You guys totally have the right to hate me. I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long. Last week was really busy and so was the weekend. I had to get all my stuff for Sophhop and it was fun but I didn't have the time to write but I did a little by little and here we have it! But yeah, having a life is really overrated, I like being on the internet all the time more.

I slowly opened my eyes to the glare of the sun hitting the ceiling. I looked around, forgetting that I wasn't in my bed but was in Eli's after all the black became visible to me. I looked over, expecting to see Eli lying there asleep but there was nothing but an empty space and the thrown black comforter there. As I sat up, wondering where he went, my questions were answered when I heard gagging sounds coming from the bathroom which was next to his room.

I threw the blanket off me, expecting to see my pajamas like I did every Saturday but with shame, I saw my same outfit from last night, including the Doc Martens still tied on my feet. I jumped off the bed and went into the bathroom to see Eli kneeling over the toilet. Seeing liquid and the food he had from last night fly out his mouth in pieces made me want to puke as much, if not more than he was, but I just tried to hold it because there was no where I would be able to and he was more sick than I was.

Walking over to him, I sat on the side of the tub and put my hand on his back, "Do you need any help?"

He wiped his mouth with a tissue and threw it in the toilet then looked at me, smiling, "Do you know how to make a Bloody Mary?"

I looked at him wondering why he thought I of all people would know how to make whatever a Bloody Mary was, "No, but I could make one if you tell me how to make it."

Eli was way too excited about me making a Bloody Mary. As I stood in front of his counter and he sat behind the counter, waiting to tell me what to do, I could feel him smiling behind me eagerly.

"Alright," I said, spinning around after I put the ice in the cup and had no clue of what to do next.

He smiled widely and brightly, "Alright, get tomato juice, vodka and lemon juice."

"Why are you putting alcohol in a drink to get rid of the effects of alcohol?" I asked, confused as I was pouring the liquids into the cup and watching them mix together as they combined.

"I don't know," he said, "But it helps get rid of this pounding in my head and my constant need to throw up everything I've ever eaten so I'll take it."

I shook my head as I couldn't even imagine getting that drunk. Not being able to remember parts of the night before, throwing up constantly, having a headache that was described as pounding. I never wanted to get that drunk and going to these parties with Eli was close calls to it but seeing Eli this morning was something that would be a constant warning to not.

"Then you have to put a dash of Worcestershire sauce, celery salt, pepper and hot sauce."

I had to fight the urge to throw up as I mixed together these ingredients that weren't necessarily disgusting alone but was an awful pairing. I spun the ice and mixture around until it seemed settled enough and handed it to him. I leaned on the table and watched him as he drank it. As I watched him, I starting thinking more and more about last night. It was spotty, considering I did drink too, but I still remembered Eli kissing my neck and how that didn't work out. Of course, I didn't want to bring up the neck thing because I'm sure he didn't remember it and it would be awkward to try to inform him on how he kinda-sorta kissed me because he couldn't do it sober. So instead of the direct approach, I decided to just try to understand why he even went to parties like these in the first place.

"So," I said, looking at the table, then at him, "I have a question."

He paused mid-sip of his Bloody Mary and moved only his eyes to look at me, "What did I do wrong?"

That would've been the perfect time to bring up last night but I tried to fight the urge to bring it up and just stick to what I wanted to know, "Nothing. I actually have a question that doesn't involve you being in trouble."

He sighed a sigh of relief and went back to his sipping, "Okay good, then shoot."

"Is there a reason that you go to parties like last nights?" I asked. He went to open his mouth to respond but I cut him off just to say one more thing before he went, "And don't say because every teenager does it because in the short amount of time I've known you, I know Eli Goldsworthy is not interested in following what every teenager does."

He chuckled, "You think you know me, huh?"

"I don't." I shook my head, "I honestly don't know a thing about you. But I guess that's one of the reasons I associate with you. I guess the mysterious thing is pretty cool."

"You meant hot." He smirked.

"I meant what I said." I retorted, with a mocking smirk of his.

"You didn't though." He took the last sip of his drink and pushed it to the side, leaning over the table, getting closer to me, looking me directly in the eyes. I wanted to look away but his green eyes had something that I couldn't turn away from, "You see, you don't know me, but I have parts of you memorized. For example, you try to hide your feelings because you're afraid they won't be returned, not only with me, with anything. You try to make it seem like you could give two shits about something because you know there's a slight chance that thing could be taken at any time. But don't you think you should show your feelings before it's too late?"

