"Keep Your Finger off the Switch"
Chapter Four- Eyebrow Comfort
"A party?" I asked. Shane and Stephanie were at my door, asking me to come to a little party. "Where is it?" I asked, getting more interested by the minute. Shane grinned. "Our place." I raised an eyebrow in excitement. "I am so there." Stephanie held her hand out.
"That's not all- drugs, alcohol, that kind of thing." I sighed. "Didn't I say I was already there? Anyway, who else is coming?" Shane bit his lip. "Well, us, you, Jean, probably Matt and Jeff, and Adam. And probably crazed fans that want to get high." I laughed. "Sounds good. Just hold up, and let me change." Shane stopped me. "Don't. Everyone's vision is going to be too fuzzy to see you anyway."
I nodded. "True, true. All right, I am game. Let's get going." Stephanie grinned. "It's going to be one wild night of drugs, drinking, and sex."
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"ISN'T THIS GREAT?" Shane shouted to me over the blasting, heavy metal music. I pointed to my ears. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" I shouted. But it was no use. Shane couldn't hear me. In fact, no one could hear themselves talk, or think. The music was deafening.
I was a little tipsy from five beers and seven marijuana and I slumped back into a chair. "Come on, the party is just beginning." Somebody said to me. This person was someone I didn't even know, but yet I felt like I knew him forever. Before I got back onto the dance floor, I gave myself a quick injection of cocaine.
"WOO!" I screamed. I turned down the music and everyone, drunk or not, high or not, turned to me. "Who wants some action?" I shouted, even though everyone could hear me now. My voice was slurred and my speech was garbled. "YEA!" The crowd shouted in unison. I slowly turned the music back on. "Stand back."
Slowly, I took off her top- a stretchy, pink crop top with strings in the back. I untied the strings. When my shirt was completely off, I threw it into the crowds. "Psst- Ally." Shane whispered. "I didn't know you knew how to strip!" I laughed. "I don't." Shane's jaw hung low. The music was still on an all time low. My shirt was being ripped into shreds by high and drunk fans. I heard a guy cheer because he got my shirt strap.
Licking my lips, I slowly unhooked my bra from the back. Everyone gasped as it was totally off. My fake chest just amazed everyone. I threw my bra into the crowd. Ironically, just as I threw it, the door opened and my bra fell into the arms of Dwayne. "ALLY?" Dwayne asked. I gasped.
"Woah, nice chest." He said sheepishly. I blushed a deep magenta. Dwayne sniffed the air. "I smell smoke and liquor. Vodka and beer." Shane cleared his throat. "Dwayne, I have the party under control, alright? And I believe that Ally was stripping."
Dwayne snorted. "Not anymore she isn't." Dwayne placed my bra back on my chest unsuccessfully, and it slid off again. "Ah, fuck it," He muttered. He threw me over his shoulder and carried me out of the party.
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Now, I was fully aware that Dwayne was carrying me around the streets with me on his shoulder and no top on. We got a great deal of stares. I actually passed out when Dwayne was rounding the third corner. As soon as I woke, I was being placed down on a bed. Dwayne's bed.
"What the fuck is going on?" I asked loudly. Dwayne sighed. "You are spending the night with me in my apartment." He announced. I sat upright so fast that my head hurt. "No, I am not!" I shouted. Yes, I did have feelings for Dwayne, but I was not, and I repeat, WAS NOT, sleeping in his apartment for a night.
"Yes, and that's final." He said. I glared at him. "I am going to have a hangover in the morning. I get cranky with hangovers." Dwayne smiled. "Great." He took off his shirt and I shuddered. "Wait, where are you going to sleep?" I asked. Dwayne chuckled. "The living room." I shook my head. "No. I am going to the living room."
I got up, but Dwayne pushed me down. His hand gently brushed my chest. When Vince did that, I felt cold and ashamed. But it was different with Dwayne. "Sorry," He muttered. I shook my head. "It's alright." I got back into his bed and draped the covers over me. I bought the sheets to my nose. They smelled just like Dwayne. Prickles danced on my neck.
"Good night," Dwayne muttered. He kissed me on the head. Long after he left the room, his touch played on my forehead.
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Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock. The clock in the living room was the only sound that kept Dwayne awake. He kept going into his room to check on me, and every time he checked, I was the same- fast asleep. Dwayne, in only a pair of sweat shorts, slicked his hair back with sweaty hands. He longed to go into the room with me, into the same bed, actually.
Slowly, careful not to wake me up, Dwayne tiptoed into his room. I kicked the covers off as usual, and Dwayne wrapped them back around me. "She's so beautiful," He breathed. He closed his eyes, and thought. He thought about when he first walked into Shane's place and saw me with my bare chest.
"Damn it, I can't resist the temptation." He muttered. He slowly slid into the bed and took my wobbly hand. He massaged my knuckles, which were cracked from fighting so much. Slowly, he moved his fingers around them, making my hand silky again. I stirred a bit and moaned, but I didn't wake up. He dropped my hand gently.
His hands crept to my neck, where he breathed deeply on. In my slumber, I felt his hot air looming down on me. Next he put his head on my chest, listening to my steady heartbeat. His was thumping wildly. As he still kept his head on my heart, his two hands eased their way up to my chest and rested there. Before Dwayne fell asleep, he whispered, "god, I want you."