I think it's after my fifth beer and a few swigs of various liquors over five, maybe six hours, that I'm officially drunk. I relish the new sensation, my body feeling lighter, and me feeling like I can do anything. I'm not the only one though.

I think almost everyone is drunk, judging by how loud they all are, which is pretty funny. Especially Alex, he's funny when he's drunk. He tells lame jokes and laughs obnoxiously after each one, and he pretends to be a man named Dwayne Mcgurten, pulling his hair back exposing his forehead and talking with a Southern accent. Besides Vinny or Jack, he's probably the loudest.

A few of the guys have set up a makeshift game of beer pong and it's in full swing, loud peels of laughter emitting from the intoxicated men. Flyzik and Danny are sitting very close to each other, slightly away from everyone else. They're touching each others flushed cheeks affectionately and laughing quietly. I join the guys for a round of beer pong, not knowing what to expect, tugging Alex along with me.

"Ever played pong before?" Jack asks me, smiling and raising his eyebrows suggestively.

I shake my head and laugh. "Nope! This is the first time I've ever had alcohol!" I lean against the tall dark haired boy and he puts his arm around me, I don't see Alex's slight frown.

"We've got a party virgin in our presence 'fellas!" Vinny shouts, refilling the cups they'd set up. "You get the first throw babe."

"I'll take you on." Jack says with a devilish grin, handing me the ping pong ball and going to stand at the other end of the table where Alex is standing. Jack gives him a wink and gestures to me, causing Alex to scrunch his face a little.

Jack and I play two rounds, after which I am completely hammered and swaying a little when I walk. It's safe to say he beat me in both rounds. I lean heavily on his shoulder and we're all laughing loudly at how bad I played.

"I've NEVER seen someone lose so bad in beer pong, sorry chick." Vinny says between laughs, patting my shoulder roughly.

I throw my hands up. "I can't believe it! I used to play softball in high school!" I exclaim exasperatedly.

Jack snorts a little at my statement, his drunken gaze drinking me in. "Well I guess you've lost your touch for that." He says, throwing his arm around me again. He leans down so his mouth is close to my ear. "But I bet there's other things you haven't lost touch on."

I feel my eyes widen slightly. "Ohh Jack are you hitting on me?" I whisper loudly, making Alex perk up and he's by my side in an instant.

"Jack, mind if I borrow her for a while?" Alex asks, a slight frown on his face.

Jack looks down at him questioningly but shrugs. "Surrre." he says, dragging out the word.

We stumble away from the others, Alex tugging on my hand and me grabbing a bottle of Jack out of the shopping cart. Finally he stops walking, but I don't, so I run right into him and ungracefully fall to the floor. I manage to not hit my head and I sit there laughing uncontrollably. Alex looks down at me worriedly and then he breaks into a smile and laughs with me, joining me on the floor.

"You sure were quick to get me out of there, aye?" I say to him, winking and elbowing his arm.

He just shrugs and looks away. "I- uhh.. I just wanted to talk to you for a little while." He slurs, his words getting gradually quieter.

"Uh huhh." I try to give him a convincing smirk, but he just ends up laughing at whatever face I make.

Soon we're just talking about anything and everything, at least we're trying to. But I guess it's sort of difficult to keep a proper conversation going when you're completely wasted. Our conversation is loud and animated, with lots of hand gestures.

"Oh my god! I could've DIED today! Can you believe that?! That thing just came creeping around and BAM!" I throw my arms out in a grand gesture of an explosion, my eyes start tearing up from laughing so hard.

"I can't believe that- that Zack didn't shoot YOU! It was like, this close!" Alex says, holding his thumb and pointer finger close to each other, we laugh even harder.

He looks at me semi-seriously now. "I'm glad you didn't die Lucy." His serious face falters and he smiles and laughs, pulling my head into his chest. Then he stands up suddenly. "Come on! Let's dance!"

"Dance? Right now?" He nods vigorously. "Well alright!"

He tugs me off the ground, both of us almost losing our balance. I take a long pull from the bottle of Jack before wrapping my arms around Alex's neck. Our drunken minds make their own music as we clumsily spin around, dancing to nonexistent tunes, his hands planted firmly on my hips. We laugh loudly at each other and he pulls me closer to him, bringing his mouth close to my ear.

"Lucy you're so pretty when you dance." He whispers sloppily, his hot, alcohol tainted breath tickling my ear, stubble scratching my cheek."You're like, the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

"Ohh stop it you, you're wasted!" I say, giggling and pushing lightly at his chest.