"I think," I paused, looking down as my breath was shortening with him so close to me that the vanilla scent he so often had wrapped around him seemed to slide into my throat and fill it with the literal breathtaking spell Eli had on me, "you should answer my question."

"Right." He smirked, knowing he got what he wanted and was satisfied enough to sit back down in his seat, with enough distanced for me to breathe, "I think I do it just to let go of steam. The school week is stressful and depending certain situations, sometimes you just need to let go and be free. Parties do that for you."

"I suppose for you." I shrugged, "I think last night will be my first and last party."

"I doubt that." He said, smugly.

"And why do you say that?" I asked, intrigued with what witty and self-righteous comment he'd be able to pull out of his hat next.

"Because despite this face you try to pull like you couldn't care less about me, you do. And considering you stayed here with me all last night up until this exact moment without saying anything about going home, you weren't worried about anything but being here. You cared about me getting home and you cared about me getting over this hangover and you'd be lying to yourself if you said you wouldn't care next weekend when we go to another party."

I just stared at him, blinking my eyes repeatedly. I wanted so badly to disagree and prove him wrong with an argument that was beyond him but he had me locked and I could tell by the smirk on his face that he knew it. He knew that I wouldn't be able to sit at home alone watching Netflix without worrying about him and if he was home alright. He knew that I would rather go to the party just to make sure he was okay than anything else. I hated him for that, for being someone I cared about so much and being able to hold it against me.

"If I could fathom into words how much I wanted to punch you in the face, you'd have a nicely written one thousand word essay filled with every curse word you could imagine and the ones you couldn't."

"Oh I'm so scared." He got up from the chair, putting his hands up in a surrendering fashion, "Please don't punch me, I don't think I could bear the pain!"

Getting sick of his smugness, I got up from my chair as well and chased him as he ran into the living room. He tripped over the rug underneath the table, falling onto the couch. I jumped on top of him, hitting him as quickly and as hard as I could, knowing that any amount of force I used wouldn't have hurt him anyways considering I didn't have a strong hand.

"Alright!" he yelled, "Ow!"

I stopped, thinking I had actually hurt him. I opened my mouth to apologize but was quickly shut up when Eli turned me over on the couch and pinned me to the back, now in control and clearing loving it. I twisted and squirmed, trying to get back at him but he was stronger than I was and any twisting I did to try to get from out of his hold would just be amusing to him.

"So, I guess the win goes to me, again." He smirked, leaning closer to me, "And I think as a victory, I should get…"

I could feel my heart beating almost out of my chest as his lips were inching closer and closer to mine. This would be my first kiss, it was happening, this was it. I tried to push the thoughts that I would be a horrible kisser out of my mind and just enjoy the fact that I was about to cross off one of the high school musts. I was about to have my first kiss with a sarcastic, self-satisfied seventeen year old boy who I couldn't hate no matter how much I wanted to. I closed my eyes, smiling inside that I was one step closer to being a real teenage girl, in terms of things I have and haven't done. I could feel his face just a mere centimeter away from mine, I wanted to pull his face closer, quicker but I knew he was taking his time on purpose for the fact that he had control of my hands and my ability to even think straight.

"Today on our show," Just as his lips brushed mine, the TV had come on. I must have hit the remote when I was trying to get free of his grip. We both had quickly jerked when the suddenly peppy woman came on the TV and there was no way we would be able to continue what was just about to happen.

So, awkwardly, Eli let go of me and slid to sit down next to me. He went to grab the remote and I thought of avoiding eye contact but realized that would have made everything even more awkward, which was sort of impossible but not really at this moment. We looked at each other and awkwardly turned away as Eli scrolled through the channels and I cursed myself out for accidentally turning on the TV which delayed my first kiss, if it would even happen now. I suddenly thought about everything else I could've done to not kick that remote so that Eli and I would probably be kissing at this moment as I was just imagining it. Never had I hated a TV so much.

But then as I thought about it more, to make it seem a little better, I realized if my first kiss didn't happen now, it wasn't meant to happen now. It wasn't meant to happen here, at this time maybe not even meant to happen with Eli, considering we were only friends, that's all we were and that was all I wanted, so I thought. Because if that was all I wanted, I wouldn't have been thinking of more opportunities to kiss him or even questioning our just friendship. Pushing that thought out of my mind for another time, I went back to my first kiss. Whenever it would happen, with whoever it would happen with, it would. Hopefully.

I'm thinking of making a playlist for this story. I have a few songs in mind and good music so I think I'll do it. Should I? You could answer that question in a review with how much you hate me for not updating in so long and with what you think of this chapter! Yay for multitasking!