It started with nothing

As I was walking down the street I checked if I had everything I needed to get in. Fake ID... Yep. Money... Sure enough. And if not I'm sure I can flirt my way to get some drinks. Even as awful it sounds. I felt kind of ashamed the second this thought crossed my mind. I have a girlfriend.

But it's not cheating if I don't really mean it, is it? Is just flirting cheating anyway? I mean, I am not gonna let things get any far. And few meaningless pickup lines never hurt anyone, right?

Then one especially highly uncomfortable thought crossed my mind, screaming for attention. I'll probably have to flirt with a guy. Cause... I don't know, just - isn't it weird for a girl to buy a guy drink? Hmm, I hope I won't mess it up. I have never had to flirt with a guy before. My brain again processed the thought of me cheating. Ugh.

But at the end of the day. I'm straight. So why make a fuzz about it? What can be possibly wrong about it if I talk some guy - that I'm not really interested in - into buying me a drink? Huh? Anyone?

I sighed. I'm so going to end up in a fucking mess for this.

*

Enormous security guy scans me with his piercing eyes. Damn. I'm kind of scared of him. He's so much bigger and taller than me. I definitely don't want to mess with this one. One hit from him and you would be a dying mess of limbs on the floor.

Once again, he checks my ID, looking back and forth between it and my face. He clearly doesn’t believe that I’m old enough to get in, cannot blame him though, even when I’m not pretending that I’m old enough to get into a club, I have a hard time pursuing people to acknowledge that my actual age is 17, well, almost 18. I look like 13 years old child. Seriously, my baby face makes my life a lot harder.

"Okay, go." He says with raspy deep voice. Jesus Christ, please don't let me start a fight with anyone tonight, so I wouldn't have to deal with this giant security guy. I think to myself, but then a scoff escapes my mouth. Pfff. Like anyone can hear me up there. It has never worked, so why would it work now.

As I enter the club I can feel the familiar beat that's going through every single cell in my body. Oh dear, I missed this. Finally out in town. But I don't feel like going in here again. The place is pretty crowded, yes, but the music is shit. Some dubstep or whatever kids these days listen to.

I look around. People dancing and messing around on the dance floor. I can see some couple nearly fucking against a pillar. Guys hitting on women everywhere, trying to get lucky tonight. Some of them seem really desperate, to be honest. Some of them are just really fucking rude. I think about stopping by this clearly really drunk guy, who is very aggressively hitting on a girl just few steps away from me. Before I can do anything to help her out of her misery, a guy, probably her boyfriend, seems to appear from nowhere and punch that ass right into his face. The drunk guy turns around and falls to the floor face-forward. I couldn't help but turn into a laughing mess. It looked exactly like a scene from Back To The Future, where George McFly knocks out Biff on the parking lot. Absolutely amazing, I had an urge to buy that guy a drink, instead of getting one for myself.

The “boyfriend guy” notices me laughing my ass off and waves at me holding up a drink and smiling. I smiled at him as well and then I somewhat awkwardly waved back. I look around again looking for a bar. A smile appears on my face when my eyes lay on really colorful and constantly flashing bar in front of me.

"Hey, can I get some drink please?" I ask when I approach the bartender showing him my fake ID.

He looks a bit surprised, scanning me up and down. No wonder, my fake ID says I'm 25 years old. But I'm kind of short, and my baby face doesn't help much either. But for some reason I've never had a big problem getting in and buying a drink with it. They always seem to let it go.

"Sure. What do you want?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders. I really don't care.

"I don't care, just make sure it's strong." I reply and the bartender nods in understanding.

After ordering I take a moment to turn away from the bar and stare again at people around me. After a while, my drink is ready, I take it and take a sip. Damn, this guy sure knows what I need right now. When we make eye contact again, I make sure to silently thank him and add some nice tip, only to turn around again a minute later staring into the crowd, feeling empty.

*

"No fucking way!" I laugh at a story some slightly clumsy girl tells me.

"Oh yeah! And you know what? That poor girl then fainted into his arms. And the stuff was all over him, on his chest and all and so it was all over her as well." She cringed her nose.

"Ew, that's just disgusting." I giggled, finally drunk. Far from drunk enough, though.

"Well I have to go now, but here," she gives me a paper folded in half "call me if you feel like it." She winked at me and stumbled away.

I turn back to face the bar, squeezing the paper with her phone number in my right hand and then throwing it away, not even caring where.

"Oh, what's the matter? Got a number from a friend of the girl you actually wanted to get a number from?" I hear a male voice say right next to me.

