Through Pain of Heart Or Loss of Mind
Chapter 2: Hope
MIRCEE'S POV
I looked up from the reclining chair to see Marcus walking through the front door with two brown paper bags. The bags outlined the shape of big round and squared bottles. It looks like we're gonna have some nice dessert tonight. I got up from the chair and walked toward Marcus as Jason came in with two jugs of water.
"Not wanting a hangover in the morning I see?" I smirked toward Jason.
He grinned and I followed him into the nearby kitchen where he set them on the marble counter top.
"I have to work in the morning but I'm not celebrating without you guys. I'd rather work hungover than being the only one sober tonight." I snickered and looked over at Marcus. He was already looking for our shot glasses, and he ended up finding all of them dirty since we were all too lazy to do the dishes so often. The paper bags on the counter nest to the water caught my eye.
"So Marcus, what treat do you have for us tonight?" I said as i licked my bottom lip. What can I say? I enjoyed drinking.
"Just the traditional Jack Daniels and Captain Morgan." He shrugged. We usually got Jack but we haven't had Captain in a long ass time. It was one of my favorites.
"Did I ever tell you how much I loved you for being the oldest and being of age to buy liquor?" I grinned.
"Yeah, almost every single time we all drink together." He smirked and brought his attention back to cleaning the glasses.
I leaned back on the counter and looked toward the living room to watch TV. Jason had sat down in my earlier spot and had decided to change what I had on. I frowned and made my way into the living room, then taking a spot on the right side of the couch closest to him. He knew me well enough to just ignore me while I did this. I always won in the end anyway though. He glanced at me and quickly looked away. His mistake. I began staring at him and I could feel him writhe under my gaze. He looked me straight in the eyes and scowled.
"Can you please stop doing that? You know you always make me feel uncomfortable when you do that shit."
"Why does it make you feel that way?" I said as I my eyes grew wider.
"Ugh. You know why..." He mumbled and stood up, walking across the room to the bathroom. He was right, I did know. I really needed to stop teasing him, but I couldn't help it, his reactions always made my stomach flutter. It was sad though knowing that I couldn't return his feelings. Not genuinely anyway. At least, I think so...
At that moment, Amelia came in from our bedroom, saving me from my thoughts. She wore a silky maroon dress that fell down right below her knees. I also noticed that she was wearing the jewelry we had gotten her. Her green and blonde curls came right below her collarbone. She hadn't put on much makeup, just some light blush and liquid eyeliner. She looked absolutely beautiful... but why was she all dressed up?
"How do I look?" she looked down at me first then looked over to Marcus who was still in the kitchen. I turned over to see his reaction and he was staring at Amelia, looking her up and down. With her nice curves, I was surprised he wasn't drooling.
"She looks pretty damn fine, doesn't she Marcus?"
He snapped out of his daze and looked down at his feet. He mumbled out, "uh.. yeah," and turned around to try to find something to do which was putting something in the oven. For being the oldest, he was a pretty shy guy.
Amelia sat next to me on the couch and gave a little sigh. I looked at her and watched as she pat her dress down.
"I think I'm gonna dye my hair red soon. At least before we leave for Warped in a month. The green's fading and it's starting to look like shit," she said as she held a piece of her hair and scrunched up her nose. As I agreed and chuckled, Marcus came into the living room putting four full shot glasses onto the coffee table. Just then, Jason walked in, grabbing his glass up first.
"Cheers to us!" he shouted. We all clacked our glasses together and chanted altogether.
"Cheers to us!"
JASON'S POV
I was on my fourth shot and I figured I shouldn't drink anymore. Mircee and Amelia were already on their ninth and to them it seemed like everything was fucking hilarious. I would laugh every now and then but they were on a nonstop giggle fit. It was always like this every time we drank but after a while I started noticing Mircee glimpsing at me. When I would notice, she would turn her head the other way and I could see her face turn even more red than it already was from the alcohol. Well maybe it was just the Jack getting to me, I was buzzed after all.
I stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of water. While grabbing the water out of the fridge, I heard someone giggling behind me. I turned to see Mircee holding onto the counter for balance, smiling at me.
"Do you need something?" I asked.
"Hm? Oh yeah. Um. Could you get me a cup?" She slurred. That grin still splayed across her face.
