Chapter 2
Ally's POV
I felt a little weird after the fourth drink. I didn't think much of it. I mean, it was only a drink, right? Dallas was away when I caught up to him.
"Where are you going babe?" I giggle.
"Look Ally, I think you need to go home."
"No Dallas! You are not ruining this night for me!" I screamed at him.
"ALLY! You need to leave!"
"Shut up Dallas before I slap you." I said.
"Ally, you are so drunk so I will forgive you for that."
"Excuse me Dallas, but I don't get drunk." I said as I fell over.
Being drunk is kind of a rush. You see things differently. It kind of felt like I was in the wizard of Oz, and I was in the spinning house with Dorothy ahaha. It also gives you a warm feeling. Something I haven't felt in a long time.
"You can go Dallas. I knew that you wouldn't want to have fun. So you can just go home and get drunk on your own, which is no fun without this bitch right here!" As I pointed to myself.
"Fine Ally." He said as he rolled his eyes and walked off.
"RUN AWAY DALLAS! NO ONE WANTS A PARTY SHITTER HERE ANYWAY!"
Did I really say that to my crush. I mean I love him and I blew it. I don't know what to do with myself now.
"Ally?" Austin asked.
"Yeah?" As I grin at him.
"Are you okay? You seem a little wasted." He questioned
"I'm good. Soooooo good." I said to him
"Okay?" He said a little nervous.
Austin looked so good. Is it me or is he sooo hot? Hopefully it was only the beer talking.
"Austin?" I say as I play with strings on his hoodie.
"Yes?" He said.
"I love you so much."
I pull him in and kiss him for longer than I thought was needed. Do I know where to draw the line when I'm drunk?