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Bad boy x Good girl (Closed!)

SecretsInTime said:
"Pick a prize?" I wondered to myself, as Clarissa's beaming face swam through my vision. The alcohol was messing with my sight, and apparently also my head, because the first 'prize' that came to mind was simply swooping down and kissing her. "I'm just an emotional wreck," I think, "thinking about kissing another girl right after being so torn up by another."



And the scary part about it: there was no other prize I could think of that I wanted more than that.



I steadied Clary a little as she gripped onto my arms.
"Come on, don't be shy," she said, beckoning me to choose something. I couldn't decide... But I ended up choosing one that doesn't seem too forward and won't automatically get me involved. The safest prize.


"Ride to school with me. For at least a week. " I say, smirking. To cover up why I want her to do this, I say, "I want to see your reaction to a motorcycle."

''Ride to school with you on that fucking machinery that ruins my mornings? I might be drunk but not that drunk.''
I mutter as I could finally stay on my legs without needing help. That fucking motorcycle sounded like it came from Hell, I liked motorcycles but would never ride one, but still I made him pick a prize and I can't just say no now.


''Fineee.'' I say as I roll my eyes, making a fake excited voice. ''But if you get me into an accident or I fucking die, or your fucking drop me, or you like do tricks while I am on it, remember my dad has a gun.'' I said as I imagined my dad running after him with his loaded gun. ''I could pretend to get hurt only to see that.'' I though to myself as I tried not to laugh, yes, it seemed the alcohol really got into her as she picked up her jacket and her converse, putting them back on.
 
"Oh come on, Clary, I didn't even screw with the muffler. It's not as loud as some other people's. Really, it's quiet for a motorcycle." I say, smiling about how well I take care of it.


When she finally agrees, I beam. "I'll have to get you a helmet," I say happily. "but for now use my mother's. It's brand new. She bought it thinking that I would drive her around one day - that is never gonna happen." I laugh, grabbing my own jacket and shoes slowly, to avoid falling over from the drink's influence.


I watch her for a moment. "How are you planning to get home tonight? You're not letting anyone drive you while they're drunk, are you?" I ask, a little concerned.
 
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"Oh come on, Clary, I didn't even screw with the muffler. It's not as loud as some other people's. Really, it's quiet for a motorcycle." I say, smiling about how well I take care of it.
When she finally agrees, I beam. "I'll have to get you a helmet," I say happily. "but for now use my mother's. It's brand new. She bought it thinking that I would drive her around one day - that is never gonna happen." I laugh, grabbing my own jacket and shoes slowly, to avoid falling over from the drink's influence.


I watch her for a moment. "How are you planning to get home tonight? You're not letting anyone drive you while they're drunk, are you?" I ask, a little concerned.
''Is there a helmet that covers your entire body?'' I say as I laugh too, actually that won't be a bad idea, a huge helmet for your whole body so you won't break anything when Decklan is driving you to school. Oh God Clary, you're really drunk.


It seems he was concerned about how I will get home and I know that Allison is way too fucking drunk to drive, and she won't leave until she doesn't get with James of course. Except Allison and Decklan I actually didn't knew anyone, and I couldn't call my father to pick me up because he didn't actually know where I was. I told him I will be staying at Allison house and I even planed to sleep at her in case I got drunk.


''Um.. Well I got here with Allison but I think she will be busy this night, so I might walk. It seems everyone is drunk, so..'' I didn't know where I was actually and I didn't know how to get home but it was better than making him worry for such an unnecessary thing.
 
"The band will be driving out soon in the van with all of our stuff. I mean, you live right next door, you might as well tag along..." I knew I would get a lot of grief from the guys by extending this offer, but I was willing to deal with it.


"Why do you think Allison'll be busy?" I ask, wondering why she would drive Clary here and then not be able to drive her back or get too drunk to do so.


Then I remembered that there was a girl standing next to Clary in the audience, and that was the same person talking to James. "Oh wait - is Allison the one who was standing next to you in the show?" I smirk a little, guessing the answer.
 
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"The band will be driving out soon in the van with all of our stuff. I mean, you live right next door, you might as well tag along..." I knew I would get a lot of grief from the guys by extending this offer, but I was willing to deal with it.
"Why do you think Allison'll be busy?" I ask, wondering why she would drive Clary here and then not be able to drive her back or get too drunk to do so.


