I hung up the phone and grabbed my purse heading down the stairs. I looked around for my mother and realized my grandmother was already here. I sat down and chatted briefly with her as I kept checking my watch.
"What's wrong Lizzie, you keep checking your watch like a maniac," my mother asked as I sat waiting on the couch.
"Uh, I'm supposed to meet a friend at 7, so I need to go!" I said anxiously awaiting my mother's approval.
"Oh, well then, you don't have time for family any more?" she asked sadly, in the way that mother's make you feel guilty. I shook it off before replying.
"I really need to go; I promised I'd be there, please mommy! I'll see you all later, and I'm here for three weeks anyway!" I cried waiting again for approval.
"Well..." she thought.
"Oh Jo, just let the girl go, I'll see her on Thursday anyway. Go on Lizzie, don't keep your friend waiting-that'd be rude!" my grandmother spoke up. Giving both my mother and grandmother a kiss on the cheek, I headed out the door with my purse and cell phone.
I had arranged to meet Logan at this restaurant downtown and needed to get there quickly. I walked briskly to the bus stop to await for the bus that would take me downtown. I saw the bus come from down the street and hopped on happily-gladly getting away from my memories. I was going to get rid of those memories of Gordo-at least for tonight-no matter what it took!
I paid the driver and sat in the middle of the bus as we drove down Main Street. I saw Logan standing in front of the restaurant and walked off the bus happy to see him. "Hello Logan, long time no see," I called as I walked beside him.
"You just couldn't get enough of me, could you Lizzie?" he chided as we headed into the restaurant.
We sat down and ordered a few drinks and I gulped mine back like nobody's business. Sure I was underage, but I knew this bartender, man I have a lot of connections, and she gladly hooked me up. Her name was Gillian and was quite the rebel when it came to defying the authority. She loved the danger I suppose. I sucked back the next drink she brought me, then the next. Logan of course had no idea I couldn't hold my liquor, but kept up with me in the number of drinks. In not a lot of time, we were just a bit pissed.
"So Logan, I heard that there's this club down the street open at 9. What time is it?" I asked, slurring slightly.
"Hm, well it's almost nine. You want to go right?" he asked smiling. Apparently he held his alcohol and I was the only one who couldn't.
"Yep, man you read my mind-I feel like dancing," I said loudly and got a few stares from people around me. I began to laugh and Logan laughed with me as well.
"Wow Lizzie, I think it's safe to say you are drunk!" he added lightly.
"No way Jose! I'm absolutely fine!" I shouted getting up out of my seat. "Oh Gillie, can we get the bill please!" I called to the bartender. She gave me thumbs up and laughed seeing me a bit out of it.
"Okay Lizzie, let's have some fun tonight then!" he exclaimed and we paid for our drinks, got up and left.
I stumbled just a bit on a step, but Logan was there to help me like a true gentleman. He held my arm as we walked not far down the street to the club. As we waited in line I smiled excitedly.
"Last summer I wasn't even allowed in here, but I turned eighteen in September! Yes!" I yelled out. We got to the bouncer who checked our ID's and let us in without a fight. I checked my jacket and sweater, leaving me in a silky camisole. Logan checked his leather jacket leaving him in his hot band tee.
"Let's dance!" I screamed over the music and Logan followed me onto the floor. I pulled my arms around his neck and we began to grind to the music playfully. Before long we were sweating and I was thirsty again. "Let's get a beer or something!" I screamed again, with Logan nodding.
I ordered a few beers and chugged mine back quickly. Logan followed suit then ordered two more. We chugged them both again, then made our way back onto the dance floor to grind some more. We must have had too much to drink because we started getting all over each other, I was rubbing up against Logan and he was playfully moving his hands up and down my body.
