TJ's POV:
The moment Spinelli came back after her time-out with Gretchen, I was completely and UTTERLY convinced that the odds have stacked against me.
Totally.
For good.
It might have also something to do with me having drunk enough that my judgement of how hot I'm allowed to think Spinelli is (as a best friend you know), is drastically impaired but I swear to god, the moment she walked in in the oversized T-shirt and that damn baseball-socks, I died.
It might covers more than her dress did before as it reaches down to her knees, but let me tell you that was so much sexier than anything I've ever seen in my life. And I have seen Spinelli half naked. Thinking of which doesn't do any good for my condition right now either.
Holy fuck.What was worse is that she somehow decided to keep wearing the high heels Gretchen got her, and I really had to gather all the self control that was left in me since her nearly stripping in front of me, to not stand up, take her and…well I admit it have my wicked way with her.
Awful thoughts for a man who has a girlfriend and is thinking about his BEST FRIEND in that manner but LORD help me out here.Spinelli herself didn't seem very faced by anything right now, even when looking at me, so I don't think she even remembers wanting to get rid of her dress back in Vince's room.
I cant judge her there…she was so drunk she wouldn't be able to remember her own name.It seems however that she's more conscious than before, so I guess she sobered up a bit.
But she's still tipsy and over excited.
And so freaking damn cute.
I shouldn't have gulped down that last shot.
Or well the last three…or screw it any shots, because they make it UNBEARABLY hard to remember that I should be in love with Anderson and not with Spinelli. Whoops there it is. One should never drink that much that admitting something that shouldn't be admitted is admitted…or so…I'm confused. Too drunk for correct grammar right now. WAIT I'll ask Gretch.
"How many admitteds are admitted in an sentence with admit."
"What."
Don't look so confused Gretch you are supposed to be the intelligent one here…wait is she drunk too ?
How fast did she throw down Vince's special Vodka.
That's not good… if she's not here to control the situation I might do something and Spin…Thinking of the devil, she barges in:
"The hell you talking about TJ"
"You."
Shit no. I mean admit-sentence. NOT you. NO ADMIT WITH YOU.
Help.
"What does that meddling with admit have to do with me. HOW much did you drink ? Are you trying to top me ?"
"Top you ?"
And I turn red.
Obviously she didn't mean "Top you" in the sense of you know topping…in ahm…fuck I'm so screwed. Well not yet but…
THANKS for getting me out of that though Gretchen, I really…HEY THAT WAS SUPER MEAN."I'm way intelligenter than you think."
Or not.
"Figures."
"Come on Gretch. Drink another cup instead of criticizing Detweiler's grammar. That guy got too much to do with thinking about not thinking about stuff so leave him be"
Very subtle Vince. Not obvious at all.
IDIOT.
But he is right.
"SO! Lets finally play truth or dare ? I'm SO up for some juicy secrets.", Spin says, and then sits down right next to me. Which is a really really really bad idea considering that I could barely hold back when she was still standing a few feet away.
Really really bad."MMMM you smell good, Teesh ! Haven't smelled that before…new perfume ?"
"Aftershave"
"Niiice…"
HOLY SHIT SPINELLI MOVE AWAY NOW. MOVE. GO. SUSH.
"…I like it, where'd u get it?"
"Spinelli.", Gretchen then stops Spin (THANK GOD), from coming closer and smelling it again and also talking to me way too directly with way too much eye-contact, and I can finally breath normally again.
Normally as in my heart rate is down to 180 and not 200 anymore. How am I not having a heart attack yet.
"If you are really that interested into his aftershave, ask about it when he chooses truth. But lets play now, or we wont get to it EVER.
Yeah, because I'd be snogging her to death if she doesn't look somewhere else soon. Shit. Dettweiler. Get it together.
Gretchen doesn't look very amused being forced to be first in line, but guess she doesn't mind as much because she is now up to her second of Vince's Vodka's cup and already looks tipsier than I've ever seen her.
"Yeah."
"Truuuuuth or DARE"
"If you shout Dare it wont make me choose Dare, you know that."
"Worth a try thoooo."
"Mhm."
"SO?"
"Dare"
"YAAAAASSSS"
Spin shouts, still being way too exited due to the remaining alcohol in her blood and nearly slaps me in my face while throwing her hands in the air.
"OMG TJ IM SORRY"
"It's ok really Spin I don't…"
Shit why are you so close again? GO AWAY. I wont be able to…But before I get to finish my though she kisses my cheek where her hand scraped me, and makes me, for more than a moment, speechless.
And motionless, because if I'd move…you know."Kiss to make it better" she smiles cheekily, and looks back to Gretchen who simply has an eyebrow raised, waiting for Spin to voice her Dare.
I desperately seek out Vince with my eyes and silently beg him to SOMEHOW get me out of this situation and help me out here, but he just wiggles his eyebrows and smirks at me.
