If Blake actually cared, or gave a fuck about Sean. He would of said something, or maybe even told him to fuck off again, but he left the kitchen without any explanation. Sean didn’t deserve one, and he didn’t even care for the guy. Or maybe it was, he didn’t care for any guy that wanted to be with Marie, or had been. They didn’t deserve her. She was to good for them. Sometimes Blake, thought she was to good for him. Even as a friend.
He wondered around the house for a few minutes, before finding his way to Marie’s room. He had to make sure she was okay. He wasn’t sure had even happened in the kitchen, besides the fact that Sean was being nosy as hell.
He waited till she let him in and once he was inside, he stood by the door. He stared at her, watching as she got closer to him. He raised his eyebrows in response, not even sure how to correctly answer her question. But Blake just took it as something entirely different. He had come to her room for a reason, and even if he was completely wasted.. he knew why he was here. He swallowed hard, before moving closer to her. His hand found her tiara, and this time he took it off tossing it to towards her bed. Just so he could get the annoying thing out of his way, “Stupid.. yeah..” he says now, finally speaking. But he couldn’t even think straight and figure out what was stupid, since he was to buzzed.
His lips found hers then, his hands moving to her body. His thinking was to clouded, and even if it was stupid. He couldn’t agree with his mind. Because his body, and his loneliness was stronger, especially with how drunk he was. He pushed her back towards her bed, his hands on her, as he pulled her closer, kissing her hard now, wanting to feel something, anything.
Marie didn’t know what to think as she was pulled closer to Blake, his hands wrapping around her waist. “Blake,” she started, unsure. But she kissed him back, her fingers making their way through his brown locks, and let out a small moan to how good it felt to be touched like this again. She could taste the alcohol on his breath which reminded her just how out of sorts he was, and that was fine with her. Why couldn’t they pretend and fuck up for one night? Jael and Cameron weren’t here and they had made that decision. Marie wasn’t attached to anybody and neither was Blake. This was harmless. One drunken hookup between two friends.
God, even when she was drunk, she overanalyzed everything.
Marie switched so that she was on top of him, her legs straddling his waist, and she switched her lips to his neck, pressing down on unfamiliar skin and trying to pretend she hadn’t heard about her best friend doing this exact same thing just a few months earlier.
“Shh…” he says now, breaking the kiss only for a moment. Her talking was not going to ruin it. And he knew she was only talking, because she was either regretting allowing him in here, or she was just drunk and she needed to voice her thoughts out loud. Which either one, were ruining the moment. His lips found hers again, before he pushed her towards the bed, pulling her down with him. His hands found her shirt, tugging at it anxiously, just wanting.. more.
He couldn’t think straight. And he was thankful for that. Because if he wasn’t so drunk. He would be saying something to. Saying it wasn’t a good idea. But why? They were just two lonely friends, that needed something. Needed to feel something other than loneliness, and he had been feeling a lot of that lately. With Jael being out of the picture. With them not talking. But really, he did not want to think about her right now, not when he was kissing Marie, his best friend.
He allowed her to gain control, as a moan escaped his lips as she kissed his neck. A weak spot. But he wasn’t going to be vocal about that. He grinned his lower body into hers wanting nothing but her bare skin against his. Her fumbled to get her shirt off, tossing it towards the ground. He was getting a little to impatient, another thing they could blame the alcohol for.
“He does’t hate you.. and Jael doesn’t hate me..” he says now, his voice still slurred. His mind was to confused to even actually understand what she was saying. But there was no way, that Cam hated Marie, and Jael hated him. Or maybe he hated her. No.. he didn’t. He didn’t hate her. He just really disliked her right now. A whole lot. He could write a list, drunk or not, of why he disliked her. He met her gaze, “he doesn’t hate you.. and where the fuck is she?” he shook his head, “Forget it, I don’t care.. where she is.. she’s not here, and she just sucks..” he says now. He was talking fast, a little immature too. Only because he was wasted. To much beer. But it was the second reason he had come. First for Marie’s birthday. Because he couldn’t blow her off, and have her mad at him later. She was the only friend that gave a shit.