"I need another drink," I yelled over the loud techno music and Logan made his was to the bar. He came back with a cooler and a beer for himself. I drank this one a bit slower and then handed the empty bottle to the bartender. Logan finished off his beer and we went back to the dance floor. The DJ had switched things up a bit and slowed down the pace for a slow song. I pulled Logan onto the floor and tightly wrapped myself onto him. He gladly held tightly onto me and the next thing I know, his tongue is in my mouth and I'm just going along. I pushed passionately at his lips, shoving my tongue hard into his mouth. He smiled at me as he pulled away and I gave him a big grin back. I kissed him again and we stood there kissing each other passionately. I felt a large shove as I was jerked away from Logan. The music had sped up again and the crowd was rambunctious. I smiled at Logan as I made my way back to him.
"Let's get out of here Lizzie, I'll walk you home!" he yelled and I nodded in agreement. We grabbed our coats and headed out into the chill air. It was almost eleven and my parents were probably expecting me home. The walk was long, but I needed the time to sober up, even if only a little bit. As I walked down the street, Logan held my hand to steady me and stop me from falling over. We reached my house about a half hour later and Logan walked me to my door. "Goodnight Lizzie," he said kissing my cheek. I smiled and kissed his opposite cheek.
"Night Logan, thanks for the fun night!" I whispered in his ear and headed into my door, padding quietly up the stairs and into my bedroom. As I sat on my bed and laid back my head began to spin. A great dizziness crept over my body causing me to lose most of the liquor I had had that night-all over my nice clean bed.
Tired, confused, and still drunk, I lay on the floor thinking of what happened while we were at that club. I remember the dancing, the beer, the kiss, and the coolers –the kiss! Logan kissed me-I kissed back! But what about Corey, and his girlfriend Alana! But he wasn't drunk-he was fine-I was drunk. He has no excuse! Does that mean he does like me then? I can't go to that party now-not with him and that kiss haunting me!
The next few days were a blur filled with family dinners, entertaining and very little alcohol! When Friday night arrived I was surprised to see my cell phone ringing a long distance number.
"Hello?" I answered at the strange number.
"Lizzie! It's me, Gordo! I'm in town and there is this great little party that Andrea and I are attending. You should so come!" he said excitedly, brushing past usual formalities-apparently we were past that.
"Yeah-I'm not in the party mood tonight Gordo!" I said sarcastically falling onto our sofa.
"Come on Lizzie-you need to get away from all that family-besides I haven't seen you in like two months!"
"Okay, where is it?" I asked writing down the address and throwing my phone back onto the couch. A Party! Great! Just what I need after I was supposed to go to one with Logan!
I dressed myself up pretty quickly, as I was supposed to meet Gordo and Andrea in about twenty minutes. I stepped out the door leaving a note for my parents and headed on down the driveway. I opted to walk considering the party was a mere few blocks away. As I walked up to a large house with music blaring I knew it was the party. I opened the door to reveal a semi-trashed house, otherwise well decorated. I scanned the room for Gordo and spotted him sitting on a couch across the room. I made my way over slowly but was suddenly pulled back. I spun around to see who it was-Logan! Just who I wanted to see!
"Liz, hey what's up?" he asked screaming over the music.
"Not much-came to meet some friends. You?" I asked obviously knowing this was the party I was supposed to come to with him.
"Pretty much the same. Hey so did you have fun the other night? At the club?" he asked this casually as he bobbed to the music along with the crowd avoiding the elbows and kicking feet.
"Yeah it was pretty awesome-except for I was sick like as soon as I hit my bed!" I laughed and he flashed a grin at me.
"That's quite attractive! I barely know you and you're already telling me about you upchucking-very subtle!" he laughed and pulled me into him to dance and avoid the crowds' pushes.
As we danced I brought up the kiss, "Yeah, so what about that kiss eh? What was that about?" I asked casually trying not to make it a big deal-when really it was pretty big.
"Oh yeah-that! I'm sorry, that was stupid of me. I was a bit drunk and took advantage of your drunkenness. You were just so hot out there and you know-it was an accident," he concluded and continued dancing with me.
"What if I didn't want it to be an accident?"
A/N: Oh-twister! Did you see that coming or what?????? Anyways Review Please!!!