"Oh, yeah, something like that." I lied not even looking up.

"I see. Want some help with that?" The man asks. Why on Earth, would some random guy cared shit if I got a number from a girl in place like this? Don’t other people have enough work to get laid themselves? I look up and my eyes meet deep, yet delicate and beautiful hazel eyes. God damn it. I have no idea how he made them shine so bright. I mean, it was quite dark in here.

"U-Uhm, I don't really know." I stammered. He smiled. Oh.

Then I remembered why I was there and got my mind straight.

"Okay. Anyway, you seem a little bit too young to be here, buddy." The man said, clearly attempting to start a conversation.

I cleared my throat. "I'm twenty five, dude. But thanks for compliment."

"No problem, my friend, no problem." The older man replied, quickly scanning me up and down.

After he finished his inspection, he faced the bartender to order something. That was my clue to look at him properly. He was wearing black skinny jeans, Misfits shirt and obviously really pricey black leather jacket. His hair was jet black colored and slightly longer, but just a little bit. When he turned back to me I noticed, he had well defined jaw and pink lips. And when he spoke up again I also noticed that when he talked, one side of his lips moved more than the other side. Interesting.

"So, you have a name?" The man teased. I grinned. Oh no, no names.

"Actually, I don't." I said making him raise his eyebrows in surprise. I leaned in and whispered lightly seductively "I'm undercover." The man just smiled.

"Fine by me. Wanna join me?" He offered.

I took a moment to think. This is it. I almost run out of money and I wasn't as drunk as I wanted to be, like at all. Should I? I looked down, swallowing my guilt.

"Sure, why not." I replied smiling brightly at him.

*

Two hours later I was totally and absolutely wasted. And so was he.

Our "names" talk long since forgotten. He called me "cutie" from time to time. I somehow managed to not give him any nickname. We were dancing on the dance floor, or at least trying to dance as we were so drunk we were hardly standing, and that's when he came a lot closer than I should have let him. But to be absolutely honest, there was no guilt, no girlfriend, no age difference. Just him. Him and his mesmerizing hazel eyes.

He wrapped one arm around me, strange expression on his face as if asking if that was okay. I nodded and he pulled me even closer with the other arm, still swinging us in a rhythm of the song the DJ was playing.

I looked up at him, connecting our eyes in somewhat comfortable stare. He let out a soft whine and quickly, so I didn't stand a chance to fight him, brought his lips to mine. He didn't move them away, though. He kept pressing his lips to mine, waiting for my response.

So I gave in. I couldn't resist him anymore. He was just too much.

I started to move against his lips, slowly at first, but with every other move the kiss got more heated.

Soon, he pulled me even closer, although I didn't even think it would be possible by that time, and locked his arms around me. My hands were playing with his hair. He bit on my lip and I let out moan, he took a chance and let his tongue gently explore mine.

It was all too much. But I needed more. I speeded up a little bit occasionally biting his lip. With my hands still in his hair, I tugged a bit. He moaned panting heavily as he pinned me to a wall close by. Hard. I didn't mind though, it was all I wanted at that particular moment.

We were making out for what it felt like ages, when he pulled away from me, slightly horrified look on his face. I didn't know what the matter was, but I didn't quite care. I knew I was never seeing him again. So I just took the opportunity to study his, somehow familiar, eyes.

The panic written all over his face made me stop soon.

"What's the matter?" I asked. He shook his head and stepped away from me.

"I- Fuck!-I-I'm sorry, I-I gotta go." He stammered. Quickly leaving through the crowd.

I frowned a bit. Okay - time to leave and get your ass home. I said to myself.

*

After what it felt like eternity I woke up in my bed. My head hurt like a bitch. I smelled like a mini bar and I had a little sneaky feeling I'm going to be sick really soon. My mother wasn't in my bed with me anymore. I must have been really drunk when I came back home. But then again, I don’t remember her being here when I got back anyway. Hmm, strange. I started thinking about what the hell happened, and I remembered.

The alcohol -oh no the alcohol -, the flirting - oh shit the flirting- , and the guy - oh fuck, the guy! - I fucking made out with a guy! Shit! Shit! Shit!

I got up from my bed and quickly ran to the bathroom, soon empting the content of my stomach to the toilet. Well, shit. This is going to be really long day.

Notes

So here it is, another update. It's longer so I hope you're fine with it. Muhaha I just had to. Frerard deserves attention and high word count.

So somebody tell me what do you think so far, please! :))