Don't Fall For Me.
Chapter Three.
His lips pushed neatly into mine. He had his eyes closed with mine wide open.
What the fuck?
I pushed him, pushed him real hard.
"Ouch."
"What was that for?"
"You did bumped into me yesterday, didn't you? And now I have this bruise."
"So?"
"That means you kissed me. Yesterday. Our lips bumped into each other, giving both of us this scratch. Now I'm kissing you back for revenge."
He said. We kissed? Yesterday and now today? I couldn't believe it.
"Brick you ass."
Blossom glared at the guy. She seemed really pissed.
"Now, now. I don't want to hear your rant. It'll be troublesome. Besides, Buttercup aiin't my type At all."
He said, giving off this playful look.
"I don't give a fuck on what kind of girl you like you ass."
Blossom cussed. She cussed and cussed at him like crazy but it only looked sexy in Brick's point of view. It made him want her more, regretting how he set her free years ago. She was looking all senile but it didn't matter, she still looked gorgeous as ever. Brick leaned in, wanting to grab a kiss from her. Blossom could only reject by stepping back. "Don't you dare, Brick." She glared once more. Brick could only smile.
Four bottles of beer.
Four.
"Now what are you doing?"
I asked, looking at the sloppy Butch who still managed to sit up straight after drinking four bottles of beer. Sheesh, is this guy even human?
"Ah."
He mumbled, scratching his head and looking around. I knew it. He was drunk.
"You should also drink."
"Why?"
"'Cause. It'll be unfair if I was the only one drinking here you know."
He said. His eyes were slightly closing. He handed a beer to me.
"Fine. Douchebag."
I drank it. Drank it all the way down. It felt great too, I haven't had this many drinks since years ago. Butch smiled coyly. "Good." He said. I smiled back, giving him a thumbs up.
"You ain't so bad after all, Buterbutt."
"So are you, Butchie."
"Heh."
The two of us collapsed. We drank way too much and dozed off right away.
Blossom came back with Brick, seeing the two of us sleeping made her worry right away. She tried to wake me up but didn't work. I was asleep like a dead cow. Brick on the other hand, slapped his brother a few times and managed to wake Butch up. He blinked consciously, trying to regain his vision. "Butch, you okay?"
His head hurt, from drinking too much. He scratched his head and looked at me, knowing what happened. "Ah, Buttercup."
"Damn, Now I got to carry her home." Blossom said.
I blinked.
My head ached, and so did my body. What did happen?
"Buttercup? You awake?" I saw Blossom peaked in, smiling at me.
"Thank goodness you're alright." She hugged me happily. I could see she was happy I was up from all that drinking. My head was a total fuss though. "What exactly happened, Blossom?" I asked.
"Well, Long story short. You got drunk with Butch. Brick managed to wake his brother up but we couldn't wake you up. You really were fast asleep. Totally. Then I was having problems about getting you back home when Brick came up with an idea to walk us home. He made Butch carry you all the way here from the bar. He didn't seem to notice he carried you though, seeing he was also drunk as hell. After they got here, Butch dozed off immediately after he put you down. That's it."
My eyes looked at Blossom. I couldn't get my head to work.
"Wait, what? You mean they're still here?"
"Yep. Butch's sleeping on the couch. Brick went out for some fresh air."
"Ah. Wait just a minute—Did you just say he carried me?"
I exploded, finally getting my head to work.
"Yeah."
She smiled.
I showered. I was reeking of alcohol. It felt good showering, I felt clean and refreshed. As I was done, I opened the door and found Butch standing there. He was going to use the bathroom next. "Oh, Hey." He said. I hid my blush, I mean, I was only wearing a towel and had that wet look. "H-Hi."
It was a good thing he didn't say anything. How embarrassing. Blossom smiled at me, giving off this senile look, I know what she meant. I wasn't going to fall for Butch.