I awoke to Droite falling off the bed with a loud thud. She grunted and after a few moments, clambered up off the floor. I pretended to still be asleep so she didn't have to worry about me waking up due to her little accident. She tip-toed out of my room and into the hallway, going over to the separate bathroom. Galaxy chirped, and I opened one eye, glaring at him. But still he chirped, flapping his wings in a way that said he wanted out. Sighing, I shoved the comforter off of me and got up off the bed, going over to his cage and letting him out. He squawked and landed on my head, picking at my faded bangs.
"Galaxy." I muttered, prodding his side. He let go of my hair and simply sat there on my head, enjoying the warmth, I suppose. I heard a giggle from the doorway and turned to see Droite with a hand to her lips to stifle the sound. I smiled.
"He certainly loves you," she commented with a wink, coming in and sitting on my bed. "Anyway, what do you want for breakfast?"
"McDonald's, I think." Peeking around my curtains, I saw that it was probably at least ten in the morning, considering the sun's position in the sky. "You willing to drive there and get me some?"
"Sure thing!" Standing, she went over to her bag and opened it, grabbing her wallet and some extra clothes. "I'll just change real quick and go."
"I'll shower while you're gone," I replied. "Maybe see how well I can move around in the heels I got. I'm not used to those, for sure."
"You have fun with that." Stretching, she wobbled out back to the bathroom in the hall while I took to putting my bird back in his cage, which he greatly displeased. He began to sing again and I just stuck my tongue out at him. I went down to the first floor and picked up my costume from the couch, debating on whether or not to drag my backpack to my room, then going against it and heading for the stairs. Droite came down the stairs just as I reached them, wearing a short, wafting skirt and a blue t-shirt. My eyes went down to her legs on instinct, and I couldn't help when my gaze wandered up all that creamy skin.
Oh geez, here I go again.
She smiled at me as I let her pass me. "I'll be back in twenty minutes, okay?"
"Yep! Get me some nuggets and fries. Whatever soda works. And ranch sauce will do." She nodded at me, mentally taking note of what I'd just said. Collecting her keys from her pocket, she left, waving at me as she did so.
I sighed, sinking to my knees. I knew this was bound to happen. Clutching the plastic bag with my costume inside it tightly, I let the tears finally fall. This girl, this wonderful person I had met only four days ago… I was starting to fall for her and honestly, I didn't want that to happen. She didn't deserve to come under fire by my father, if he ever checked in and saw that she and I were hanging out together. He'd assume the worst and probably sue her family or something along those lines.
It took a lot of effort, but I stood up shakily and made my way up the stairs, dragging the bag behind me. My body sagged on my bones as I stepped into my bathroom, stripping slowly until I realized that if I didn't hurry, Droite would end up seeing me in a towel.
Yeah, no. Not going to happen.
…
I had just managed to zip the black and white dress up when Droite came into my room holding a giant bag full of our fast food. The smell of fries made my mouth water and I immediately came over, taking the bag and pulling out my food. She watched me in amusement as I shoved a good portion of the fries into my mouth at one time. I sent her a half-hearted glare before taking myself and my food over to the chaise and planting my rear end on it.
"Mmmmmmmm." I swallowed all the fries and Droite just laughed, eating her hamburger while watching Galaxy flap around like he wanted some of our food. As I ate, I forced my emotions to calm in order to keep a sane head around my new best friend. I didn't need to start having a mental breakdown in front of her; that would be bad for the both of us, and I didn't want to feel that vulnerable. Only Galaxy has ever seen me cry, and even before I had gotten him, I had never once let myself be exposed like that. But Droite… I could tell that eventually, she'd peel my layers away and see who I really was on the inside.
Even though that sounded frightening, I couldn't help but feel my heart quicken and a fuzzy feeling settle within my chest.
"A sexy panda, eh?" Droite inquired. I realized that she had finished her food and I was mechanically putting fries and chicken nuggets into my mouth. Swallowing, I nodded and took a sip of the drink I had dragged over as well—Mountain Dew. It was sweet, almost too sweet, so I calmed down the drinking for a moment and pondered over the question.
