I had fallen asleep long ago. But I woke up when I heard something downstairs. For a long time I cuddled under the blankets further, but when the noises got louder, I hesitantly got up. I decided against waking anyone up, even though in another situation that would have been stupid.
Walking down the stairs slowly, I peered around in the dark. I saw the faint outline of the kitchen. I saw a curly head of hair. Breathing a sigh of relief, I realized it was Nick.
The problem was that he was holding a bottle of scotch in one hand. I froze in place. Nick needed to stop. He was drinking alcohol at sixteen. I needed to help him.
"Nick, stop." I said hesitantly, walking over to him.
"ohgh ghey mfacy." he stuttered. Oh no. He was already drunk. I sat next to him on the stool in front of his counter. He coughed a couple times.
"Nick...." I mumbled, but he jammed the top of the bottle into my mouth. My mouth filled with what tasted like gasoline. I gulped it down as fast as it came, hearing the bottle crash to the floor when the scotch was gone. Great. In a matter of seconds I would be totally wasted drunk. That was worse than not-me. Damn car crash.
I felt woozy as I stumbled into a standing position. Nick pulled out another bottle of something from the cabinet under his stool. I fell back onto the chair, grasping the counter. I was officially drunk. Nick took a big swig of the alcohol and offered it to me. I grabbed the bottle and gulped some more gasoline-type stuff down.
With one more sip, Nick set the bottle down and grabbed my face roughly. He started kissing me until it hurt. Jake all over again. But worse. Every once in a while, we would stop and drink more from the bottle on the counter. Looking back, I can't believe I got drunk.
Even worse, Nick started feeling me up. It's a gross thought now, but it was.... Okay then. Being drunk sucks.
Before I knew it, his hands were up my shirt. While he kissed my neck, I grabbed the scotch bottle and started sucking it down again.
Then the light flicked on.
"Nick? MACY?!" I heard Kevin yell. Oops.
The bottle in my hand crashed to the floor mixing with the glass from the last bottle. My head rolled around as I finally felt Nick pull away.
My body rolled off the stool with my dizziness and I landed in the giant pile of glass. But my body was numb. It just felt like little pinches.
"Ugh." I groaned.
"Macy!" Kevin yelled, rushing to my side. And for once, I passed out from something rather than fan-shock.
I hope OOC Nick isn't too weird. 8-)
