Trying my hand at original short fiction · 11:51pm May 15th, 2021
You find yourself sitting next to the wall at a party, your drink slowly getting warm in your hand. The party around you was bouncing and everyone was having a great time. The alcohol was flowing freely and people were finding themselves with new, lowered boundaries. You've had your eye on one person the whole time, and you couldn't get her off your mind. She was dancing in the middle of the room, her dark, curly hair bouncing with her to the beat. She wore a tight halter top which barely contained her chest, the color of the fabric faded in the dark room. Her jeans left little to the imagination, outlining all of her curves brilliantly. But you knew you would have no chance with her, so why bother even fantasizing. Another glance into your cup told you that you'd just polished off the last of the fantastic concoction that sat in a huge garbage can. Someone earlier had referred to it as Jungle Juice after you expressed your curiosity as to whether the can was clean...it was.
Just as you were about to go get another drink, you felt someone grab your wrist and pull you onto the floor. Your drunken eyes couldn't focus enough on who it was who grabbed you, but their voice said "I'm sick of watching you stare at her! Just go!" The arm threw you into the crowd, towards the thrashing and gyrating movement of your peers.
Lost in the hypnotic movement of the drunken teens, you can't see where you are falling. You finally run into an object and realize that it was the girl you had been eying the whole night. Her drink clattered to the floor and you apologize profusely for it, asking her if you can get her another one. She smiles softly and nods, walking with you into the slightly quieter other room. With the din of the music and cheering students now mere background noise, you two finally start talking.
The night suddenly starts to fly by and the two of you notice a mild attraction to each other. You have similar interests and beliefs and share many laughs while the party rages on behind you. You finally work up the courage and the conversation lulls to a point where you realize that you have a chance. Whether emboldened by the liquor or just by sheer luck, you slowly lean into her, your eyes locked. Her eyes close and her head tilts softly to the side as your lips touch, warmth meeting warmth, as your arms wrap around each other. The kiss finally breaks and the two of you gaze deeply into each other's eyes. She smiles and takes your hand, leading you back through the party room and into the bedroom.
Game. Set. Match. She took you to the bedroom. What you thought was going to be a terrible night of sitting around, getting drunk while everyone else was enjoying themselves has taken a turn for the best. You're now in a locked room, making out with the woman you'd had a crush on for the last few parties. She broke the kiss and stood up. Her eyes locked with yours and she smiled, swinging her hips to the music which still penetrated the walls. She started toying with the hem of her shirt, a seductive grin on her face. Slowly, she started lifting off her shirt, revealing her bare upper body. She discarded the useless article of clothing to the side and slowly walked over to you. She pushes you onto the bed and straddles you, leaning down and kissing your neck. You close your eyes and let her lips dance along your body. You feel her teeth nibble on your ear and her hot breath on the side of you face. She giggles a little bit and you turn to see what she's laughing about. She pulls herself closer to you and whispers in your ear, "Read the first word of every paragraph."
What?
Don’t read until after you have read the blog:
I didn’t actually write this lol
Fourth Wall Breach Detected
Also, y'know, plagiarism by your own admission. Seriously, your now-deleted last blog was probably worse from a moral standpoint but that's still not cool.
Too late man, I already lost the game.