hour into the party, but what can I say, the punch had to be eliminated before someone else could drink it. I sadly didn't manage to convince the guests that it tastes like balls,

probably because every time I told someone I was busy as hell gulping down a glass of said punch,

and therefore I decided to just drink it all on my own.
A girl must do what a girl must do.

Apparently the guy in front of me FINALLY understands what I meant while constantly looking into his blue eyes (like TJ's…Ah..I mean, like the ocean…ocean with turtles, yes.) and grinning like an idiot and comes a bit closer, brushing (HOW ORIGINAL) a lash off of my cheek.

A lash being on my cheek is pretty much impossible by the way, as Gretchen put fake lashes on my eyes. Also I'm wearing so much mascara, I don't think any lash dares to move even and millimetre.

Hours of deep staring into my eyes on his side (I'm actually rolling my eyes inwardly cause I think he tries to be like some kind of boy outta those gross and cheesy romantic novels…) later, he finally moves in and is 'bout to kiss me, when I hear a dreadful voice behind us.
Shouting my name. LOUDLY.

I am about to ignore Gretchen's annoying shouts and keep going with the soon to be snog, but she kinda seems very determined not wanting my mind to find peace.

God Greacious.

There she forces me to go to a party to OBVIOUSLY forget about my fucking idiotic damn crush on Detdouche and as soon as I find someone who is actually cute and wants to make me forget, she comes along ruing my chances of a good sloppy drunk kiss.
Get Lost Gretchen.
Seriously.

Before I can get the chance to actually tell her how much I hate her guts, she has already pulled me away from Mr Turtledolphin.

Don't say anything about my reflexes.

I think I started the first word of my planned hour long monologue considering her ruining my snogging a good minute before I realized she had already pulled me away and just gave up on it then and there.
To be honest I didn't really remember what I wanted to say anyways.

Curse you, alcohol.

After pushing and pulling me all around the house, she finally lets me stand and take a break from all that running. And I tell you, I need that break because HELL I feel dizzy. Also I need to ask WHO the fuck made the ground so uneven. I feel like I can't even stand still. Someone must have installed a device that makes the ground move. Should patent it tho. Feels kinda cool.

"Is that…Spinelli ?"

Waiwaiwaiwaiwait…I know that voice ! Is it…WHAT ?

"Yes…well a very intoxicated Spinelli…but still her."

"I can see that…but she like…looks..I mean…did you ? Wow."

I can see Gretchen take a bow and try to concentrate on the guy that is standing right in front of her. Big shoulders, tall and VERY cute. Freckles ? OH.
I knew I know this voice !

"TJ !"

I say…well shout and jump into his arms, not thinking a second about what I'm doing. I lost that ability at the fifth or sixth punch. PUNCH!

"YOU HAVE TO TRY THE PUNCH !"

"Spinelli, there is no punch left. You…drank it. All of it"

"Oh." Vince got a point there. Wait. Is he holding Gretchen in his arms ? OH!

"You are DATING" I screech, and then turn back to TJ, who is still holding me awkwardly after I jumped onto him.

"THEY ARE DATING" just to be sure he heard it, I shout it, again, into his face, just to notice how close it actually is.

Very, VERY close.

And blame it on my intoxication, I give him a peck on his lips.

Sadly after a second of realization time, I notice that I just kissed him.

"Oups!"

"Ahm Spinelli…Vince and I are not…"

"I JUST KISSED TJ OMG" after yelling that, I wiggle out of TJ's arms and run…or well walk as fast as I can without falling over to Gretchen. Who is still in Vince arms.

"BUT DON'T TELL HIM OK ? It's a secret."

"Spinelli…I think he knows"

NOOOO how ? Its supposed to be a secret ?

"Why ?" I ask her, a big pout placed on my face.

"Because ahm…well if you kissed him, he was kissed by you. Therefore he knows."

"ah."

Sounds logical. Gretchen. Always so intelligent.

"I love you Gretchen"

"Ahm thanks Spinelli. How about I'll get you some water"

"Can I kiss you too?"

"No."

"Right. Vince would be jealous"

"Why would he be…"

"BECAUSE HE LO…."

I don't get to blurt out that Vince loves Gretchen, as two very strong arms grab me and throw me over a broad shoulder. I don't know exactly who it is, but guessing by the red cap on his head it can only be Tj.

"I love you too, TJ"

I mumble before I pass out.

