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I spin myself around in front of my mirror once and then stop, studying my reflection. I wonder if this outfit is good enough for an Austin Moon party... I'm really hoping it is. I wish that Trish were here so that I could get her opinion... Well, if I had even met her yet, which I haven't. I'm wearing a tight black dress, it comes to just above my knees, and some black wedge heels. My hair is loosely curled and I didn't go too heavy on the makeup.
Luckily my father is already asleep so I won't have to give him an explanation. I quietly sneak out the door, get in my car, and don't turn on the headlights until I'm out of the driveway. I make a mental decision to keep myself sober and focus on the task at hand: Austin.
I drive with my windows down and my hand outside the car, running my fingers through the sweet Miami air. Sometimes I miss home. The frat house comes into my view sooner than I expected, and the sight next to my car as I park leaves my mouth open. There's drunk people everywhere. It's as if they're just overflowing from the house. I turn off my car and I'm aware of the thumping coming from inside the house, I guess music. I take a deep breath and step out, pulling down my dress down absentmindedly.
I make a beeline for the entrance, ignoring some lit guy wolf whistling at me. Once inside, I feel the smell of pot and alcohol hit me in the face. I refrain from gagging and look around, searching for a head of bleached hair.
I gasp when a sweaty hand grasps my arm, and I spin around and come face to face with a tall brunette with nasty breath. "Hello there," he breathes, and I almost gag, "wanna drink?"
"N-No, I'm good, thanks, but I need to-"
"Oh, there's no rush." He slurs, and I gulp, trying to pull my arm out of his grip but he grabs tighter. "How about we go upstairs and get to know each other?"
I feel panic rising in the pit of my stomach, and my mouth is open but I can't speak words. I dig my heels into the beer-stained carpet as the guy begins to drag me up the stairs. Out of nowhere, a fist connects with the side of the guy's head, and he falls to the floor. I scream and cover my mouth, eyes wide and looking for the attacker. My eyes settle on Austin as he stands over the guy who has his head in his hands, groaning. "How many times do I have to tell you, Darwin? Don't try to drag sober girls upstairs! You idiot..." He turns to me, and I sigh relief, walking up to him, but he walks away, stumbling a bit. I huff, following after him.
"Hey, thanks for... That." I tell him, dodging a girl and a guy making out against the wall of the large hallway.
"Don't mention it, Sweetheart." He scoffs. "I can't believe you actually showed up. Now I'm going to have to keep an eye out on your ass all night."
"Don't call me that," I mutter as Austin settles down on a couch and a blonde girl with colors in her hair passes him a beer, "and I'll be fine. Do you think this is my first party or something?"
"Obviously it is if you don't have a drink in your hand yet." The blonde girl cackles, and I glare at her. "What's your name, anyway? I haven't seen you around before. Freshman?"
I clear my throat. "My name is Ally... And uhh, yeah."
She gives me a half-hearted smile. "I'm Cassidy."
I decide I don't like Cassidy as she hands Austin yet another beer after he downs the one she gave him before. A dark skinned girl appears by my side and looks between the three of us. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but Dallas wants Cassidy and I to come play spin the bottle with a group of guys."
"Sure thing, Kira." Cassidy says, and she hops off the couch and follows behind her, leaving Austin and I alone with the party raging around us. I stand in front of him awkwardly with my arms crossed.
"Wanna hand me that beer over there?" He says, holding back a hiccup and pointing to an unopened bottle of beer sitting on a table beside a lamp. I scoff and reach for it, handing it to him, and he pops off the lid without any effort and begins chugging it. He's worse off than I ever would have imagined he was, and I realize just was a big affect I had in Austin's life... In my dream, that is.
"I'm cutting you off." I tell him as he finishes off his third beer in the past five minutes, and no telling how many he's had before this.
"No fairrrr." He whines, standing up and stumbling forwards so that I have to grab him by the shoulders to steady him. He laughs under his breath, and I realize it doesn't take him much to get drunk.
I bite my lip and look around until I find the staircase I nearly got dragged up by the brunette creep. I take Austin his hand, which feels so familiar in mine, and lightly lead him up the stairs. At the top, I look around to find only one bedroom door in the entire upstairs unlocked. I take him into it and close the door behind us, pushing him backwards so that he stumbles onto the bed. He laughs.
"No offense, Sweetheart, but you're not really my type... Although that dress does look very nice on you." He says with a yawn. I roll my eyes and lock the door.
"I'm not trying to get with you, Austin, I'm just trying to make sure you don't pass out down there and get trampled or something." I sigh, running my fingers through my now tangled hair.
"Wouldn't be the first time." He laughs, sitting up and reaching for a red solo cut that's sitting on the nightstand. I rush over and beat him to it, snatching it out of his reach. A little bit of some kind of vodka sloshes over the side and soaks my hand.
"No way, I said you were cut off." I scold him.
"What are you, my mom?" He groans, laying back down and closing his eyes, but I know he'll never be able to fall asleep last night. He can only sleep in boxers and socks.
I shake my head, setting the cup on a dresser on the opposite side of the room and going to sit on the bed beside of him. There's a moment's silence, where I can study his peaceful drunken features and realize that this is reality, before he speaks once more. "I'm so drunk." He smiles.
"I know." I chuckle, and I can't help but push his hair back off of his forehead. He doesn't flinch.
"I saw you once, you know." He says, and I'm taken aback. I raise an eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah? Where?" I wonder if he's getting me confused with someone.
"In a dream." He yawns, and I think my heart may have stopped. He doesn't seem phased by his words that mean so much to me, because he's dreamed about me too, and that's no coincidence. I know he would never tell me this if he was sober, and I suddenly begin to wonder why in the world he's been trying so hard to avoid me if he's seen me in a dream, too.
He suddenly sits up and pulls off the Converse off his feet and pulls his shirt off over his head, a sight I never seem to get tired of, even though this is the first time I'm seeing it in person. When he starts the unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down his thighs, I begin to question his actions, until he crawls past me onto the bed and under the covers.
"Hope you don't mind," he yawns, "I can only sleep in my boxers."
"And socks." I add, and he chuckles.
"Yeah." He says. I decide I like drunk Austin better than sober Austin. He's nicer.
I sit on the end of the bed for a few minutes, until he opens one eye and looks at me. "Aren't you going to sleep?" He asks, and I shrug.
"I should probably go home." I tell him.
He shakes his head. "You can't go home... Because then I would have to walk you back down the stairs to make sure you didn't get raped or some shit and I am way too drunk for that right now, Sweetheart."
I shake my head, unable to contain my grin. "Okay, fine. I'll sleep here."
He closes his eyes and pats the bed next to him, and I take off my heels before crawling under the covers next to him, but keeping my distance nonetheless. "Goodnight." He yawns, and I grin, clicking off the lamp.
"Goodnight, Austin."
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