Blake wasn’t sure what he was doing. But he knew he could blame it on the alcohol. It always made him do things. Stupid things. Stupid shit. And right now, being this close to Marie, he knew it was the alcohol he had just consumed in the matter of an hour. And he would, continue to blame it.
He wasn’t sure what he was doing with his hands, seeing as they were on the nap of her neck, his fingers barely brushing her skin. “I know..” he says quietly. He had stopped thinking about Jael for two minutes after he had asked about her and Marie had brought her up. “I know who you are.. I’m not that fucking drunk..” he says now, his voice slurred. “I can’t.. touch you?” he asks now, raising an eyebrow at her. It wasn’t a big deal, their closeness, him touching her neck like that. The fact that he had just gently kissed her forehead… it wasn’t a huge deal, at all. Right?
“Not like this,” she shook her head. She was not drunk enough to cross this line. Sean walked into the kitchen and cleared his throat at their closeness and Marie stepped back, avoiding his gaze. Ugh. She should’ve just stuck to watching Channing Tatum movies and eating ice cream cake by herself. Way less complicated than this. “I’m going to my room,” she murmured and exited the kitchen, honestly not giving a fuck that her whole house was being destroyed. Eventually these people would leave and in the meantime, she’d be locked away in her room.
A few minutes later, Blake joined her and she got up to close the door. She didn’t know why. Maybe because she didn’t want another Sean coming in and making the situation even more awkward than it already was.
“I’m sorry…for being weird.” She waved her hand, smiling slightly. “Obviously we’re not going to do anything. I mean. Right?” Her tongue felt funny and loose and this was Blake, for crying out loud. She scooted closer to him, running a hand over his chest. “That’d be stupid.”
If Blake actually cared, or gave a fuck about Sean. He would of said something, or maybe even told him to fuck off again, but he left the kitchen without any explanation. Sean didn’t deserve one, and he didn’t even care for the guy. Or maybe it was, he didn’t care for any guy that wanted to be with Marie, or had been. They didn’t deserve her. She was to good for them. Sometimes Blake, thought she was to good for him. Even as a friend.
He wondered around the house for a few minutes, before finding his way to Marie’s room. He had to make sure she was okay. He wasn’t sure had even happened in the kitchen, besides the fact that Sean was being nosy as hell.
He waited till she let him in and once he was inside, he stood by the door. He stared at her, watching as she got closer to him. He raised his eyebrows in response, not even sure how to correctly answer her question. But Blake just took it as something entirely different. He had come to her room for a reason, and even if he was completely wasted.. he knew why he was here. He swallowed hard, before moving closer to her. His hand found her tiara, and this time he took it off tossing it to towards her bed. Just so he could get the annoying thing out of his way, “Stupid.. yeah..” he says now, finally speaking. But he couldn’t even think straight and figure out what was stupid, since he was to buzzed.
His lips found hers then, his hands moving to her body. His thinking was to clouded, and even if it was stupid. He couldn’t agree with his mind. Because his body, and his loneliness was stronger, especially with how drunk he was. He pushed her back towards her bed, his hands on her, as he pulled her closer, kissing her hard now, wanting to feel something, anything.
He tossed his now empty cup to the guys that left the kitchen, wanting to hit one of them. But his throw was way off, and weak. He was drunk. He looked at her, his head spinning slightly, before he leaned against the counter. He rolled his eyes, “He is an asshooooole” he dragged out the word. “I don’t care what you say.. I really don’t..” he says now, “I don’t like him” he shrugged his shoulders. Not really wanting to talk about Sean. He really didn’t like any guys that were interested in Marie. It was a best friend thing.
He leaned forward slightly, leaning over and grabbing another cup. They were diddling down. He wondered where more beer would come from. ”No seriously..” he says now, leaning back. “Where is everyone?” he asks now, not naming anyone in particular, because he didn’t want to really know where anyone was. He didn’t even want to know where Jael. If she wasn’t here for her best friend, then something was seriously fucked up. And it would only piss him off. And seeing a he was drunk, he would just run his mouth and say things he didn’t mean.