TJ's POV:

I actually didn't want to go to the party Vince and Gretchen had planned, simply because they had some theme like freshman year or something set. I dunno exactly what the wanted to achieve with this but they had also planned to play 'old' games like spin the bottle or truth or dare.

However, as Ashley told me that she had somehow gotten mysteriously invited to a fashiondesigner's party and wouldn't be in town for the whole weekend, I decided that a party at Vince's was better then sitting at home and thinking about Spinelli being over there. Surrounded by dudes. So, because I need to watch out for her, I had to go. Period.

Which turnes out to be a VERY bad idea.

The moment I arrive I am greeted by Gretchen, with an enthusiastic hug (very untypical) and her saying that she has a huge surprise for me. While winking. (even more untypical).
Because it's Gretchen however, I'm not really worried. The worst that could happen is that she shows me one of her newest experiments and I have to listen to her about half an hour while nodding interestedly. Been there, done that. No Biggie.

Shortly after she leaves, Vice comes over and also seems to be super excited. He does already smell a bit of alcohol, so I guess that, and having Gretchen over is to blame for him being all energized.

Not even God knows when he will find the courage to tell her his feelings.

Look whos talking.

I'm already deeply in a discussion with Vince about how baseball is better than basketball, when I see Gretchen running over to us, tugging someone along with her.
The two stop right in front of me and I'm about to ask who that girl she pulled with her is is, and if that is the surprise what the hell I'm supposed to do with her, when it suddenly hits me.

In front of me stands Spinelli. In an INCREDIBLY sexy dress, high heels that could kill a men, and GOD DAMNED stockings.

I don't know what I did wrong in my life, but Karma apparently decided to be a especially mean bitch these days.

And don't blame me, all I can do is stare. Which is kinda obvious to everyone around, as Vince comes over and laughingly closes my mouth with his hand.

Did I really sink that low that it fell open ?

shit.

I have a girlfriend. I have a girlfriend. I have a girlfri…

"She looks amazing, doesn't she ?"

Uh-hu.

"Gretchen, you did an AMAZING job. Look at him. Like he's gone. C'me here."

I finally am able to tear my gaze off the hot version of Spinelli, that does so not make me feel like throwing Ashley A away in an instance and pushing her against a wall at all, and look over at Vince hugging Gretchen tightly, complimenting her on her good Job.

Ah figures. Gretchen.

"…wow…"

Not much else I can say, but its enough for Grundler.
She smiles at me and is about to say something when Spinelli, who just kept standing in front of us, suddenly seems to jerks up and looks at me.

I am not really surprised that she just stood there staring into nothingness, as I was told that she managed to drink up all the punch.

It's fascinating that she's even still standing as I know that Vince's mother puts like two bottles vodka per fruit into her punch which makes that beverage even deadlier than 10 tequila shots in 10 seconds.

"TJ!"

She simply shouts out, and jumps, without any warning right into my arms.

God bless that I'm used to her jumping at me, so I have the reflexes. However, usually she does that when she wants to attack me, so I'm bracing myself for some sort of punch. Not that she could actually strike me in her state.

That girl wouldn't even hit a boxingsack if it'd be in front of her nose.

Yes, THAT drunk.

Instead of punching me however, she simply yells something about me having to try the fruit punch…which is kinda impossible, as it is currently insider her stomach.

Which Vince then carefully tells her.

Spinelli just ceases her eyebrows in reply, and looks over at Gretch and Vince angrily, as if they were to judge that there was only one bowl.
That is now empty.

I actually bet that if there'd been a second that girl would have drunken it as well.
If there's one thing Spinelli cant stop drinking, it's punch.

Seeing that those two are still half hugging each other, a sudden and bright smile appears on her face and she shouts out, with a happiness only a drunk can experience, that they are finally together.

I must admit that it looks like it tho. Maybe tonight they're finally getting it on. Would be about time.

"THEY ARE TOGETHER!"

Ouch.
Spinelli got quite the organ.
Also I heard it the first time you shouted, thanks.

Before I can scold the blackhead that is still somehow holding onto me however, that, even if a person is pissed as hell, it doesn't permit them to shout in another's ear, she kisses me.

And my mind goes blank.

The next thing I notice after that, is that she is about to blurt out Vince's "secret" about him being in love with Gretchen, so all I can do is scoop her up and carry her away.

The last thing I need is Vince knowing that Spinelli knows ANYTHING about his crush, and I think some time off in a quiet room wouldn't be the worst idea for my best friend….considering that she just blacked out on me.

