The party was boring me. The red cups that were held to lips seemed to hold as much alcohol as keg. People were drunk. People were high. And the so far the only amount of fucks I got was a guy telling me to fuck myself. Not a very happy evening if I do say so myself
I took a sip from the red cup, leaning back against the beige and battered couch. If not uneventful, it was boring. It was supposed to be a keg. What type of keg was this?
I finally spotted my chance at a fuck after a guy with cotton candy colored hair sat next to me. His cheeks were rosy and the room was fucking freezing cold. Excellent, he's drunk. Oh well, maybe I can at least get a conversation out of this.
"Hey," I mumbled, glancing at the figure beside me. He looked up and gave a small smile.
"Hey...." he mumbled. He laughed a bit. "This party's.... a bit boring, don't you think?"
Hey, at least another person said it. I laughed. "The most excitement I got out of this was someone threw a glow stick at me. And the only fuck I got was this guy with weird ass hair telling me to go fuck myself."
The male laughed more. A sweet, melodic sound. "I'm Jamie."
I smiled a bit. "Taylor, nice to meet you."
I woke to a familiar and yet unfamiliar face. He... looked familiar, but at the same time he wasn't.
I went to sit up, finding that my legs were wrapped in his. Or as some dumb romance novel would say 'Legs tangled together.' The only thought I had was, 'Shit, now I have to make coffee for everyone.'
When I came back with two cups of caffeine, he was awake and sitting up. His hair is blonde twisting into pink and blue. It looks like colored smoke. I want to pull on it until he screams my name and comes.
His lips are red and swollen from a make out session, presumably. His pale skin looks soft... and it's not littered with any marks. His light blue eyes seem to search the dark turquoise walls for an answer as to how he got here. A pair of grey boxers that barely cover his upper thighs are muscular and beautiful.
He finally seems to notice me, looking up with a small smile. I sit by him and hand him the cup of caffeine. How delicate he is with the cup almost sickens me. He takes a small sip and his face twists into a grimace.
"No... sweetener..." he mumbled. I nodded.
"Yeah, sorry, I usually make it that way for my family," I explained quietly. Why was I even apologizing?
"Yeah... um... by the way... do you know what happened last night?" he asked. Quietly. Man, he was really quiet.
"Well, I didn't fuck you and you didn't fuck me."
His whole face went red and he began sputtering. "N-Not exactly what I was asking!"
I shrugged. "Not as if I know either. Last thing I remember was sitting down on a couch and that was pretty much it."
The fact doesn't appear to calm him. No duh.
He shifted a bit. "W-Well... I don't remember anything that happened last night. I only remember my friend taking me to a party... and... I don't know how I got here..."
I shrugged. "Eh, okay. I'm Taylor."
"I'm Jamie," he mumbled. He shifted a bit. "You know where my clothes are?"
"Take a guess."
He looked around before finally finding his white t-shirt and jeans on the floor and excusing himself. I sighed. I guess I didn't earn myself a quick fuck last night. That's not a first.
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