“When you lighten up birthday girl.. I will” he says now, staring at her, “Deal?” he asks now, taking a long sip of the beer. He kept drinking it, till it was gone. His hand dropped it on the counter, as she moved forward to him. He hugged her back, seeing as he had no choice in it. He wasn’t a touchy person. She knew that. But it was her birthday, it was the least her could do. He moved his arms around her, his hand moving her tiara out of the way, so it wouldn’t poke him in the eye. His fingers found her hair, as he smoothed her hair down slightly. “Happy birthday Marie..” he says now, before looking down at her. His hand on the nap of her neck slightly. ”You know I wont like him, or anyone for that matter.. they don’t deserve you..” he mutters out now, his tone low, drunk, slurred. He gives her another look, “Yeah and your my best friend Marie..” he says now, before kissing her forehead gently.
“Jael’s out of town,” she ignored the pained look that flashed over his face. “Cam hates me.” That was a phrase that seemed to come out of her mouth regularly. But no. Cameron really hated her. She had kissed Damon and it had hurt Cameron, rightfully so. Even if they hadn’t really been together, they had still been sleeping together and Marie would’ve been hurt herself if she had found out Cameron had done something with another girl. Hopefully they’d make up soon and be together by graduation.
Marie swallowed when his hand smoothed down her hair. Cameron used to do that. All the time. Anyone playing with her hair gave her chills and it seemed Blake was not an exception. Oh God. She missed being touched. Like any way. Blake’s face was close to hers and she blinked, hearing his sincere words. He was closer to her than he had ever been in their few years of friendship. It felt strange. Not horrible, just foreign.
“I,” she started and swallowed again. “Um. Blake.” His lips were pressed against her forehead and she realized just how incredibly goddamn lonely she was. “I’m not Jael,” she whispered.
“He does’t hate you.. and Jael doesn’t hate me..” he says now, his voice still slurred. His mind was to confused to even actually understand what she was saying. But there was no way, that Cam hated Marie, and Jael hated him. Or maybe he hated her. No.. he didn’t. He didn’t hate her. He just really disliked her right now. A whole lot. He could write a list, drunk or not, of why he disliked her. He met her gaze, “he doesn’t hate you.. and where the fuck is she?” he shook his head, “Forget it, I don’t care.. where she is.. she’s not here, and she just sucks..” he says now. He was talking fast, a little immature too. Only because he was wasted. To much beer. But it was the second reason he had come. First for Marie’s birthday. Because he couldn’t blow her off, and have her mad at him later. She was the only friend that gave a shit.
Blake wasn’t sure what he was doing. But he knew he could blame it on the alcohol. It always made him do things. Stupid things. Stupid shit. And right now, being this close to Marie, he knew it was the alcohol he had just consumed in the matter of an hour. And he would, continue to blame it.
He wasn’t sure what he was doing with his hands, seeing as they were on the nap of her neck, his fingers barely brushing her skin. “I know..” he says quietly. He had stopped thinking about Jael for two minutes after he had asked about her and Marie had brought her up. “I know who you are.. I’m not that fucking drunk..” he says now, his voice slurred. “I can’t.. touch you?” he asks now, raising an eyebrow at her. It wasn’t a big deal, their closeness, him touching her neck like that. The fact that he had just gently kissed her forehead… it wasn’t a huge deal, at all. Right?
Blake wasn’t sure why he had come. To support Marie? To have free alcohol. To get drunk? It was all above really. Mostly to get drunk, to bum off Marie’s alcohol. Though he wondered who was supplying the alcohol. But he didn’t ask. He actually didn’t really talk to anyone. There wasn’t anyone worth talking to really. And he hadn’t seen Marie yet, to actually wish her a rightful ‘Happy birthday’ He wasn’t sure where she was. He looked around the room, from his spot on the couch, a red cup in his hand. (He wasn’t sure what number of cups he had before this one, but he wasn’t keeping count.) She had to be somewhere. And right when he was about to make a move to get up, someone landed in his lap, almost. He met looked up slightly, before groaning quietly when he felt some beer on his shirt, “What the fuck..” But he tone soften when he saw who it was. ”Marie?” he asks now, before moving his hand to her tiara, fixing it. He wasn’t sure why he had just fixed it, but maybe it was because she had landed in his lap, and it was falling off.
