~Jade's POV~
We enter her apartment with ease, which was odd to me, considering you'd think she'd lock the door after Liam leaving her earlier. "Lauren?" Liam calls, and silence is heard. I check her kitchen and living room while Liam -respectfully- checks her bedroom and bathroom. "She's not here." He says coming out of her room, his facial expression drops. "You don't think she's . . ." He assumes and just by the look on his face I knew exactly what he was assuming.
"No, I didn't hurl myself off the side of the chasm, I may love Eric but I don't love him that much." A feminine voice says from behind us, and thankfully, it's Lauren. "There you are, sorry to just barge on into your apartment like this but, we wanted to check on you." I say, and I notice Lauren has something in her hand. "Yeah, where'd you go just now?" Liam asks curiously, and all Lauren does is hold up what looks to be a glass bottle. She swishes the Apple-juice-like fluid around in it, "just to the cafeteria for this bad boy." She says lightly smacking the glass, and her rings 'clink' against it. Liam nearly jumps for joy and I'm left clueless, "what is that?" I ask.
And the both of them look at me with a smile, just before Lauren cracks the bottle open and begins to chug. After a little while she stops, slightly winces, and hands the bottle to me. "Why don't you drink some and find out." She says with a smile. I take the bottle and out of habit, I take a whiff from the opening. It smelled strong, and oddly bittersweet but, I shrug and put the bottle to my mouth to tip it.
The liquid hits my taste buds and I cringe right before swallowing. "Ughh, this tastes kinda like rubbing alcohol. What the hell did I just drink?" I ask, handing the bottle to my brother. Who now seemed to be laughing, along with Lauren. "It's actually drinking alcohol. Whiskey to be exact. You mean to tell me you've never had any? In Amity maybe?" Lauren asks, and I shake my head. "Honestly, I thought wine was the only kind of alcoholic beverage. Well, I mean, that's all that Amity drank for pleasure. What's so different about this, uh . . . What was it called again?" I ask, and watch as my brother begins to chug the bottle just as Lauren did.
I wasn't surprised, considering he's probably done this same thing before but, it was a strange and mature sight to see of my younger brother. He stops chugging and oddly, he doesn't cringe nor wince like me and Lauren did. Instead he smacked his lips happily, "Whiskey. And it's different because it's wayyyyyy more potent than wine. And it's also a different type of intoxication. I'd be happy to explain it to you but, an example would be much better. Lauren would you like the honors?" Liam asks, handing her the now half empty bottle. "Don't mind if I do." She says, and proceeds to chug some more. She stops and the bottle makes a 'pop' sound as she pulls her lips away.
She heads over to her love-seat and plops down. Me and Liam sit down on her couch, which was adjacent from the love-seat. The three of us begin to talk, with the occasional passing of this 'whiskey' bottle. I took one more swallow and declined the bottle when handed to me a third time, just to be safe. Unlike my brother and friend, who of which are now incoherently arguing about . . . Banana's?
"What the hell are you guys talking about?" I ask them laughing, and they both stop arguing, look at each other once, and then burst into laughter. Which caused me to laugh harder. I try to catch my breath and unfortunately, I end up snorting. My brother and Lauren were now basically turning into tomato's from laughing so hard.
I on the other hand, was turning red for a different reason. I hate when I snort. "Awww look Liam, your sister's blushing." Lauren says pointing at me, or at least trying to point at me. "Stahhpp, I'm embarrassed of my snort. I sound like a damn hog." I say, covering my face with my hands. "Well, you shouldn't be. It was cute." A voice says from behind the couch Liam and I were sitting on.
I turn and I see Four with his arms crossed and a wide smile on his face. At first I wondered as to how he knew we were here. But, I eventually remember I told him we'd check up on Lauren. I blush even harder, "how long have you been standing there?" I ask standing myself, I head around the couch and he meets me halfway. "Ever since you questioned their banana argument. And by the way, no, sticking a banana in the ground, will not grow a palm tree." He says looking at my brother, Lauren claps her hands together and points at Liam.