"Here, you can have the cup I've been drinking out of. I'm probably gonna go to bed soon." I said as I filled the cup with water. Suddenly, Mircee ran into me and wrapped her arms around me, making me spill most of the water from the cup on her back.
"Nooo! Don't sleep yet.. Oh that's pretty cold." She giggled. She stepped back from me and pulled her shirt off, throwing it on the floor. I gasped.
"Mircee, what are you doing?!"
"My shirt was cold silly! I wasn't gonna leave it on. Duhhh," she giggled again and hugged me, nestling her head into my chest, "Mmm, you're so warm... Can we sleep together tonight?"
My heart started basically beating out of my chest. She didn't mean in that way, did she? No, of course not. It was Mircee. My best friend since freshman year. The only thing she'll ever see me as... I groaned.
"Do you really want to?" I asked her.
"Yesss! You're really comfortable for cuddling." She said as she grinned up at me, hugging me tighter. I just couldn't say no.
"Alright." I sighed.
"Yayy!" She giggled and started walking towards my room, clutching my hand. I looked into the living room to see Amelia flirting with Marcus who was.. flirting back? The things alcohol enables you to do. I laughed and looked back to Mircee who was opening my bedroom door. When she finally opened it, she rushed me into the room and pushed me onto the bed. I was getting nervous, was she really going to do.. what I thought she was going to do? She closed the door, making the room pitch black. While my eyes adjusted, I could barely see her stumbling over to the bed, taking her shorts off...
"Mircee?! What are you doing?! You can't-"
"Oh relax Mister Jason. I know what you're thinkin'. You know that I only sleep in underwear. Remember!" She slurred while she stumbled onto the bed and into my arms. I didn't think she would actually sleep in just her underwear, especially with me. She lifted up her head and swayed for a moment before leaning towards me; "Now be a good pillow... and sleep." She said giggling and she leaned closer and pressed her soft, warm lips against mine. After a few moments, she leaned back and rested her head on my chest,"Nighty night... sweet dreams." She mumbled as she slowly dozed off. I will definitely have sweet dreams tonight. I closed my eyes, smiling.
I looked up from the reclining chair to see Marcus walking through the front door with two brown paper bags. The bags outlined the shape of big round and squared bottles. It looks like we're gonna have some nice dessert tonight. I got up from the chair and walked toward Marcus as Jason came in with two jugs of water.
"Not wanting a hangover in the morning I see?" I smirked toward Jason.
He grinned and I followed him into the nearby kitchen where he set them on the marble counter top.
"I have to work in the morning but I'm not celebrating without you guys. I'd rather work hungover than being the only one sober tonight." I snickered and looked over at Marcus. He was already looking for our shot glasses, and he ended up finding all of them dirty since we were all too lazy to do the dishes so often. The paper bags on the counter nest to the water caught my eye.
"So Marcus, what treat do you have for us tonight?" I said as i licked my bottom lip. What can I say? I enjoyed drinking.
"Just the traditional Jack Daniels and Captain Morgan." He shrugged. We usually got Jack but we haven't had Captain in a long ass time. It was one of my favorites.
"Did I ever tell you how much I loved you for being the oldest and being of age to buy liquor?" I grinned.
"Yeah, almost every single time we all drink together." He smirked and brought his attention back to cleaning the glasses.
I leaned back on the counter and looked toward the living room to watch TV. Jason had sat down in my earlier spot and had decided to change what I had on. I frowned and made my way into the living room, then taking a spot on the right side of the couch closest to him. He knew me well enough to just ignore me while I did this. I always won in the end anyway though. He glanced at me and quickly looked away. His mistake. I began staring at him and I could feel him writhe under my gaze. He looked me straight in the eyes and scowled.
"Can you please stop doing that? You know you always make me feel uncomfortable when you do that shit."
"Why does it make you feel that way?" I said as I my eyes grew wider.
"Ugh. You know why..." He mumbled and stood up, walking across the room to the bathroom. He was right, I did know. I really needed to stop teasing him, but I couldn't help it, his reactions always made my stomach flutter. It was sad though knowing that I couldn't return his feelings. Not genuinely anyway. At least, I think so...