He moved his gaze distractedly toward Sean, “Fuck off..” he says now, having a reason to get up. Finally. He followed after her, finishing off his millionth cup, before grabbing another one. He gulped it down, tossing it somewhere in her kitchen. The kitchen was a mess, he might as well add to it. Not that he cared, not right now. He was so buzzed that he didn’t even care if he was just adding to the mess or making a bigger one.
“I’m a party popper?” he asks now, “Where are your friends?” he asks now, “Besides me. Since I’m the one clearly only here.. ” he says now. He wasn’t going to bring up Jael. They weren’t really talking, or being in the same room with each other. Or talking at all. Maybe they said hey once in a while, if they were dragged into the same room. Which, was never.
“Whatever, who cares..” he grabs another cup, taking a long gulp, “Your party sucks by the way..” he says now, looking at her. He was just being honest, or more so drunk, “You look nice though..” he says now, giving her a a small look, “And drunk..” he added, laughing. Marie was never drunk. It was a sight to see.
Her kitchen was a disaster zone. “No!” She shouted, tugging back the plates some neanderthals were trying to juggle with. “No no. Go away. Leave my plates alone.” They rolled their eyes and walked away, making Marie wonder if they even knew who she was. Or what this party was even about. God, this party sucked. She was drunk off her ass, she didn’t even get cake, and she was going to have one hell of a mess to clean up tomorrow. She knelt down to try and pick up some empty cups off the floor but heard Blake’s voice as he entered the now empty room.
“I don’t have friends,” she said. “Besides you. And Sean.” She giggled at the sour look that crossed Blake’s face. “Oh Blake, lighten up. Sean’s not so bad when you give him a chance. He’s been nice to me and he got me to become a human being again.” She had been in the dumps ever since her miscarriage. Even thought it happened in August, she still woke up from nightmares sometimes. And the worst part was, she didn’t have Cameron to call anymore.
She poured herself another drink and handed it to him, smiling. “My party does suck,” she agreed. “And I am drunk. Cheers to that!” She took a drink and her face flushed at the compliment from Blake. Or because she was drunk and the temperature in her house was like a zillion degrees. Either one. “Thanks,” she smiled. “Not that anyone in the house even notices. But thanks.” She reached over and pulled him into a hug, resting her chin on his shoulder. Had he always smelled this good? “You’re my best friend Blakie.”
He tossed his now empty cup to the guys that left the kitchen, wanting to hit one of them. But his throw was way off, and weak. He was drunk. He looked at her, his head spinning slightly, before he leaned against the counter. He rolled his eyes, “He is an asshooooole” he dragged out the word. “I don’t care what you say.. I really don’t..” he says now, “I don’t like him” he shrugged his shoulders. Not really wanting to talk about Sean. He really didn’t like any guys that were interested in Marie. It was a best friend thing.
He leaned forward slightly, leaning over and grabbing another cup. They were diddling down. He wondered where more beer would come from. ”No seriously..” he says now, leaning back. “Where is everyone?” he asks now, not naming anyone in particular, because he didn’t want to really know where anyone was. He didn’t even want to know where Jael. If she wasn’t here for her best friend, then something was seriously fucked up. And it would only piss him off. And seeing a he was drunk, he would just run his mouth and say things he didn’t mean.
“When you lighten up birthday girl.. I will” he says now, staring at her, “Deal?” he asks now, taking a long sip of the beer. He kept drinking it, till it was gone. His hand dropped it on the counter, as she moved forward to him. He hugged her back, seeing as he had no choice in it. He wasn’t a touchy person. She knew that. But it was her birthday, it was the least her could do. He moved his arms around her, his hand moving her tiara out of the way, so it wouldn’t poke him in the eye. His fingers found her hair, as he smoothed her hair down slightly. “Happy birthday Marie..” he says now, before looking down at her. His hand on the nap of her neck slightly. ”You know I wont like him, or anyone for that matter.. they don’t deserve you..” he mutters out now, his tone low, drunk, slurred. He gives her another look, “Yeah and your my best friend Marie..” he says now, before kissing her forehead gently.