Then I remembered that there was a girl standing next to Clary in the audience, and that was the same person talking to James. "Oh wait - is Allison the one who was standing next to you in the show?" I smirk a little, guessing the answer.
I didn't knew if I should accept his offer. To tag along with him and his guys in the van, the guys could mostly get crazy but it was better than walking alone in the middle of the night when all the drunks are on the street. I won't touch anything, keep in a corner and just sleep in the garden until morning, seemed like a good plan.


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''If you could let me sleep in your basement because my dad would throw me on the window if he sees I am drunk.'' I said as I was laughing.


When he asked about Allison she didn't knew if she should tell him that her friend wanted to get with James, and it seemed he knew what I was thinking when he asked about her. Of course he noticed when she was standing next to James in the pizzeria.


''Yep, that was her. She is just a little bit interested in your band mate, James. And no, you don't know that from me.'' I said as I placed my hands in my pockets and kept walking
 
I smile. "Sure thing, you can sneak into my room." I offer up. "It's not like I haven't done the same." I smirk; that was something I never would've said without alcohol influence.


When she confessed about James, I just laughed. "Yeah, he gets that a lot." I say, smiling. "Drummers don't always get a ton of attention in bands, but as he is the talkative, 'fun' one, there are a lot of crushes thrown his way. He deals though." I explain.


"Don't worry, I won't tell on you. I'm sure James already knows." I chuckle.
 
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I smile. "Sure thing, you can sneak into my room." I offer up. "It's not like I haven't done the same." I smirk; that was something I never would've said without alcohol influence.
When she confessed about James, I just laughed. "Yeah, he gets that a lot." I say, smiling. "Drummers don't always get a ton of attention in bands, but as he is the talkative, 'fun' one, there are a lot of crushes thrown his way. He deals though." I explain.



"Don't worry, I won't tell on you. I'm sure James already knows." I chuckle.

''Well, it is different now, because you weren't invited in my room.''
I say as I laughed, he was kind of confident this night, mostly because of the alcohol of course. It won't be that bad to get into his bedroom, he already went into mine and we even slept in the same bed, we could handle that. A drunk Decklan was better than my father all mad and furious.


''I though the vocalist gets all the attention. Where are your fan girls?'' I say as I pretend to look around for his girl friends as I keep laughing. James seemed pretty cute and of course Allison was already all over him and she would surely fight with any other girl that would try to touch him. If James already knew it means he didn't was that much into Allison so that's why that barbie doll attacker her. I rolled my eyes, it was stupid to fight over guys or fall for guys and in high school it was too much drama.


We finally get in front of the pizzeria as I notice some guys making out and some on the floor, the alcohol really got into them.
 
"Whatever Clary! You're not sleeping in the basement," I say, laughing. I liked being loose and being able to joke with her; and especially when she returned the banter. The free speech was something I rarely had with people.


"The vocalist does get most of the attention. But in our school, since everyone knows us somewhat personally, the focus is on all of us equally; if we get bigger, I'll be the face and voice of the band and that's would be when the fangirls would flood in the door with 'Decklan' painted on their foreheads." I roll my eyes. "That would be interesting, to say the least."


I laugh at the effect that drinks have on everyone. "I might get a little looser and more fun," I say, laughing, "But otherwise I can handle drinks really well. Part of it comes from experience." I wink. "Now come on - the band should be inside and I'll get an estimation of when they wanna get home."


We walk inside and search for the group. I keep my eyes open for Talia but she seems to be nowhere; which is good. I find James almost completely drunk - he loves alcohol but doesn't deal well with it - Ryan almost completely sober - for which I scold him for - and Kurt and Aaron sticking together in a herd of girls from out of town. They're handing out autographs. When the girls see me, though, they freak.


"Shit,"
I think in my head and cringe as the girls shriek and surround me. They separate me from Clary, to my disappointment, and begin to hound me for autographs as well, handing me markers left and right and asking me too many questions. They are a little too touchy - it's weird for me. I deal with it the best I can.
 
SecretsInTime said:
"Whatever Clary! You're not sleeping in the basement," I say, laughing. I liked being loose and being able to joke with her; and especially when she returned the banter. The free speech was something I rarely had with people.
"The vocalist does get most of the attention. But in our school, since everyone knows us somewhat personally, the focus is on all of us equally; if we get bigger, I'll be the face and voice of the band and that's would be when the fangirls would flood in the door with 'Decklan' painted on their foreheads." I roll my eyes. "That would be interesting, to say the least."