This makes him laugh. "I'm wasted? Hah! You're wasted! You lost two rounds of beer pong!" He tries to twirl me around, which obviously isn't a good idea since I lose my balance and fall, pulling him down with me. He falls on top of me, and we start laughing uncontrollably, our flushed cheeks reddening even more.

"Alex.." I whine playfully. "You're squishing my boobs." I swat at his head, which is laying on my chest.

"Mm no wonder it's so comfy." He nuzzles his head against me like a cat and I swat his head again and squirm, making him laugh. "Okay okay." He chuckles and sits up, straddling my waist, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "God I could just kiss you right now." He slurs.

I raise an eyebrow tauntingly at him. "Ohh? Well why don't you do it then?" I say slowly, raising an eyebrow and biting my lip.

He smiles crookedly, his already dilated pupils seem to get larger. He licks his lips and he grabs my wrists, pulling them above my head.

I smirk at him. "Trying to render me helpless Mr. Gaskarth?"

He returns the smirk and leans down, still holding my wrists down. He removes one of his hand and reaches for the bottle of Jack next to us and takes a drink before pressing the bottle to my lips. I drink graciously, and almost whine when he takes the bottle away, but I don't have time because it's instantly replaced with his mouth, hot and urgent on mine. The alcohol mingles with our kiss, making it that much sweeter. Our teeth click together and our tongues mesh, my arms snake around Alex's neck, pulling him into me, pressing our bodies closer together. I hear him moan shamelessly as my hips grind against his.

He breaks the kiss and focuses his attention on my neck, right where it meets with my shoulder. I tangle my fingers through his golden brown hair and pull on it lightly. His mouth gradually goes south and soon his drunken fingers are fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. It's then that my stomach starts to feel weird. Even in this state I recognize the churning feeling. I immediately start to pull away.

"Oh god, ugh where's the bathroom?" I stumble upwards and scan around. Thankfully the bathrooms are a mere twenty feet away.

"Lucy, where you going?" Alex calls after me, not sounding as drunk as he did before.

I push the bathroom door open and head for the nearest stall. I fall to my knees and literally puke my guts up. At least that's what it feels like. The remnants of the alcohol burning twice as much on the way up. I've never thrown up this bad in my life and I feel my mind starting to get slightly clearer and yet more foggy at the same time. Therefore I start to regret drinking so much damn booze on my first time.

"Lucy? You alright in here?" Alex asks, sounding worried yet almost amused.

"Go away! Or I'll puke on you!" I manage to get out before I start again.

The I hear the stall door open and I feel a hand pulling my hair out of my face and another on my back, rubbing it comfortingly.

When I finally stop, there is absolutely nothing left in my stomach. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my mouth off, flushing the mess away. Alex helps me up and tows me too the sinks, his hand steadying me even though he's not all that steady himself.

"Just stay still, okay?" He says, his pupils less dilated than before. I nod weakly and hold onto the sink for support as he gets a paper towel and wets it, wiping around my mouth and chin, his soft brown eyes meeting mine.

"Ugh I need a toothbrush.." I mumble miserably, closing my eyes.

"Want me to find you one?" Alex asks, squeezing my shoulder gently. I nod and the hand on my shoulder vanishes.

"Don't forget toothpaste!" I call after him.

I manage to pull myself onto the counter between two sinks, resting my now pounding head against the wall. I feel like absolute shit. I shouldn't have drank so much, that was stupid. What a great way to convince myself never to drink again. Alright, maybe that's exaggerating a little.

I don't even know how long Alex is gone, but it feels like an hour, longer even. I keep my eyes closed and let my mind wander, trying to distract from my headache. My thoughts come to what happened between me and Alex. Did that actually happen? Or did my drunken mind imagine it. It doesn't feel like it happened. The more I think about it, the more it feels like it didn't happen and that my head made it up.

I think I doze off, I'm not positive. But I must've because there's a hand on my shoulder again, shaking me gently.

"Lucy wake up, I found you a toothbrush." Alex's voice echoes through the bathroom and my head. I open my eyes and see him standing there, with bloodshot eyes and said toothbrush. "Sorry it took me so long."

"It's alright, thank you." I mumble. He nods and helps me down from the counter. I feel the slightest bit steadier.

After scrubbing my mouth for a good five minutes, my throat still burns a little. Alex takes my hand and leads me out of the bathroom and in the direction of the beds.

"Can we find some Advil or something? My head feels like it's going to split." I groan.

Alex smiles sadly and digs in his jacket pocket, conveniently pulling out a bottle of painkillers. "Grabbed these with the toothbrush." He says, answering my questioning look. "It'll feel even worse tomorrow I'm afraid." He warns, handing me four pills and leading me to a water fountain.

