Hello guys! So I posted the last chapter, and the best thing ever happened. I had so many positive reviews, I went around bragging to my family about how happy I was! Thank you guys so much, I can't even tell you how much it means to me!
I hope this chapter does the rest of the story justice. I had some serious writers block this week, I'm anxious so its been hard to write. I hope it doesn't reflect to much in the chapter! The next one will be up really soon as well!
The rain had returned by the time we were leaving the restaurant. It was approaching midnight and large droplets was cascading from above, hitting everything on the ground rather aggressively. Under normal circumstances, this would have been problematic; there was nothing I hated more than a wet hat and soggy socks. But now I was beyond the realm of sanity and reason; I was drunk.
I stood at the doorway to the Ethiopian restaurant, feeling flushed and woozy. The waitress was not joking about the high alcohol content; after 3 glasses I was transported into a place of distortion. My tolerance for alcohol was non-existent, something I had already learned at the dreaded vodka party. But back then I was with friends, people who were habituated to my degrading moments. Now… now I was with Kevin. I cursed under my breath and hiccuped with intoxication.
"You ok there?" Kevin grinned, putting his arm around my waist to ensure I did not topple over. I glared at him, upset that he made me drink so much. He had only that one glass that we toasted with, arguing that he had to drive. So he insisted that I drink two more, one on his behalf. Now here he was, smiling proudly at my state of disorientation.
"Just fine" I slurred, attempting to take a step forward into the rain. I slipped on the slick wet ground and felt Kevin's arm tighten around my core, keeping me as upright as was possible. My head lolled onto his shoulder and I felt the rain pound onto my face, but I didn't mind, it was soothing on my flushed face. I felt Kevin heave my body, with not much effort considering his strength, towards his car. He shoved me onto the passenger's seat, and ran around to his side of the car, sighing as he shut the door behind him. He turned to me, and immediately burst out laughing.
"Double D, you really hit it hard tonight uh? You look like me during Fresher's week, at the Football initiation" he uttered between fits of laughter. I smiled at the thought of his barbaric trial into the Football team and how horrible I must have looked.
"I hope without the urine and pigs blood" I laughed, remembering the rumors that circulated a week later about the horrors the Fresher's endured.
"Definitely without all that" Kevin shuddered, probably at the memory rather than the cold. He started up the car, and with a quick manoeuvre, got out of his parking spot.
"Where do you live?" Kevin asked, squinting past the windshield wipers, "I live pretty close by"
I thought for a second, trying to not to give in to the feeling of sickness that was overcoming me, "I live on the other side of campus"
"Damn that's not good, I can't make it all the way there" Kevin said, though through my drunken state I could not tell if it was said with disdain or disappointment. I mind went for the former. I heaved myself into an upright sitting position and faced Kevin,
"I so sorry- hick- I'm being a burden, please, just me drop off anywhere, and I take can home myself" I slurred, grimacing at the structure of my final sentence. I must have been sinking deeper into a state of drunkenness. My speech had disappeared, and it seemed that Kevin was on a teeter totter, because he kept moving up and down.
I felt a sudden pressure on my chest, and a force that pushed me back against the car seat. I opened my eyes, not even realizing that they had shut and looked in Kevin's general direction, he was smirking, or so I assumed.
"No way, I'm not letting a drunk princess like you walk all the way on the other side of the campus. You know what, you're coming with me" he insisted, taking a turn. I felt myself fall against the window, the cool glass easing the heat on my face. Why was I blushing so much?
"Yup" Kevin confirmed, "definitely coming home with me"
The rest of it was a blur, I could only recall Kevin looking down at me as he pulled me out of the car, a flight of stairs, leaning against a wall as Kevin dug around in his pockets, and the final plonk onto the springy bed with a black duvet. My final destination was me facing the ceiling and giggling hysterically as someone tickled my feet.
"Hey, stay still princess, I'm trying to get these socks off" I heard Kevin say, and attempted to fulfil his wish through my drunken giggles. I lay there dazed for several moments, and decided to sit up, it wasn't right to make Kevin take care of me as though I was some infant. Suddenly I felt a rush of vomit spring up from my stomach. Oh heavens no!
Kevin must have seen it coming, because there was suddenly a bucket in my hands. I grimaced at the buckets new contents, feeling it being taken out of my hands. The queasiness was unbearable and I fell back onto the bed, clutching my pounding head. Damn the effects of alcohol.
I felt a sudden dip in the bed, and a tug pulling me into sitting position. I was face to face with Kevin, who was looking at me sympathetically. I turned away, embarrassed at my sudden fit of sickness and not wanting to incapacitate him with my drunken, vomit ridden breath. Kevin must have taken note as he laughed gently and said, "I know it's horrible, but it's better out than in. Just glad you didn't do it on me"
I nodded to his comment, but ended up tipping over, only to be caught by Kevin before I hit the bed. He sighed, "You just can't stay up can you?"