And kissed me a few seconds before.

That's what you get from coming one hour late to a party and leaving Spinelli and a punchbowl all by themselves.

Not that I'm complaining about the kiss.
At all.

"Hey…"

Well look who woke up.

"Hey."

"You look SO hot right now"

Aaaand look whos still drunk as hell. Well figures. She was just out for ten minutes.

"Ahm thanks ?"

"TJ…"

Did she just…purr ?
Oh my god please don't talk to me in that tone.

"Mhm?"

Control boy. You can do it.

"Do you think I look nice today ?"

"Nice ? Nice doesn't even begin to cover it."

Her face suddenly falls and I realize that she must have understood it in a completely different way.

"Wai…wait Spin. I didn't mean it like that."

"You think I look bad."

"NO. God no."

Really no. Maybe bad if you are talking about a "bad girl" look…because then…
STOP.

"So I do look good… like this?"

I be damned.
Why does she have to talk in that tone.
Where did she even learn to purr words like that.
She can't just kiss me and then talk to me that way.
That's not ok.

"Yes?"

Keep it safe TJ. Alright.

"Just yes?"

"you look friggin HOT, ok ? Like really REALLY ho…I mean yeah ahm good. You look good Spin."

At least I can say that I tried.

Can't be blamed here tho.

She is lying on her side and the rim of her skirt barely covers her tights.
Thinking straight is literally the hardest thing right now.

Second hardest if she keeps stretching like she just did.

How can this piece of clothing be even called dress.

That's barely a shirt.
WHY DID GRETCHEN HAVE TO PUT IT ON HER.

I'll just start the girlfriend mantra again maybe that helps.

"And do… you like the stock-k-ings ? Gretchen picked them because…because they have skulls aaaalll over them"

I really try my hardest to focus only on the skull pattern on the stockings, and not on who is wearing them.

Also the girlfriend mantra does NOT help. At all.

"They are…pretty Spin."

"Yeah?" she purrs again, .and sits up slowly.

Looking straight…or as straight as she can right now, considering her being absolutely pissed,..into my eyes. She's also pouting a little bit, starts to lean in…

Please don't come any closer Spin. Seriously.

…and suddenly her face turns absolutely serious.

"IM HOT."

YES. You are.

wait no.

"Ahm…what?"

"IT's HOT. I'M HOT"

"Oh you mean you feel hot. Well there's a moderate temperature in here, even a bit cooler than everywhere else 'cause it's Vince's room and he doesn't like it if its too…WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU DOING ASHLEY SPINELLI."

That girl is seriously trying to get rid of her dress, having it already pulled over her stomach, revealing a black lace panty and a fitting lacey stocking suspender.

For the stockings with the skulls. Very important think of skulls. NOT LACE.

Today is the day I'll die.

"Spinelli, you can absolutely NOT do that right now. Stop…Will you stop…STOP pushing my hand away, and let that damn dress down. No, NO. Okay you can pull down the stocking but NO STOP that's the dress not…"

And in this very moment, of all POSSIBLE moments, Gretchen walks in. She is about to turn around, considering the position I and Spinelli are right now, but reconsiders apparently, as she sees the desperation that must be plastered on my face.
Because Spinelli is still trying to wiggle out of her dress and I'm trying to keep it on her.

Because as soon as it comes off, I swear my self control will be somewhere thrown on the floor close to the dress. And possibly a bra and…

"WHOA BRO."

Oh shit. Not Vince too.

"Like, I mean I know you like her but she's drunk, yo."

"It is NOT what it looks like I swear for all that's holy."

"Yeaaaaah sure."

"Really I swear it's not…"

"We know TJ. And Vince, stop bothering him. He already looks like he is about to spontaneously combust any minute. No need to make it even harder on him."

"hahahahha harder ! Because it's.."

"Oh GET LOST Vince."

Gretchen simply says, more pretending to be annoyed than really being set off by his stupid comment about what may or may not be happening to my lower regions.

"Is she alright ?"

Before I can answer, Spinelli uses my distraction by Gretchen's question and pulls off her dress completely, demonstrating that not only her suspender belt fits with her black laced panties, but her bra as well.

Gretchen simply smiles at me when I run out of the room, desperately trying to avoid to get another eyeful of Spinelli in her underwear.

And I think I need my own bowl of punch right now.
Or Vodka. Or Tequila.
I'll take everything that takes my mind off a half naked Spinelli.

Did I already mention that I'm screwed as hell ?