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London's POV

I hate her I hate her I hate her! Those two have been whispering in the back seat for the entire car ride and I only catch small pieces of the conversation. Things like: "I didn't... her." "she's... mine." "get over... don't think... sexy."

My imagination fills in the blanks with the most perverted thoughts and I just wish I knew for sure that they weren't saying those things. We finally arrived at the party and -big surprise- it's at a big abandoned warehouse. Note the sarcasm. If I invited them to a party (as if) I would make sure it was someplace worth mentioning.

Everybody's dancing really close and I wouldn't be able to tell if somebody was violating me because I can't move without touching somebody else. Ashley is dancing between Maddie and Spencer and I hate her so much right now.

I grabbed Maddie by the arm and started to pull her towards me. I was trying to dance a little seductively, but I don't think she even noticed. So I asked if she wanted to go on a drink run with me.

We left the party and started walking down the street when I noticed that Maddie couldn't even keep her feet on the sidewalk. She was totally drunk and they weren't gunna stop her from drinking more at the party.

"We need to get you home. Now." I told her.

"Nooooo! I thought we were getting drinks, I'm so thirsty."

Maddie never acts like this, she wasn't even this way the time when I got her really drunk and she eventually passed out. My fault.

In fact, she had only had one drink tonight, and nobody else touched it... was she just pretending to be drunk, or was she just having a really good time? either way, it would be better for me to take her home.

Maddie's POV

I hate drinking... it doesn't taste very good... but tequila makes me feel free... so instead of a shot of it... i filled my cup. I figured it only added up to about three shots, but I was very wrong. I could tell right away that I had over done it.

London was ruining my buzz though, she was making me feel stupid. But she was just so damn sexy in that out fit of hers that I thought I'd follow her anywhere. I eventually gave in and agreed to go back to the house with her, I figured that if I drank lot's of water.. I would sober up a bit. And if I made a move on her, I could blame it on being drunk out of my mind.

Unless she liked it.

I know I'm not supposed to feel this way about girls but, she makes me feel free... she has been my friend since forever and I feel like the alcohol has cleared my mind instead of blurred it, I feel like the way I'm acting now is the way I'm meant to be.

We got to the house and she practically carried me up the stairs. I just wanted to stop and look around for few moments but she was intent on making me back into my normal boring self.

I didn't want to get sober but it was all she wanted so I drank the three glasses of water she offered me and then almost didn't make it to the bathroom. I threw up and peed and then felt so much better... excpet I still wanted London... I brushed my teeth and then got ready to take a shower... I figured it might clear my head... help me decide what I was going to do.

After I got out of the shower I was dripping wet... and I realized I didn't have a towel, London was downstairs though so I just walked through the hallway naked.

I got into some lacey underwear and a matching bra because it was still "party night" and I wanted to feel sexy even though throwing up in the bathroom is totally not sexy.

I turned aroung to find that London was standing in the doorway, and had been for who knows how long. I didn't know what to say and she made no attempt to move.

I looked into her eyes, wanting her so badly, and saw the same thing in her eyes: desire.

I walked over to her thinking, it's now or never. My mind was totally clear of everything but her.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the bed, she looked shocked at first but I'm sure my eyes must have said it all because she smiled and leaned in and kissed me.

We both sat on the bed and I kissed her this time, gliding my tongue across her bottom lip until she invited me inside.

We sat there kissing for a few moments, getting more heated and passionate.

She broke away firstand to my surprise she backed up on the bed, leaning back into a very sexy pose.

I folloed her, crawling on her bed until I was hovering over her, and then she pulled me onto her, into another beautiful kiss. I felt as if time stopped.

I slid my hand slowly up the side of her and started to massage her right breast through her shirt.

She broke the kiss suddenly, which surprised me, so I moved my hand quickly.

"Stop." she said, "this isn't right."

I just sat there unable to say anything.

"I mean for me, I'm enjoying it, I've wanted this since I met you. But you. You're still drunk, in the morning you won't even remember any of this, or worse, you'll remember and hate me for it. So we stop now."

I sat there with my mouth wide open, a tear falling down my face as she got up off the bed and walk towards the door. She looked back for a moment, but her look was cold now, no longer inviting. "I-I'm not even drunk," I said, but it came out as a whimper that I'm sure she didn't hear. Besides, I probably was drunk, I was drunk and stupid, but I wished more than anything that she knew I really did care about her.