"It gets worse than this? Great." I say, swallowing the pills and taking a long drink of water, which is working thanks to Jeff and Evan.

"Yea..I'm sorry." He says. "I shouldn't have let you drink so much on your first time. I know better than that."

"You mean I know better than that. It's my fault for not stopping." I shake my head slowly. "I just want to sleep."

When we get to the beds, I see that the only other people here are Flyzik and Danny, who are passed out next to each other, and Zack, who's turned away from us so I don't know if he's asleep. I dig around in my bag for some pajama pants, pulling some out and getting under my covers.

"What are you doing?" Alex asks curiously.

"Just a quick change." I say, shimmying out of my white jeans and sliding the pajamas on, all without lifting the blanket. I fold my pants and put them next to my bag.

"Bravo!" Alex says with a smirk, sitting down on his bed next to me. That's when I think of it again, the ghost of his lips on mine.

I look at my hands, trying to get the words out. "Um..Alex?" He perks up and looks down at me, prompting me to continue. "Did we uhh- did we do anything, um, earlier?" I mumble.

He tilts his head slightly. "Wait, huh?"

"Oh, uh, nothing. It's nothing, never mind." I say, turning away from him and laying my head down on my pillow, trying not to feel too disappointed. If it did happen, he was (maybe still is) too drunk to remember that it did. But who's to say, I'm not even sure if we kissed. Alcohol screws your mind up.

"Lucy, what are you talking about?" Alex asks a couple minutes later, gently placing his hand on my arm.

I pretend to be asleep. I don't want to embarrass myself any further. I listen to him settle in his bed and wait until I hear his soft snores before I turn back to him and thread one of our hands together. I fall asleep with a slight frown and a throbbing head, dreading the morning.

Alex's P.O.V.

I feel soft lips brushing against mine, and hands on my shoulders, pushing me down. My eyes are open but it's like I'm in a dark room, I can't see who's with me, I only feel their sweet kiss flowing through me.

Suddenly some light filters in from wherever we are and the face of the stranger kissing me is revealed.

"Lucy?" I breathe, breaking the kiss. She smiles down at me, her long black hair surrounding my face like a curtain. Her stormy eyes are focused on me intently. She touches my cheek with her soft hand, and then runs her fingers through my hair. I feel my hand reaching up to her cheek, cupping it and bringing her lips back to mine.

Lucy fists her hands in my hair as I gently bite down on her lip. This beckons her to open her mouth slightly, running her tongue along my lip. I reach a hand behind her head and bring her even closer until she straddles me. I feel her smile against my mouth before she slides her tongue past my lips, our teeth clicking together in the process. She tastes of something cool like mint, but it's tantalizing and has me wanting even more of her.

I reach for the bottom of her shirt and realize the problem forming in my pants, so does Lucy. She leans back and smirks at me.

"Aw Alex, did I get you excited?" She says slowly, grinding down against me. I nod weakly and a small moan escapes me, her smirk grows.

"Ungh..Lucy don't tease me like that, please.." I plead, biting my lip.

She rubs against me again and I moan louder this time. I grab her hips roughly and pull her back down to me. My lips meet her neck hungrily, biting and sucking carelessly.

"Mmn, trying to mark me Alex?" She asks in a breathy whisper.

"You got a problem with that?" I counter, digging my teeth a little harder into her skin.

"Nope, but I know you have a problem with this." She palms me roughly through my jeans, causing me to breathe in sharply.

"Fuck.." I mutter breathlessly as she leans down to kiss me again. My grip on her hips get tighter, and she moves down to my neck.

Suddenly I'm yelling in agony as she bites down incredibly hard on my neck and pulls back viciously. I literally feel the flesh being torn from my body, and it's excruciating.

"Lucy what the-" My words get lodged in my throat when I look at her face. Her skin pasty and colorless, her grey eyes turned filmy white, and her mouth a bloody mess, the same red substance filling my mouth just dripping off her chin.

"Lucy, no.." I gurgle, she just groans and growls in response. I feel my own blood pooling around me, and I feel myself growing weaker.

She lunges back down to finish me off, but then I'm bolted upright in my bed of blankets, covered in sweat and breathing hard. My hand flies up to my neck only to find it smooth and untouched.

I try to catch my breath and look down at the sleeping girl beside me, her peaceful face snuggled close to my side, our hands locked just like last night. I finally calm my breathing and reach out to touch her cheek, which is warm and alive under my fingers. I let out a relieved sigh and wipe the sweat from my forehead then I lay back on my pillow. I watch the rise and fall of Lucy's chest and grip her hand just a little tighter, grateful it was just a bad dream.

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