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Chapter Five- Beer
By haleyhollows

 


~Chapter 5/Beer

I talked to Brian all throughout dinner, and laughing about stuff. We talked about what I did, cutting hair and all, and he admired a talent like that. Made me blush. We had a couple of drinks and left. There was an awkward silence as we pulled up to my apartment. I could tell he didn't want me to go. I didn't want to go either.

“Well…here we are…”

“I had a great time,” I smiled, looking at him.

“Yeah, we'll have to do it again sometime…” And that's when I felt him kiss me. “Was that a bad thing to do?”
“Not at all.” I smiled.

“Well, night.” He kissed me again. I got out of the car and went into the apartment. “He kissed me.” I breathed, feeling my face get warm.

“Good for you,” I heard. I went into my sister's room.

“Whoa…” Her Hooters outfit was…wow. Revealing.

“That's uh…nice.”

“Yeah, yeah. We're going to a party tomorrow night okay? Zack is taking us to Vegas.”

“Yeah!” I laughed, grinning. The next night we went. I felt a bit odd, Gena once again letting me borrow one of her dresses. I felt sort of like a tramp in this one. I was 27 of corse. It was fine. Brian didn't seem to mind the uh…baring-ness of it. “You look really hot,” He whispered in my ear as we went in. “Thanks.” I smiled back.

We got at least four shots each. Then eight. Then twelve…then we were in on our twentieth round.

“GO!” He yelled, laughing his ass off. I was too.

Then everything went black.

 

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