"Yeah," I replied, avoiding her eyes. "I like pandas. My second favorite animal. Y'know. Besides dragons."
"Ah." I heard her set down her drink on the floor from her position on my bed. "I like butterflies."
"Butterflies are truly beautiful creatures." Finishing off my food, I pitched the stuff into the bag along with my drink, my tongue having decided that Mountain Dew was too much to handle. "Anyway, what costume did you get? I don't remember."
"Lolita maid," Droite answered simply, crossing her legs and sipping her soda. "Kai, are you sure you want to go to this party while your dad is in the hospital? You don't have to if you don't want to."
I snorted. "That bastard could die and I wouldn't care." I picked up my stockings from the dresser, pulling them up until they reached mid-thigh. "I'm going, and I'm not changing my mind."
"Okay, then." She got off the bed and got her costume from her bag. "I hope you can handle hangovers—I even still have problems with them."
Hangovers? There was going to be alcohol at this party? "Isn't that illegal?" I questioned, putting my hat on.
"Well, yeah, but that's the joy of having a house the size of Texas, if you get my drift." She held up her costume to show it off. "I'm going to go change. Sure it's the morning but I've gotta shower and do makeup."
"You have fun with that." Turning around, I went on a search to find my heels while Droite left to go shower and put on her costume.
…
It was almost five when we were completely sure that we were ready to go. Droite was making sure the ruffles of her dress were in the right position and that her makeup wasn't rubbing off, although I doubted that her state of dress would be alright by the end of the night, if my quick research on Google and Yahoo! Answers was correct.
Speaking of her costume, she was in a black dress that reminded me of a cupcake of some sort. With white ruffles and a black base color, and striped thigh-high socks and elbow-length white gloves, she looked stunning and a beggar for attention all at once. But I knew better than to fall for that outfit and slutty comments she was bound to say in order to keep her reputation high. Droite was different than what she portrayed, despite what people said about her.
I, meanwhile, wore the same skin-tight dress, which was black and white, similar to a panda. My hat, which was panda themed and even had little white ears on it, kept me warm while I sat on the couch and played around on my phone. Even though I was barely an A-cup and had the curves of a kid, I still felt confident. Maybe some of that alcohol would help with my current state of mind.
"Ready to go?" Droite asked, collecting her keys from wherever the hell she had put them. I nodded and stood just as my phone began to ring. Sighing, I looked at the screen and recognized the number as the hospital's.
"Now what?" I asked the woman on the other side after answering the phone.
"Your father has gotten worse," the nurse (I assumed) reported to me. "He's in a coma now, probably due to his injuries. We were wondering if you wanted to visit him any time in the next few days."
"No." And with that, I ended the call and, deciding that I did not want to be interrupted during the party, threw my phone across the room, resulting in it slamming into the wall. The screen shattered and the battery fell out as it hit the floor. Droite just looked at me with a shocked expression, but I sent her a calm smile.
"Let's go," I told her, opening the front door after grabbing my keys. She followed me to her car and we were off to wherever this party was being held.
…
It turned out that this party was at a beach house. And a rather large one at that. Apparently this is where Gauche lived; his parents were CEOs of a company offshore and were rarely home, but they owned a huge house that indeed looked like it was the size of some of the buildings I've seen in Tokyo. For Your Entertainment, a song I had come across on YouTube and had enjoyed, was blaring out the speakers pointing towards the private beach that also came along with the mansion. I listened to the song happily as I walked behind Droite. She led me up the steps and into the house, where the same song played with a DJ in the dining area.
A whole throng of people were dancing to the music, a few that I recognized but didn't care about. Some were holding blue cups of what was probably alcohol. A makeshift bar had been set up in the front lobby, and many couples were hanging out around the wooden island. There was a small group of guys by the stairs dumping various alcoholic beverages down a tube via a cone of some sort and forcing their friends to chug whatever was placed into the tube. I winced as I saw one of them choke and cough out a wad of snot onto one of his subordinates.