I smiled crookedly up to him, feeling my cheeks flush. I was close enough now that I could see his ingrown beard hairs on his chiselled chin. I reached out to run my finger along said chin, feeling the grizzly skin beneath my cold finger. It was pleasant, but I retracted my limbs when it dawned on me what I was doing.
I attempted to sit up on my own, but only tipped over again. The alcohol was interfering with the function of my cerebellum and ensuring that I had no coordination whatsoever. I surprised myself with such technical thought despite the alcohol.
"Here, let me keep you propped up" Kevin said, setting up a pile of pillows with one arm, and then pushing me against the pillow throne with the other. Kevin suddenly disappeared, and I found myself swaying. Despite the pillows, I was still drawn to being parallel with the ground, and ended up flat on my face, where the blanket smelled strongly of detergent and Kevin's cologne. I suddenly felt sick again, and groaned what was supposed to be Kevin's name but just sounded like the cries of a wounded whale.
Kevin returned and sighed, "Can't stay up at all!"
He approached the bed and placed a glass of water to my lips, "I'll hold you up"
He leaned against the pillows and then propped me against his chest, keeping me up so that I wouldn't throw up, and enough of an angle to not feel like the world was spinning. However, my head was spinning, but more with the realization that I lying in bed, practically cuddling, with Kevin. He had wrapped his arms loosely around my body, which was half his own size, and rested his chin on the top of my head. I could see him using his phone, with a lot of focus and determination, I was able to read the name 'Nazz Bae' and felt a pang of jealousy. It was completely uncalled for but I could not get rid of the burning envy that was invading my system. I felt sick again.
"Hey, you ok, princess?" Kevin said, tipping my head back so I could see his face and vice versa. I refused to say anything, and instead found myself staring at his full pink lips. They were slightly chapped from his hours of practice on the field, running in the cold and rain, but they still looked soft and supple. I inwardly groaned at my observations, and closed my eyes.
I nearly fell asleep until my body became alarmed, and I suddenly felt the urge to open my eyes. With a lot of effort I finally did, and I found Kevin's face only inches from mine, staring deeply at my features. I jolted fully awake, suddenly aware of our closeness and pulled myself out of his hold. He continued to look at me, his green eyes gleaming in the dim light of his bed side lamp.
"May I help you Kevin?" I said, with a lot of effort. This closeness and contact was starting to affect my senses, especially my common sense. I knew that it meant nothing, but I felt my body heat up. At first I wasn't sure why, but I soon realized it was from desire. I leaned gently against the head board and watched Kevin carefully, feeling observed, almost violated, but also very self-conscious and flattered. This array of emotions was overwhelming me. Damn Kevin and his emotion mess uppyness, I grimaced at the death of vocabulary.
Kevin kept silent for what seemed like centuries before he asked, "Double D… do you like me?"
The question threw me off. I stared at him incredulously, trying to comprehend his request critically, despite the assault of alcohol clouding my judgement. I leaned on Kevin once more and stared up at his face. The planes of his face were set in a thoughtful frown, the signs of manhood evident on his features. I had never truly noticed Kevin as more than a childhood memory, not even a friend. But this night had been revealing. Kevin had grown up. I had grown up. We were ready. But for what; I wasn't sure…
"Well, I do associate you with my childhood idylls, I do like you and would love to be your friend" I said slowly, ensuring that I looked beyond my cloud of intoxication and picked my words specifically.
I watched Kevin. His eyes narrowed momentarily before he muttered, "Friends; gotcha"
We stayed silent for a while, both lost in our own thoughts.
"We should probably sleep now… thanks for an awesome day, Princess" Kevin said the last word like it was a term of endearment, with affection. I blushed, "I'm not sure which I feel is worse; Double Dork or Princess"
"Well, I hope it's Double Dork, because Princess is here to stay" Kevin said with a wink. I giggled, covering my mouth daintily and looking back amorously at Kevin; I hadn't felt so happy in a long time. I was grateful for his company.
"Today was indeed a spectacular day in your company, Kevin" I said earnestly, digging my face into his chest, taking in his smell and his warmth. I felt him squeeze me gently and say, "I agree with whatever you just said, Dictionary Dork"
"Though your vocabulary is limited, at least you have the propensity for alliteration"
"Uh huh" Kevin said, leaning his chin onto my head, and holding me tight, "This is the beginning"
"Of what exactly, Kevin?"
"I'm not sure yet, but it sure it will be interesting" he said seriously. I was going to ask him to elaborate, but fell asleep before I could will my lips to move.
Fin chapter 6! I hope you guys liked it. Let me know what you think! Thank you again for all the support! :3
PS. I was thinking that Double D would be physically impaired by alcohol, but his vast vocabulary would not. Just a thought!