Ashley was standing in the kitchen, with bottles lined up on all the
counters. Jake had started a few drinking games, but people were just
taking shots.
"Bottoms up!" Some one had yelled it as she took a shot of vodka. It was gross, but fun to have so much attention from the guys. About five of them were crowded around her, trying to get her to drink some Apple Schnapps. After about four of those, and two shots of Bacardi rum, plus a couple other things that she didn't remember, she was a little more than tipsy. Ashley did not take her liquor well at all.
"Jake, what are you gonna do now?" Some boy was talking to him, but Ashley was scarcely listening. She was staring at Jake. His hair was so beautiful; his blue eyes were so vivid, like the color of a beautiful island lagoon. He had nice arms, and thought his chest might be ripped as well. His tan was gorgeous, nice and deep, he was taller than she was, but not too tall, just perfect. He was a skater, he was into punk, real punk, not the pop, he wasn't a jock, he clearly amazing.
Jake wasn't answering his friends, because he wasn't exactly sober either. Ashley grabbed his hand and they walked back out on to the patio. His friends, now having no entertainment, wandered off to different parts of the house.
They sat down on bench of the patio. "Ashley." Jake slurred the word a little bit, as he stared into her eyes.
"Jake". After saying that, she burst out into laughter. Jake, not being at buzzed as she was, calmed her down. Before he could say another word, she spoke.
"Jake, I want you. Why won't you kiss me?" She smiled again before bursting into laughter again.
"You're drunk, I'm not going to take advantage of you." He pushed her away. She was trying climb on top of him.
"You're drunk too, Jake." She smiled.
"No, not really."
"Jake, kiss me or get the hell away." Her silly demeanor had quickly turned to anger.
"Fine, I'll see you later Ashley." He stood up and walked back into the house.
Ashley still sat on the bench and closed her eyes again. I'm bored, she thought. What am I going to do now? I was waiting for him to kiss me. I still want a kiss. I want to feel desirable. I'm not a hag.
Another person sat down on the bench. She smelled liquor on his breath. She opened her eyes, hoping to see Jake, but instead saw the dirty-blond haired boy from earlier.
"Hey, I'm Mark."
"I'm, I'm Ash." She laughed again.
"Who did you come with?" Mark was looking good, better than Jake had.
"Ellie and Trevor, I haven't seen them since, since, well, it's been forever." She burst into giggles.
"Ellie and Trevor left." Mark said. His hand was rubbing her knee.
"What! First, she takes my boyfriend, then she ditches me. Probably to have sex, or whatever they do in her room." Ashley burst into tears.
"Nobody likes me, my boyfriend left me, my best friend could care less about me, Paige gives terrible advice, and my rebound boyfriend didn't even want to kiss me because I was too drunk." Ashley started babbling about who hated her, and didn't even notice Mark putting his arm around her waist.
Ashley abruptly stood up in mid-sentence, and decided that it was too cold to stay outside. She went in, with Mark following her and sat on the love seat in the living room. The party had kind of died down by this point, and a few people wandered around the house, a few couples were dancing, most were in the kitchen taking more shots.
Ashley continued to babble about her life, while Mark just wrapped his arms around her. She never seemed to notice that though. At the end of her monologue, she burst into sobs, and realized that the emotional highs and lows were tiring her out. She looked around for a clock, and saw that it was 1 o'clock in the morning.
So many things were ruminating through her mind. I'll just rest my head on his chest for a second, and then I'll go back to Ellie's. Just for a second. She leaned on Mark and smelled his fantastic cologne, and drifted into a deep sleep.
"Bottoms up!" Some one had yelled it as she took a shot of vodka. It was gross, but fun to have so much attention from the guys. About five of them were crowded around her, trying to get her to drink some Apple Schnapps. After about four of those, and two shots of Bacardi rum, plus a couple other things that she didn't remember, she was a little more than tipsy. Ashley did not take her liquor well at all.
"Jake, what are you gonna do now?" Some boy was talking to him, but Ashley was scarcely listening. She was staring at Jake. His hair was so beautiful; his blue eyes were so vivid, like the color of a beautiful island lagoon. He had nice arms, and thought his chest might be ripped as well. His tan was gorgeous, nice and deep, he was taller than she was, but not too tall, just perfect. He was a skater, he was into punk, real punk, not the pop, he wasn't a jock, he clearly amazing.
Jake wasn't answering his friends, because he wasn't exactly sober either. Ashley grabbed his hand and they walked back out on to the patio. His friends, now having no entertainment, wandered off to different parts of the house.
They sat down on bench of the patio. "Ashley." Jake slurred the word a little bit, as he stared into her eyes.
"Jake". After saying that, she burst out into laughter. Jake, not being at buzzed as she was, calmed her down. Before he could say another word, she spoke.
"Jake, I want you. Why won't you kiss me?" She smiled again before bursting into laughter again.
"You're drunk, I'm not going to take advantage of you." He pushed her away. She was trying climb on top of him.
"You're drunk too, Jake." She smiled.
"No, not really."
"Jake, kiss me or get the hell away." Her silly demeanor had quickly turned to anger.
"Fine, I'll see you later Ashley." He stood up and walked back into the house.
Ashley still sat on the bench and closed her eyes again. I'm bored, she thought. What am I going to do now? I was waiting for him to kiss me. I still want a kiss. I want to feel desirable. I'm not a hag.
Another person sat down on the bench. She smelled liquor on his breath. She opened her eyes, hoping to see Jake, but instead saw the dirty-blond haired boy from earlier.
"Hey, I'm Mark."
"I'm, I'm Ash." She laughed again.
"Who did you come with?" Mark was looking good, better than Jake had.
"Ellie and Trevor, I haven't seen them since, since, well, it's been forever." She burst into giggles.
"Ellie and Trevor left." Mark said. His hand was rubbing her knee.
"What! First, she takes my boyfriend, then she ditches me. Probably to have sex, or whatever they do in her room." Ashley burst into tears.
"Nobody likes me, my boyfriend left me, my best friend could care less about me, Paige gives terrible advice, and my rebound boyfriend didn't even want to kiss me because I was too drunk." Ashley started babbling about who hated her, and didn't even notice Mark putting his arm around her waist.
Ashley abruptly stood up in mid-sentence, and decided that it was too cold to stay outside. She went in, with Mark following her and sat on the love seat in the living room. The party had kind of died down by this point, and a few people wandered around the house, a few couples were dancing, most were in the kitchen taking more shots.
Ashley continued to babble about her life, while Mark just wrapped his arms around her. She never seemed to notice that though. At the end of her monologue, she burst into sobs, and realized that the emotional highs and lows were tiring her out. She looked around for a clock, and saw that it was 1 o'clock in the morning.
So many things were ruminating through her mind. I'll just rest my head on his chest for a second, and then I'll go back to Ellie's. Just for a second. She leaned on Mark and smelled his fantastic cologne, and drifted into a deep sleep.