Maybe this wasn't such a great idea—
"Hey Kai," I heard Gauche say as I paused in the middle of the room. Droite had gone on without my knowledge, probably to the bar, so I was left alone with her boyfriend.
Awkward….
"Yeah?" I said as calmly as I could muster. Gauche held out a beer to me, already opened.
"Here, start with something simple before you move on to the real stuff." As I took it from him, he patted my shoulder and left. I stood there, holding the beer in my gloved hands, and looked around for a moment. I headed to the bar, feeling shivers run up my spine in anticipation of what this drink tasted like.
Indeed, Droite was at the bar, mixing some kind of margarita (I think) together. She was sipping it as I sat down on one of the stools, raising an eyebrow at the beer in my hand.
"Gauche give you that?" She asked. I nodded. "Here, lemme take that." She swiped the beer from me before dumping it on the ground and dropping it in the puddle she had made. "Don't trust him—he tends to put lots of shit into the drinks he gives out. Here, I'll make you one." Gesturing to the makeshift bartender, she ordered a shot of vodka for me. I watched in confusion as the bartender, a girl with a gigantic chest (I kid you not on that) and wearing a bikini, poured the shot and scooted it towards me. She winked and went to serve her new customer, a guy with the perfect body (at least, that's what it seemed like).
Droite laughed as I took the shot glass and sniffed it. The scent was like that of rubbing alcohol, or at least, that's the closest thing I could refer it to. Shaking slightly, I brought the shot to my lips and downed it in one go.
Bad. Motherfucking. Idea.
I coughed, gasping slightly as the drink made its way to my stomach, searing the living hell out of my throat and esophagus. The damn thing tasted the same as it smelled and nausea floated up along with the other problems I was currently having. Droite patted my back as I tried to adjust to the alcohol, but I just continued to cough my brains out until I could hardly breathe. Then, of course, I saw the bartender come back over, boobs bouncing like crazy as she refilled the shot and giggling at my state.
"Try a few more," Droite encouraged, having finished her drink and going for another. "You'll get used to the horrible taste and burn if you keep going."
"Who the fuck drinks that?!" I nearly cried at her, using one of the curses I had learned over our sleepover. "It hurts."
"That's the whole point, silly." Finishing off the mixing of her second drink, she pushed the shot over to me once more. "But it'll feel good once you get drunk. Trust me; it's a nice feeling. The hangover, not so much."
Oh, what the hell. "Fine, I'll try a few more." Again, I downed the shot in one go and I nearly choked to death once more. After the bouncy bartender filled the shot glass a third time, I was beginning to feel the effects of the drink. A fuzzy feeling developed in my head and my limbs numbed slightly. It was nice, so I gulped down the third shot and this time, it felt better than the last two.
"Here," my best friend slurred, holding out a drink that she had mixed. It was lime green and smelled of mint and some other drink that I didn't know. "A Grasshopper. Some hardcore stuff right there."
"'Kay." I downed this one in a few swallows despite it being in a tall glass. It was stronger than the vodka, and honestly, it hurt like hell going down as well and tasted like minty toothpaste. Disgusting but I was beginning to love the feeling of the alcohol in my brain. I forgot that this was a really bad idea and continued on with drinks, trying a variety until I was a little wobbly and wanting to try dancing.
Droite was just as drunk, downing one shot of whiskey before she led me into the dining area, where the music was the loudest. In my drunken haze, I allowed my best friend to come behind me as I started to sway to Strut, not giving a damn that her hands were on my hips as I swung around. Couples were grinding against each other to the music as we danced, and I just followed the beat, shaking my hips back and forth and sending seductive glances at whoever was around me.
I didn't know what I was doing; I just did whatever felt natural while drunk. And surprisingly, I didn't fall over in my heels.
