Deathbat

Zacky's POVOctober 21, 2007 3:30 am
"I want a cat." Candy randomly slurred as we layed on Matt's yard. Everyone else passed out about an hour ago and left us outside.
I turned my head to face her. "I've always wanted a dog." I said sipping my beer.
I stared at her for moment after I spoke. Her bright, long red hair seemed to swallow her head as she looked up to the sky. Her brown eyes twinkling as she looked up at the stars. Candy than slowly sat up and put her head between her legs.
"Zack?" she asked.
"Yeah?" I asked sitting up as well putting my hand on her back.
"I think I'm drunk." she said slowly.
I chuckled. "Maybe you should of been a little easy on those shots." I joked helping her up. She stumbled a bit as I led her through the door. I moved my arms away from her for a second to turn the light on and she had fallen.
"Ooww" she mumbled and than started giggling. I chuckled as I helped her up, deciding it'd be best just to carry her. I picked her up bridal style and made my way to the living room.
"You're a good friend, Zack." She mumbled against my shoulder.
"Ya think so?" I asked with a slight smile.
"Yup and I would like you to hit Chris in the face with a shovel." she said as I layed her down on the couch. I grabbed a blanket from a near by chair and set it over her.
"I would love to do that." I said crouching down so I was eyelevel with her head.
"Goodnight Candy." I said moving a piece of hair from her head, kissing it softly.
"Night" She whispered before fluttering her eyes closed. I stood up about to make my way to the other couch when Candy grabbed my hand.
"Wait. Stay." She mumbled. Her grip still on my hand. Her eyes opened slowly as I stared at her.
"Ya sure?" I asked removing my shoes and setting them aside. She nodded and moved over a bit. I moved the cushions out of the way so we both could lay comfortable on the black leather couch. I hesitantly layed down behind moving both my hands under my head as she had her back to me, but she turned around and layed her head on my chest. I slowly moved my arms down around her and she didn's seem to mind. I let out a breath I had been holding as I heard her light snores. I watched as her mouth was slightly ajar and her hair cascaded over her face. She was beautiful.
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5:00 am
I was awoken by Candy suddenly getting up and running towards the bathroom. I heard her turn the light on and what seemd to be her vomiting into the toilet. I stood up to go towards the kitchen. I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and got some water. I walked into the bathroom to see Candy resting her head on the toilet, her body shaking. She was crying.
"Hey." I whisperd softly sitting next to her. I rubbed her back as she looked up and I handed her the glass of water. Her hair was mess and her makeup was smudged. She sat Indian style in front of the toilet as she gulped the water down.
"You okay?" I asked as she sat the empty glass down.
"Yeah." She whispered. Wiping her eyes as she was clearly sober and hungover.
"You still upset over Chris?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Chris has always been a jerk. He'd push me around, tell me what to wear. I'm glad im done with him actually." She said looking up at me.
I smiled. "Me too. I think it's time for you to be genuially happy again." I said rubbing her cheek. She nodded.
"I should get rid of this hangover first." She mumbled rubbing her head.
"Come on." I said grabbing her hand and helping her up. We made our way back to the couch and layed back down. Within minutes Candy was passed back out. Her head back on my chest and my arms wrapped around her. Oddly enough, her laying her with my arms around her felt normal. It wasn't awkward or weird. It felt right.

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