The stupid smirk however falls suddenly, as he tunes in on the Dare Spinelli gives Gretchen.
"…to kiss Vince ON the MOUTH. 3 Minutes least. NO CHEATING."
Vince changes from "smirking asshole" to "frightened Gazelle" in a second, and all I can do is return the eyebrow wiggle.
At least he's getting some from the girl he's in love with.
STOP thinking that.
Instead of arguing whether Spinelli can make her do that or not like all the other times before, Gretchen just gets up, sits back down next to Vince, and smooches him.
3 Minutes, on the mouth, no cheating.
Let's hear it for Vince's Vodka, that makes even Gretchen stop overthinking stuff.After that little make out session, Grundler doesn't even bother to change back to her former seating place and just leans on Vince.
Who doesn't complain even the tiniest bit, maybe because he was just too taken by surprise…
Also he looks like he's on cloud 9 right now, so I don't think he would LET her change seats."Well. Now that I'm done…I choose…well Spin."
"HEY no fair you can't choose me back Gretch."
Gretchen fakely huffs and pretends to be supremely annoyed but settles for Gus next.
Gus has to tell the truth about what really happened the last day on the army camp, which I kinda don't listen to because I am to mesmerized by Spin's laugh,
Apparently I really got it bad,
And after Gus is finished, and incredibly red-faced,
I really have to ask the others what he told them as soon as I can think clearly again,he choses Vince.
Vince himself has finally gathered again after Gretchen's kiss and chooses, after gulping down the rest of his liquor, Dare.
Apparently he is expecting something similar to what Spinelli decided on, but Gus being Gus simply makes him dance like an ape.
Gus, too innocent for this world.
"TJ."
Oh shit.
"Truth or Dare, my man."
Guess I should've seen Vince asking me coming.
Which I didn't.
Because I was busy trying not to finally freak because Spin had decided to change sitting position during the dance and I was now being faced with a perfect view of her…cleavage."Uhm…ah."
My best male friend has evidantly noticed why or by what I've been distracted and can barely hold back his laughter. Gretchen, now even closer by his side is also snickering.
Screw them.
Its not funny.
Im suffering of the pre-steps of spontaneous combustion, and they laugh.
You'll get payback.
As soon as I can move without getting in danger of making out with someone.
"Truth."
Lets choose the save path here."OH COME ON Teesh. Don't be boring."
Yeah, well thanks Spin. Your problem if something happens then."ALRIGHT alright, Dare then."
I regret the decision as soon as I make it, because both Vince and Gretchen smile so evilly, I can nearly predict the upcoming Dare.
"I dare you…"
Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit…"TO call Mrs Finster and tell her you love her."
OH THANK GO…"NAH I was kidding TJ, man. I dare you to let Spin sit on your lap for the next four rounds."
I hate you Vince DeLaSalle.
Spinelli however, doesn't seem to mind at all, and quickly climbs up my lap, leaning back against my torso.
Which requires a even new and stronger form of self control, as she is now sitting ON me and is basically in kissing distance. Honestly, I don't know how I will ever survive that evening.
Maybe that will help.
It didn't
To be honest, it made the whole situation even worse.
Now, everytime Spin moves,
And she moves A LOT
I have to force myself to think about dead puppies and the rotten cadaver of a rat I once found in my attic to not show how agitated I really am by her sitting on me.
We have gone through 3 turns already, and I'm about to see relieve soon, as the fourth turn starts now, when Gretchen decides on Spinelli.
Who obviously takes Dare.
"Sweet sweet Spinelli."
"How much did you drink Gretch"
Actually I think she's up to her fourth cup, which explains why she's more leaning on Vince than actually sitting up and…well cuddles with him.
Which he enjoys immensely.
If I wouldn't know better I'd say they are already together.
"STILL less than you before and…IS THAT ALCOHOL IN YOUR HAND"
"ah…oups?"
"I do hope that is only beer."
"yes?"
It's not beer. Its actually some whiskey she snagged from me.Gretchen obviously doesn't believe her, but being not really sober herself, she decides to ignore it.
"Ok. So. Dare."
"Alright bring it on Grundler."
"You have to spend "7 Minutes in heaven" in the storage room."
"With?"
"Guess."
"Well ahm…"
Spin shifts uncomfortably, and tries to avoid any additional contact with me stuttering something about not knowing who Gretch could possibly mean.
"OH COME ON SPIN. With the guy you have a cr….YOU are sitting on."
Wait what did she begin to say ? Did I hear that…"Really the storage?"
"Yeap, the storage room. So you won't run away."
"I wouldn't."
"Mhm."
Spin huffs, and then slowly turns around on my lap, looking up at me through her lashes.
"So…uhm…lets go ?"
And just then I slowly begin to realise, that I'm about to get to smooch her.
Like really and officially kiss her.
Not just a peck, but a real kiss.
And I've never been on my feet faster.
Which earns me another snicker from Gretch and Vince but I can live with that.