I felt Droite grip the skirt of my dress and drag me backwards slightly. I leaned forward, continuing to follow the beat of the music, feeling the front of her body grinding into my rear. It felt nice and I kept going at it, occasionally looking over my shoulder to see those hazy orange eyes of hers eyeing me like I was her prey.
Hell, I was liable to do anything at that moment, and sex sounded amazing right about now.
I swiveled around and fell into her arms, unaware that some of the drunk couples around us were looking at us in confusion before going back to dancing. Droite held me tightly, her arms around my waist, and I smiled at her with low eyelids; the alcohol had taken its full effect and now… any reason I had was pretty much gone. Somewhere in my brain I realized this, but the haze blurred it out.
Her hands were on mine and she pulled me back through the crowd. As we passed by the bar, I grabbed one more shot and downed it before following Droite up the staircase, ignoring the glance I had gotten from the even bouncier bartender. I took off my heels before I fell over in them and ran up the stairs, forgetting the shoes at the bottom and watching Droite as she headed towards a bedroom, I assumed. She looked over her shoulder at me and winked, opening the door before I got there and going inside.
I hurried in after her and shut the door, completely forgetting to lock it because as soon as I had come inside she had me pinned up against the wood and was gazing down at me with hungry eyes. Without waiting for me to catch up to what she was doing, she kissed me hard, pressing my head against the hard surface behind me.
Despite being drunk, I acknowledged the gravity of the kiss and nearly squealed as she locked her lips with mine. Being kissed, for a Japanese person, for the first time is the most intimate thing ever, and you will always remember it. I didn't want to remember mine this way, but whatever. This girl was the one person I wanted to share it with despite our messed up states.
Her lips were warm and a little damp from all the drinks we'd had. I shut my eyes and pressed upwards, feeling her arms cage around me and yank me upwards so that I could wrap my legs around her waist. She pulled away for a few seconds to allow us to breathe before taking my mouth again with hers and slipping her tongue into my mouth. Her breath tasted heavily of alcohol but I doubted mine was any better; I allowed her to keep going, our tongues mingling awkwardly, but in a way that made my body warm up further.
Her mouth left mine and soon her lips were on my neck and she was biting my skin. I groaned and pushed against the door, hissing in pleasure as I felt her suck hard on my neck. It felt nice, her against me like this, heat pouring off of her and making me sweat underneath my clothing.
Her hands gripped my thighs to hold me up, and soon they were travelling closer and closer to my skirt. I paid no mind to her for the moment, to intent on her mouth on my skin, her hot breath and rough teeth making marks that were sure to be there tomorrow. And honestly, I didn't care.
Well, not until her hands were suddenly inside my skirt and pulling down my panties.
I realized fully right then and there that I didn't want to be here, at this party and drunk, when I lost my virginity. Out of fear, I dropped one of my legs and pushed Droite away, gasping and hot and frustrated as much as I was. She looked at me in drunken confusion as I flattened out my dress and grabbed my hat from the floor—it had fallen off in our heated session.
"I'm sorry, but now's not the time," I stated, trying not to slur too much, and I turned from her, opened the door, and ran like hell down the hall. I descended the stairs, grabbed my discarded heels, and dove out of the party.
I ran all the way home, nearly getting lost twice and dodging cop cars that were slowly getting drawn to the party getting out of hand. It was probably passed midnight, at least; the moon was in the middle of the sky. It was ice cold, and even though I wore probably the sluttiest outfit ever, I didn't care because I only wanted to get home.
A few of the young kids trick-or-treating squeaked in horror as they saw me stride around and into my house, probably scared out of their minds at seeing a crying girl with mascara running down her face, sweating like a pig, and blushing like a maniac—not to mention my disarrayed clothing and hair. I dropped my heels on the floor and went up the stairs, throwing my hat off in the process. Sobbing, I threw open the door to my room and collapsed on my bed, startling Galaxy out of sleep with my loud sobbing.
God, I didn't want this to happen. I so didn't want this to happen.
I'm horrible. Ugh.
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