Brian's POV cont..

My hands gripped the cold, wet bottle, my eyes swivelled towards the back of my head as I felt a distressed migraine. My head tilted towards the edge of the couch as I took a long swig of the dark ale that affected me, as well as all of the wine, beer, and whiskey I'd had along with it. I took a long sigh as the walls became part of a fun house, changing figure in the blink of an eye. My breath was the underlying cause of the smell of alcohol that entered my nostrils, my mouth was sour from the amount of drink I had poured down my throat. I clear my throat as I attempted to stand, just to fall back on the couch. Each drink offered seemed like a better and better idea. Each drink offered me a solution, an answer, even a coping mechanism as I watched Zacky and Sadie flirt more and more into a drunken mess. My girlfriend didn't even show tonight, which was another explanation for my recklessness. It wasn't as if I had something to possibly take my mind from the fact I was 100% aware on the giant crush I had with her daughter.

I did nothing but glare at Zacky and Sadie slumped on the sofa in front of me, they were getting too close. Zacky kissed her ear lobe, softly, to which a desired smile grew on her blushed face. He then worked his way down her neck to her collar bone before coming right back up for the lips where he hovered, he didn't kiss her. She bit her lip in response to the tension. Eyes everywhere but into his. He then, moved closer, his eyes looked deeply into her own. Her breathing becomes softer, the racing heart slowed down. The pensive look he had, melted into a smile. Her body squirms suddenly, and she shot up.

"I can't do this," she laughed, almost sarcastically, and she raced away. My first thought was to comfort her. I stood up sharp, too quickly - my head span crazily, but I staggered in the direction she left. I gripped onto the bookcases as I made my way through the hallway, I gripped the banister as I, very late doing so, followed her up the stairs. The bathroom door slammed shut, I almost immediately knocked after her.

"Saddd-ieeee" I sang. "Little pigs, little p-pigs, let me come in. N-not by the hair of your chiny-chin-chin..! Well then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in-nnn" I sang even more. "You know- like the Shining?" She opened with a face of gloom, but as soon as she saw how much of a drunken mess I was in, she broke in laughter. "Let me in then" I barged my way into the bathroom and closed the door. I slumped down with my back to the bath, and took a sigh. "So-, why can't you do it?"

"Why can't I do what?" she rolled her eyes and began applying her dark lipstick over the faded colour she originally had on.

"Kiss Zacky"

"I-" she frowned. "I just- didn't want to" The harsh scent of drink can be smelt on my person. I know it, and so does everyone one else, so surely, Sadie would smell it too. Nevertheless, she sat and slumped next to me. Burning through a bottle of cheap wine that she had smuggled upstairs with her, we were in complete calmness in the silence of this bathroom. I felt the earth rocking beneath me and my mind drifting in and out like the tide. Though my vision wavered, there was one thing I was sure of. She was there... She was next to me, collapsed in the same position I was. In this moment, we were together, and she was so beautiful. Exhaling, I flop my head back on the bathtub close my eyes. I took a break from looking at her complexion. My heart flickers just thinking about her. I knew I liked her, and I'm sure she could sense it. But, I had to be realistic and get my life together or I’m going to be stuck in the biggest rut of my life. On the contrary, this was the drunkest I had been in a while. So my drunk personality had a different idea. "Is there someone else?" I spat.

"Am I with someone else?" she scoffed. "No"

"No," I frowned. "Is there someone else you wanted to kiss- in-instead of him" I praised for someone to burst in and turn me off. There was no stopping what came out of my mouth. I was consciously aware I was about to ruin the friendly relationship we had built before.

"No.." she denied. "Why didn't you set me up with- I don't know, Matt-" she giggled. "Zacky is-" she paused, thinking of an appropriate descriptive word for him. "He's a tool!"

"Oh my god he so is!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, almost in relief that she saw that.

"Then why'd you do it?" she laughed. "And why did you tell him he couldn't see me again after tonight?" her laugh stopped, she asked me a serious question, and I suddenly just couldn't talk. "Why did you say my mom wanted that?" Say something Syn.... anything.... anything is better than the silence I was giving her... "Did you not want us to see each other?"

"Uh," I groaned.

"What's your- deal with me?" she joked. "Do you hate me? Do you not want me to be happy?" she laughed a little, and passed the bottle of wine over to me. I rejected it instantly.

"No- the opposite" I slurred.

"Then what, tell me" she seemed to slur back. She wasn't nowhere near as drunk as me, but you could tell with every gulp of wine, she deteriorated.

"I don't hate you" I nodded. "I want you to be h-happy"

"I clearly won't be with Zacky, but- you didn't know that! I don't understand why you tried to stop-"

"Because!" I shouted, making her jump. "He doesn't deserve you! And I realised that after I set you two up"

"What do you mean-"

"I mean," I interrupted in an aggressive yell. "I didn't realise how-" I snatched the wine from her and downed the remains. "How- fun you were. Or- or, sexy- or- gorgeous- you are" I sighed. "I didn't know I'd get on with you so much and find out how amazing you were." It was now her turn to be silent, she didn't know what to say. "And- I didn't want Zacky to ruin that in you- you deserve the best- he's not the best"

"S-so you're saying- you are?" her voice was solemn and she stared at the empty bottle on the floor. This night was turning out into a disaster and we were both too drunk to stop it.

"Well,-" I shrugged. "I'm- just saying, I appreciate- how perfect you are." She stared as if I'd just produced a rhinoceros from my pocket. I could just imagine the sparks in her brain, desperately trying to connect the dots and instead just causing a short circuit. Sadie looked like a pop-eyed toy from one of those claw machines at the fun fair. Perfectly funny, actually.

Sadie moved her head closer to mine where I sit frozen, from both fear and excitement. She lent in, so her forehead rested against mine. Both of our eyes close, both of our breaths were shaking.

"Thank you," she says in barely more than a whisper.

"For what?" I replied, my voice low and husky.

"For being you." Her voice wavers, exhilarated from the tension between them.

Sadie gently leans in closer, we suddenly pull apart and take shaky, shallow breaths. Then, unable to contain ourselves anymore, I held her head in my hands and pulled her into a fiery and passionate kiss. My hands worked their way around her body, feeling each crevasse, each line along her perfect physique. Then, my stomach suddenly tightened and ached all the more. I kept swallowing, and my throat kept clenching, but no matter what I couldn't stop the warm feeling rising through my chest. At first I thought it was excitement. I shivered violently and she pulled away from me. At that moment, I knew it wasn't excitement. It was the booze.

I almost pushed her to the side and leapt for the toilet, I clung on to the seat as if it were a life raft. With a heaving lurch of my stomach, a small mouthful of vomit dribbled from my quivering lips. And all of a sudden it shot out of me. What a way to ruin such a moment. I was radiating heat, I was on fire. It'd be one of those times I'd refuse to drink again for a few weeks, but it would never last. I was certain there was no more sick left in me, so I managed to sit myself against the bath again. And she was gone.

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