"I told you so!" She says, and the two of them begin to argue again. Four takes my attention off of them by placing his hand on my hips and his lips onto mine, and I gladly kiss him back. But he pulls away early, furrows his eyebrows, and licked his lips. "Is that . . . ?" He asks, staring at me confused. I laugh at his cute confused expression and nod, "Yes it is. wHiskEy tO bE eXacT." I mimic Lauren from earlier, and I hear her cease her bickering with Liam and could feel her eyes drilling into the side my head.
But, I ignore her and continue my explanation anyways, "Lauren got it from the cafeteria apparently and I had no idea what it was until they explained it to me." I pause, "But don't worry, I'm fine. I only took a few swallows, unlike these two on the other hand." I say looking over to Lauren and Liam. Lauren was sitting criss-cross applesauce on her love-seat with her head back, and Liam was just casually sitting upside down. I was so focused on Four I hadn't noticed he even moved. I laugh, and for the second time, I snort. Which causes my brother, my friend, and my boyfriend to burst into laughter.
I cover my face with my hands. "I hate all of you." I jokingly say through my hands, I take my hands from my face to see all of their different reactions. Lauren gasps, my brother scoffs, and Four rolls his eyes. "You don't mean that and I know that for a fact." Four says, and he pulls me closer to him. "Stop being embarrassed. It's adorable, it sounds like it came from a piglet more than hog anyways." Four attempts to reassure, and even though it didn't work, it did make me laugh.
And no I didn't snort this time. I look at Four and noticed his eyes were glued onto the bottle that sat on Lauren's coffee table. He begins to walk towards the table and grabs the bottle by its neck, picking it up. He swishes around the now quarter full bottle and next thing I know, he starts downing the rest of it. I bite my bottom lip at the sight of him drinking. Only because I've never seen or experienced Four intoxicated.
And according to the amount he had just drunk, I knew sure as hell I was gonna experience it soon. He finally swallows the last of it and licked his lips, looking me up and down. I think to myself, 'well, that was hot.' or so, I thought I did. Four chuckles at my comment and walks back over to me. He places his hands on my waist and places his lips onto mine once again. I kiss him back, and as expected, I taste whiskey.
While I continue to kiss him, I hear my brother gag, "Eww, once again, get a room you two." He says from on the couch. "For Lauren's sake, and for my stomachs sake. She is my sister now and I'd rather not watch and unfortunately hear you two eat each other's faces. " He adds with a small chuckle. I stop kissing Four and grab the pillow that laid beside Liam and smacked him with it. "Keep your opinions to your self." I say laughing, and he snatch's the pillow out my hands and retaliates. I take the blow and push the pillow into him, causing him to drunkly fall back onto the couch.
"Alright alright, we'll go. Are you two gonna be okay without supervision though? I don't want you guys to hurt yourselves or something, being how you two are right now." I ask, and I get a thumbs up from Lauren and a 'mhm' from my brother. Me and Four head out of Lauren's apartment, and close the door behind us. As we begin to walk towards his apartments hallway, he fumbles on trying to entwine his fingers with mine but, I help his fingers find their way. He smiles at me, and then suddenly spins me around, like a fairy tale princess. I laugh once I'm facing him again.
"What? Did you miss me?" I ask playfully, and he chuckles a bit. "Yes, I did. Very much actually. Couldn't get you off my mind. " He answers, kissing the back of my hand while our hands were still entangled. We make it into his apartment and I plop down onto his bed, taking my shoes off. I watch as he sheds off his jacket and sets it on the table beside the kitchen. He notices my stare and I smile at him.
He smiles back as I wiggle my finger, gesturing for him to come to me. He smiles wider and begins to walk over to me. He stands at the foot of the bed, in front of me. I reach up and pull him down to my level by the collar of his shirt, and kiss him. He kisses me back sloppily, yet passionate.
I scoot back onto the bed, and with our lips still locked, I pull him all the way down, to point he was now sprawled on top of me. The kiss leads into a steamy make out session, which got hotter and hotter by the second. He settles between my legs and I gasp though my nose a bit when I feel him against me. He pulls away and lightly chuckles, beginning to trail his kisses down pass my chin, onto my neck. I bite my lip as a tingling sensation travels down my skin with every kiss.
I then begin to hear this voice in my head, telling me to stop him. I know it's there, and I can definitely hear it but, there's also another voice, telling me to pull his shirt off. As I'm just about to listen to the reasonable voice, Four finds this certain spot on my neck that makes me melt instantaneously. "Tobias." I moan, unaware of my actions. And it certainly catches his attention.
I hear a low growl type noise from him as his grip tightens on me momentarily. I bite my lip and start to pull his shirt off, lifting it up from the back. He sits up and takes it off himself, just before coming back down to lock lips with mine once again. I run my hand down against his abdomen, feeling every inch of his carved six pack. I bite his bottom lip just as my hand finds it's way to the buckle of his belt.
He stops kissing me, nearly freezing completely. He looks in my eyes and presses his forehead against mine. I could tell he had a question just by the familiar look on his face. "What is it?" I ask softly, and he pecks my lips. He then looks down at where my hand was, "It's just, you seem to know what you're doing, and I need to know something before anything else happens," he struggles to say, stumbling on a couple words.
But I nod, insisting for him to go on. "Natalie, have you ever . . . ?" He partially asks, looking down at my body with this unfamiliar look in his eyes. A hungry look in his eyes. And just from that I knew exactly what he was trying to ask, and I could also feel my cheeks heat up from it. I've never had a boyfriend before Tobias. He's my first boyfriend, first kiss, first love.
And plus, there was a tradition back on Amity, where girls would commit to being abstinent. I only stood by the tradition because I had no interest in any of the boys my age. "No, I uh, I've never done anything like that with anyone actually." I say to him softly, not realizing I was beginning to play with the metal on his belt. He smiles at me fondly as a question forms in my head. I want to know the same of him.
I want to know if I'd be his first just like he'd be mine. But, for some reason, I couldn't gather the courage to ask. "What is it?" He asks me, seeming to read my expression. I take a deep breath in through my nose and let it out the same way it came, "I was wondering the same of you? Have you ever . . . ?" I ask hopefully. I was hopeful that I'd be able to be my partners one and only, but, when his smile softened, and his eyes glistened with this tinge of guilt, I knew my answer.
And I couldn't stop myself from reacting. I lose eye contact with him and swallow the forming lump in my throat. "Yes, I have." He begins, and I continue to avoid eye contact, only because I felt like I might burst into tears if I look into his eyes again. I don't know why I feel the way I do about this, full of frustration and sadness. I mean, I do but, I don't know why I feel it so greatly.
"I've only been with one other female before I met you, Natalie." He says, anchoring his finger under my chin, pulling my face to look at him, and I choose not to fight him. I look into his eyes, "and back then, if I would've known I'd eventually meet someone like you, I definitely would've waited. I was young, dumb, and I thought I was in love but, I came to realize I wasn't." He says to me, tucking one of my curls behind my ear. "And I can guarantee you, my so called 'love' for her, is no where near and will never be as strong as my love for you. She's a thing of the past and right now," he pauses, kissing me momentarily, "I'm only focused on my future. You're my future." He reassures, and I can't help but smile. I pull him down closer to me by his belt, and kiss him, throwing an arm around his neck. I kiss him for what felt like an hour before pulling away to breath.
I snuggled into his neck, taking in his intoxicating scent. "I don't know how you do it but, I end up loving you more and more everyday." I whisper into his ear, and I feel him smile against my own neck. "And, if I ever lose you, in any way, I honestly wouldn't know what to do either." I also whisper, wholeheartedly. He then slightly lifts himself off of me to look into my eyes. He gazed into my eyes, nearly searching them as he ran his hand through my hair.
"Losing me, is the last you should be worrying about. In fact, thee only way you could possibly lose me is through death. And I certainly don't plan on dying anytime soon." He says with a chuckle, and I laugh a bit. We go back to kissing once again and, I became so engulfed in kissing him I let my fingers slip underneath his belt buckle and pants, leaving them to rest against his v-line. I feel him tense up a bit but, he just continues to kiss me. My other hand finds it's way to his buckle just as I feel our make-out session deepen. I start to undo his belt and it is then he finally stops me.
He places his hand over mine and stops kissing me, instantly catching my attention. "What exactly do you think you're doing?" He asks me playfully, and I bite my lip looking away. I shrug, "I don't know, what do you think I'm doing?" I ask him laughing. He looks at me dreamily and pecks my lips. "As much as I'd absolutely love to, I'd like to be able to make your first time as special as I can for you." He pauses, "I don't want us to do it just because the alcohol makes us want to. I want it to mean something when it's the right time. And I'd like for us to both be sober, so there's nothing clouding either of minds. I want it to be perfect. I want it to be as perfect as you." He says to me, and takes one of my hands from his belt and kisses the back of it.
"I'm not perfect, remember?" I remind him, and he shakes his head with a smile before placing a kiss on my forehead. "Well, you're perfect in my eyes." He confesses, lifting up off me and laying down on his back beside me. He beckons for me to lay on him, and I don't think twice. I scoot up next to him and lay my head on his chest, and before I know it, I'm falling asleep.
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-November 17th-
I wake up to the feeling of someone running their hand down my back, caressing me. I yawn and turn to face him with a smile. "Good morning handsome." I say nearly half asleep. "Good morning beautiful." He responds, in his groggy morning voice. I smile wide and sit up to stretch, reaching for the sky.
I attempted to scoot to the edge of the bed to stand but, an arm weaves around my waist stopping me from moving. I look at him and his expression resembled a begging puppy. "Don't leave. Not yet at least." He says, and I happily oblige. I lay my head onto his bare chest, beginning to listen to his heartbeat while trancing his abs with my fingers. He kisses the top of my head and we lay like that for an hour longer before I sit up.
I glance over to his bathroom and decide it's due time for a shower. I scoot to the edge of his bed and stand. I start to head towards his closet before remembering I don't have anymore spare clothes over here anymore. I huff and Four looks at me curiously, "What's wrong?" He asks. And I run a hand through my hair, "I forgot I took all my clothes back to my bed in the sleeping chambers and I want to shower." I say, and he immediately stands from sitting on the bed.
"Don't worry, I'll go get them. " - "No no no, I'll get them. You're my boyfriend, not my butler." I stop him, and he smiles at me. "And anyways, I-" - "Move in with me." He interrupts. And I look at him, unsure of what he just said. "What did you say?" I ask, and he puts his hands on my waist, pulling me closer. "I said, move in with me." He repeats and my smile grows wide.
"Really?" I ask him in disbelief. Even though we've basically been living together already, he's never made it official by asking, until now of course. "Yes, really. If you say yes you won't have to worry about having to go get your clothes, and you won't have to worry about having to sleep down their either. And why move into a whole new apartment when you have me and mine?" He asks rhetorically, with hope in his eyes. And I nod my head, "Oh my god, yes, of course, I'd love to move in with you Tobias." I say and he picks me up, and spins me around while laughing. I laugh at how cute his reaction to my answer was.
He sets me down and kisses me with one hand cupping my cheek. He pulls away, "now, I'll go get your things from the sleeping chambers while you shower." He says, kissing my cheek just before turning to leave. I quickly grab his wrist and he stops, looking back at me, "I love you." I say fondly, and he smiles. "I love you more." He responds, and takes his leave. I turn around and head into the bathroom, and the first thing I see is my reflection staring right back at me. And I smile.