Chapter 9: "Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die" -Edgar Allan Poe
“I’m only 14, I can't drink,” I said. Dagon nodded his head in agreement.
“You’re dead, the worst thing that could happen is that you possibly get drunk”
“Oh huh, interesting,” I thought for a moment. “What do you think I would like?”
“Hmm, I feel like you would like these.” Shehanded us each a can of beer. I opened it and took a sip as Dagon did the same. I put the drink down, because as good as it was, I was not in the mood to be drunk. I would probably say something really stupid to Dagon and embarrass myself. However, he kept it in his hand and kept on drinking it. I was concerned he might get drunk because after he finished the one, he started another, and another, and another, until I felt that maybe I should point it out.
“Hey Dagon, if you don’t slow down you might get drunk”
“I won’t get drunk,” Hesaid as he was starting to slur his words. He was definitely drunk. He laid his head on my shoulder and slid his hand on top of mine. Dagon looked up at me “Kiiiiiit, you have pretty eyes,” Hesaid as my face turned red.
“Dagon, you’re drunk”
“No, I’m not drunk, you’re drunk,.” He poked his finger in my cheek. His fingers on his other hand started to wrap around mine. Oh, how cute. The way he was looking at me made me want to kiss him so badly, but no, I was NOT going to take advantage of the fact that he was drunk. Dagon moved the hand that was previously poked into my cheek and rested it on the side of my face.
“Dagon, You. Are. Drunk.”
“No I’m nooot.” He slowly crept closer to me. SHIT SHIT SHIT, HE WAS ABOUT TO KISS ME!! It’s not like I didn't want that, but he was drunk. He doesn't know what he’s doing. Why would he even want to kiss me? I must have done or said something stupid. I really wanted to kiss him, but what if he only wants to kiss me because he knows that I want to kiss him. I tried to get up but Dagon stopped me and squeezed my hand, “Noooo, don’t leave me Kiiiit.”
“Dagon, I will be right back,” I got up and walked to the other room.
“Dahlia, we’re leaving now.”
“Why?”
“Dagon is drunk.”
“Oh yeah, you should probably go.”
When I walked back, Dagon was drinking another can. I grabbed a card from my deck.
“Come on Dagon, we’re going home.”
“But Kiiiiit, I am home. I feel at home with yooooou,” Dagon said. That was literally the cutest thing that anyone has ever said, but NO, I will not take advantage of the fact that he is drunk.
“No, Dagon, we are leaving NOW!”
“Kiiiit why are you maaad”
“I’m not mad but-“ I put his arm around my shoulders and mine under his arm so I could help him walk. “we have to go” I lifted him up off the couch.
“Fine,” he said. I grabbed the devil card from my tarot deck and tapped the picture on it. That was the first time I used that card and only Satan would feel the need to make darkness come up and engulf us in order to return to hell.
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