1027/02/1970 11:30:00
"Am I interrupting something?" He sounded mad. Really mad. He was even angrier than earlier that day. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" It was directed to Philip, but me, being really drunk, didn't pick up on that.
"We were talking, silly!" I grabbed his hand and pulled on it so he would sit down with us. "And I think he was about to kiss me but I'm not sure…"
Philip blushed, and Lance looked about ready to hit him. But me, being the smartest girl in the world, tried making it better. "Don't worry, I'm drunk, so I probably wouldn't remember it in the morning anyways." I flashed him a perfectly crooked smile, courtesy of the tequila.
"So," he turned back to Philip. "Trying to take advantage of drunk girls? And don't give me any 'I'm drunk too, I wasn't thinking' bullshit. I know you're not drunk."
"Dude, it's not even like that. I wasn't going to do anything, just kiss her." I noticed Philip even had a freckle on his lip. I wondered what it would be like to kiss those lips.
"Whatever, stay away from her." He stood up and looked at me. "Come on, Delly. I'm taking you home."
"But I was having fun!" I whined.
He didn't seem in the mood to argue, he just bent down and picked me up, bridal-style. "Bye Philly!" I called over my shoulder.
"Do you know where your brothers are?" His voice took on a softer tone. I couldn't help but find it sweet.
"No," I giggle, "did you know that 'no', means 'no' in Spanish?" Then I burst out laughing.
"Yes I knew that," Lance sure didn't seem amused. "I don't know where your brothers are, so I'm going to take you home, 'kay?"
"Mhmm." I leaned my head on his shoulder, and before I knew it I was asleep.
When I woke up, I was still in Lance's arms, but I wasn't at the party anymore. I was in front of my house. "Mm. Where are we?" I asked, a little groggy, and with a killer headache. But then I realized, I had already answered my question. "Never mind."
"Where's your key? It's not under the mat."
"I don't know, just knock. Jenny will let us in." Jenny's my little sister. She's 12 and the most annoying 12 year old ever. And since I have no parents—I'll elaborate later—I have permission from Jeremy—the man in charge—to cause her physical harm when she gets annoying. Which is often, so she has a lot of bruises from me punching her arm. It still doesn't discourage her from constantly bugging me.
So, Lance knocked.
No answer.
And then he knocked again.
No answer.
On his third try, the window above us opened to reveal a very tired looking Jenny.
"Jen!" Lance greeted. "Can you come down and let us in please?"
"You, not her." She always had a crush on Lance. But that's not surprising, if I was her age I would too.
I frowned, but before I could say something I would regret, Lance replied to her. "Why can't Delilah come in?" He used my full name, which for some reason, made me angry.
"She told Robbie Funston I liked him!" She shrieked. Oops. I forgot about that. But what's the point in liking someone if they don't even know?
"Okay," Lance called back. "You can come and let me in, but she'll stay out here."
"What?" I hissed.
"Chill. How is she going to keep you out once the door is open?" I couldn't help but giggle at his smart-ness.
After a few seconds Jenny came down and unlocked the door. "Come in," she said to Lance. He winked at her and started walking in. "No, no, no," Jenny scolded. "She stays."
Lance shrugged and set me down. He walked in, and a few seconds later he came back out and picked me up again. "I thought you were going to leave me here," I mumbled.
He laughed, "I'm far to much of a gentlemen." Shouldn't that be an oxymoron? A gentleman saying he's a gentleman? Geesh, modest much?
He carried me up the stairs and surprisingly we didn't run into Jenny. We walked into my room and he set me down on my bed, after pulling down the cover with one hand. Yes, that does mean he held me with his other. He is very strong.
"I would have you take a shower," he said, "but I'd be afraid you'd slip and fall."
I started giggling as he bent down to kiss my forehead. He pulled the covers around me while muttering a "Goodnight".
I wasn't very surprised when he climbed on top of the covers next to my and lay down. I wasn't surprised when he slung his arm around me. I was surprised when I saw a figure moving outside my window.
A/N: Okay, so I understand that I'm not the most talented writer, but I try. So don't shoot me in the foot if you don't like it. Just send a review saying "I don't like it" and maybe, if you feel like being nice, you can tell me why so I can fix it. Or you can say "I did like it" just so I know. Please, please, please and thank youuu