I laugh at the effect that drinks have on everyone. "I might get a little looser and more fun," I say, laughing, "But otherwise I can handle drinks really well. Part of it comes from experience." I wink. "Now come on - the band should be inside and I'll get an estimation of when they wanna get home."


We walk inside and search for the group. I keep my eyes open for Talia but she seems to be nowhere; which is good. I find James almost completely drunk - he loves alcohol but doesn't deal well with it - Ryan almost completely sober - for which I scold him for - and Kurt and Aaron sticking together in a herd of girls from out of town. They're handing out autographs. When the girls see me, though, they freak.


"Shit,"
I think in my head and cringe as the girls shriek and surround me. They separate me from Clary, to my disappointment, and begin to hound me for autographs as well, handing me markers left and right and asking me too many questions. They are a little too touchy - it's weird for me. I deal with it the best I can.
I follow him closely as we get inside the pizzeria that was full of drunk people, it seems teenagers really loved to get drunk in time of the parties.


I didn't really want to make Decklan ask their friends if he could take her with them, but I had no option, I didn't want Allison to drive and get into an accident that could result in our deaths. I slowly followed Decklan as he got next to his members and started to look like a caring father that scolds his kids when they come with bad results in school. After their faces, all of them were pretty drunk.


They were already followed by fan girls but when they noticed Decklan, they just jumped on him and even started to pull around his clothes only to get him without t-shirt so they could take it home and fuck it probably. Gross. I made my way until I got next to a wall, carefully watching Decklan as he tried his best to not look annoyed by their ways of trying to get his autographs and photos. That made me laugh as I made some funny faces to him, of course my alcohol trying his best to show himself on my face.
 
Kurt and Aaron were leaning against one wall, laughing really hard at my face. They knew that I was trying my best to stay respectful ish to these girls, but really - they were trying to steal my jacket. What do I do with that?


"Ha, I'd rather keep this, thanks," I say, shrugging my jacket back onto my shoulder. I continue signing things - whether it's paper, items, or body parts... I find that last one really freaking weird.


One day, early on in our concerts, we were asked for an autograph from one loyal fan that we couldn't do. We hadn't practiced signatures! Our manager hustled us away and began to make us practice constantly. We had to characterize our signature to be like our image. Mine is thin with sharp letters, kind of squished together. At the next concert we found that loyal fan and gave her a band t-shirt with all our names signed on the back. She was ecstatic.


I think of that now and continue signing things, noticing funny faces on Clary's face now and then. I sneak a couple back to her sometimes. When I make enough of a gap in the crowd I get over to Kurt and Aaron again. They've had enough - like me - and they're ready to go.


I spit it out before I think about how to say it. "Do you mind if we take Clarissa home? She's drunk, her friend is drunk and she lives right next door, so..."


My compassion confuses them - well mostly Aaron, Kurt is already on to me and gives me a suggestive wink - but they agree. We pack up what is left to and board the van. The way it's set up, this van, is a driver's and passenger's seat, then a VERY tiny room where we put 2 old couches on either side, and then the storage unit in the back. We all get into the van, me bringing Clary close behind, until we're all where we normally are. Ryan is always up in passenger with the manager, Kurt and I on one couch and Aaron and James on the other. Today I save a spot for Clary by me - though I keep her on the outside of the couch so she isn't by Kurt.
 
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Kurt and Aaron were leaning against one wall, laughing really hard at my face. They knew that I was trying my best to stay respectful ish to these girls, but really - they were trying to steal my jacket. What do I do with that?
"Ha, I'd rather keep this, thanks," I say, shrugging my jacket back onto my shoulder. I continue signing things - whether it's paper, items, or body parts... I find that last one really freaking weird.


One day, early on in our concerts, we were asked for an autograph from one loyal fan that we couldn't do. We hadn't practiced signatures! Our manager hustled us away and began to make us practice constantly. We had to characterize our signature to be like our image. Mine is thin with sharp letters, kind of squished together. At the next concert we found that loyal fan and gave her a band t-shirt with all our names signed on the back. She was ecstatic.


I think of that now and continue signing things, noticing funny faces on Clary's face now and then. I sneak a couple back to her sometimes. When I make enough of a gap in the crowd I get over to Kurt and Aaron again. They've had enough - like me - and they're ready to go.


I spit it out before I think about how to say it. "Do you mind if we take Clarissa home? She's drunk, her friend is drunk and she lives right next door, so..."


My compassion confuses them - well mostly Aaron, