Changed Perspectives
Sorry the bar bit isn't very realistic but I've never been to one and neither has Naomi because we are both 14 so ye. And just to clarify, I said Hiccup was from Norway so Naomi hush your face.
Chapter 11: Burnt out candles
"Get up!" Where the faint shouts he heard "Hello, fucking drunks. Get up ya basted!" the cockney sounding bartender shouted above him.
Jack groaned and rolled of the body underneath him named Flynn.
Blazing head ace. Bloody pain. Were the first things Jack thought of as he slowly started to regain consciousness. As blood shot eyes surveyed across the room they caught sight of many passed out people and notice missing people. Realising they must have been woken up and sent home. He started to rise up on his own two feet, knowing he had to get home too.
Stumbling past people and trying to avoid bumping into tables he found his way to the door. The fresh air burnt his eyes and the rain scratched at his face. He couldn't drive and he had no umbrella but he had to get home before 12 or else he was dead,
Drunk, sweaty and unbalanced Jack walked through the pattering rain not bothered by the cold because he was too concentrated on walking straight. He had no idea how long he had been walking for before he turned up on the front porch of his house.
Limping up to the door he searched his pockets for his keys, pulling them out of his pocket he promptly dropped them to the floor. After many futile tries at picking up his keys he was finally able to pick them up. Drunk and picking something up were not a good combination.
Sliding the key into the lock he slowly unlocked the door and pushed the door open with all of his might which wasn't the best idea in the world. Tumbling forward he landed on his ass creating a loud boom.
Suddenly the lights flickered on and Jack had to cover his eyes because of the brightness.
"The fuck?" He mumbled under his breath as his eyes slowly adjusted to the blinding light. Standing up and brushing himself of he came face to face with the one thing that terrified him the most.
Heather was sitting on the sofa mascara running down her face and hair in a big mess. In front of her sat a cake holding 25 burnt out candles wax dripping down the candles and onto the chocolate cake. Oh no he had forgotten something hadn't he.
The worst thing was the small hiccupping sobs that left her lips. The lamp on the table beside her was on and Jack felt stupid for thinking that a torch had been shone directly into his eye. But by god was it still bright. Jack was still squinting his ice orbs that seemed to be melting.
"What time do you call this?" She asked softly looking up from the table where the cake sat. It broke his heart to see her like this but not in the right way.
Jack hiccupped before replying "Um, 2 o'clock." Jack said looking down at his watch. He knew it wasn't what she meant but it was what it sounded like. Plus he was drunk he couldn't even stand straight or even think coherently.
"You were meant to be home 2 hours ago!" She said much louder than her soft tone. It made Jack flinch and suddenly the alcohol came back as a rush.
"Well I'm home no aren't I?" Jack began approaching her and when Heather was about to resort with something a pair of lips caught hers. Her word faded away in the back of her throat but she still struggled. This brought back so many memories of Jack coming home wasted after his team had lost a match of fucked up badly. It wasn't very often they usually one every game but occasionally they lost. You know what they say 'Gotta lose some to get some.'
"Jack come on-" Another kiss "I'm being serious!" She protested but Jack began kissing along her neck sending a tremor down her spine.
"So am I." He purred against her neck. "Let's make something out of this night, you're always complaining about the sex." Again she tried to protest but finally gave up. Jack was far the best at making her shiver and crumble but it was rare. When they were in high school they did it like bunnies but times have changed.
Sometimes she felt he only went out with her to make Hiccup jealous and she was probably right. But none of that was important right now she was going to show Jack what she still had it in her.
And she gave in.
So that's it fucking short but I have no idea Naomi keeps giving me the shit chapters so she can show of what a good writer she is. And don't forget to Check Luck all around.
Quick story guys! Today at lunch one of my friends snatched my phone out of my hands when I was reading Ereri and ran out of my form class. And I chased her all over the school but I gave up. Naomi said she wanted to go canteen because they were giving out free food and when we got there it was all finished. When we came out Naomi saw the friend who took my phone and pointed out she was standing with the deputy head and the heart attack I had.
She came to us and told us he had confiscated my phone and I went on rage! I was saying you can say good bye to Samantha because I'm dead and then I kept asking her because she was smiling and I kept asking until she pulled out my phone and gave it to me. Happy because I had forgotten by blazer I had to hold it and when I walked in the teacher was standing right there. So yes I ran again. I had the work out of a life time.
I got away with it I the end though so yh. And no it wasn't a quick story :P
