Readers, I sincerely apologize that I haven't kept up on this like I planned. As you all know, life manages to get in the way. But, fear not, I do have a direction for the story. It's matter of getting it all out there. Hope this is a good little teaser :)
"Okay, so the keg's gonna get here at, like seven-ish, and then I've been telling everyone to come over anytime after nine. That cool?" Julia questioned allowed pouring chips into bowls.
"Yeah, of course. I honestly need a night of just being super wasted," Dawn laughed out. The twosome had already been drinking a little, and were one and a half bottles of wine deep. It had been a semi-regular ritual the past three days. They called it their 'before five o'clock cocktail mixer'. Something so lame was only something two best friends could laugh about.
Being around Julia the past few days was nice. It brought the brunette's spirits up. Brianne had destroyed her, but Dawn needed to get over it. Right? And being with Julia made her feel less emotional and crazy and just... better. Julia had that effect on people. Whenever someone was feeling like shit, all she had to do was appear, and then everything was okay again. It had always been that way between them.
"Super wasted? You're not gonna black out on me, are you?" Julia chortled, half serious. She had spent the last few days, bumming around Dawn's house. She was dying to stay out of her place as much as possible to avoid the war going on between her sister and parents. She spent most of the time making sure Dawn was okay. Dawn did the same for her, because of the whole Pete thing. But, each day was getting easier for both girls.
"Okay, so I also talked to Sylvia and she said that her and Tori managed to get some absinthe from Tori's parent's liquor stash, and dude... We're totally going to trip tonight," Julia smirked. She stuffed the empty chip bags into the trash can and plopped next to Dawn on the couch. Neither of them had started to get ready. Julia knew no one would bother coming before nine, and even if, they didn't care. It was only five.
"Isn't that, like, acid? Or something?" Dawn's voice was sprinkled with concern and Julia reassured her.
"No, no. I actually don't know what it is, but Syl said it's almost like peyote. But in liquid form". Julia pulled her hair from the black scrunchie and laid her head in Dawn's lap. "Rub my head," Julia request. Dawn did so. She gave Julia the remote to flick through TV channels, finally landing on Full House reruns. Julia closed her eyes as Dawn took her small fingers through the blonde's locks.
Julia's hair was so soft. Dawn had always been jealous of how long, wavy and blonde it was in comparison to her short brown hair. She liked playing with Julia's hair. Moments like these reminded the brunette that she still had a best friend.
The blonde's eyes were starting to get a little heavy. They always did. Sometimes, Julia had the brunette do this before bed to help her sleep when she spent the night and she'd usually return the favor.
And a few seconds later, Julia felt goosebumps run along her body as Dawn moved her hand to the blonde's back. It felt good and Dawn wasn't even trying, just absentmindedly tickling, eyes focused on the Tanner family. Julia wasn't sure what it was, but this felt just... good. Different than usual. She tried to describe the feeling to herself but wasn't sure what it was.
Dawn's hand brushed just above the blonde's waistline and in that split second, Julia felt almost...turned on.
Oh, god. I need to sit up. Sit up. But this feels too nice... too good. No, you idiot, you're not turned on. And if you are, it's Uncle Jesse on TV. He's a hunk. It has nothing to do with Dawn rubbing your back... Oh, duh! You're drunk. You're turned on by anything and everyone when you're drunk. Ha, of course. Julia smiled to herself. No harm in letting Dawn keep going until the episode was over. Right?
A/N: Kids, anyone want to take a guess what might happen next? :) Thanks for reading and for reviews. Remember, reviews is what makes a writer's world go 'round! Xoxo-truly