At that moment, Amelia came in from our bedroom, saving me from my thoughts. She wore a silky maroon dress that fell down right below her knees. I also noticed that she was wearing the jewelry we had gotten her. Her green and blonde curls came right below her collarbone. She hadn't put on much makeup, just some light blush and liquid eyeliner. She looked absolutely beautiful... but why was she all dressed up?
"How do I look?" she looked down at me first then looked over to Marcus who was still in the kitchen. I turned over to see his reaction and he was staring at Amelia, looking her up and down. With her nice curves, I was surprised he wasn't drooling.
"She looks pretty damn fine, doesn't she Marcus?"
He snapped out of his daze and looked down at his feet. He mumbled out, "uh.. yeah," and turned around to try to find something to do which was putting something in the oven. For being the oldest, he was a pretty shy guy.
Amelia sat next to me on the couch and gave a little sigh. I looked at her and watched as she pat her dress down.
"I think I'm gonna dye my hair red soon. At least before we leave for Warped in a month. The green's fading and it's starting to look like shit," she said as she held a piece of her hair and scrunched up her nose. As I agreed and chuckled, Marcus came into the living room putting four full shot glasses onto the coffee table. Just then, Jason walked in, grabbing his glass up first.
"Cheers to us!" he shouted. We all clacked our glasses together and chanted altogether.
"Cheers to us!"
JASON'S POV
I was on my fourth shot and I figured I shouldn't drink anymore. Mircee and Amelia were already on their ninth and to them it seemed like everything was fucking hilarious. I would laugh every now and then but they were on a nonstop giggle fit. It was always like this every time we drank but after a while I started noticing Mircee glimpsing at me. When I would notice, she would turn her head the other way and I could see her face turn even more red than it already was from the alcohol. Well maybe it was just the Jack getting to me, I was buzzed after all.
I stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of water. While grabbing the water out of the fridge, I heard someone giggling behind me. I turned to see Mircee holding onto the counter for balance, smiling at me.
"Do you need something?" I asked.
"Hm? Oh yeah. Um. Could you get me a cup?" She slurred. That grin still splayed across her face.
"Here, you can have the cup I've been drinking out of. I'm probably gonna go to bed soon." I said as I filled the cup with water. Suddenly, Mircee ran into me and wrapped her arms around me, making me spill most of the water from the cup on her back.
"Nooo! Don't sleep yet.. Oh that's pretty cold." She giggled. She stepped back from me and pulled her shirt off, throwing it on the floor. I gasped.
"Mircee, what are you doing?!"
"My shirt was cold silly! I wasn't gonna leave it on. Duhhh," she giggled again and hugged me, nestling her head into my chest, "Mmm, you're so warm... Can we sleep together tonight?"
My heart started basically beating out of my chest. She didn't mean in that way, did she? No, of course not. It was Mircee. My best friend since freshman year. The only thing she'll ever see me as... I groaned.
"Do you really want to?" I asked her.
"Yesss! You're really comfortable for cuddling." She said as she grinned up at me, hugging me tighter. I just couldn't say no.
"Alright." I sighed.
"Yayy!" She giggled and started walking towards my room, clutching my hand. I looked into the living room to see Amelia flirting with Marcus who was.. flirting back? The things alcohol enables you to do. I laughed and looked back to Mircee who was opening my bedroom door. When she finally opened it, she rushed me into the room and pushed me onto the bed. I was getting nervous, was she really going to do.. what I thought she was going to do? She closed the door, making the room pitch black. While my eyes adjusted, I could barely see her stumbling over to the bed, taking her shorts off...
"Mircee?! What are you doing?! You can't-"
"Oh relax Mister Jason. I know what you're thinkin'. You know that I only sleep in underwear. Remember!" She slurred while she stumbled onto the bed and into my arms. I didn't think she would actually sleep in just her underwear, especially with me. She lifted up her head and swayed for a moment before leaning towards me; "Now be a good pillow... and sleep." She said giggling and she leaned closer and pressed her soft, warm lips against mine. After a few moments, she leaned back and rested her head on my chest,"Nighty night... sweet dreams." She mumbled as she slowly dozed off. I will definitely have sweet dreams tonight. I closed my eyes, smiling.
8/15/13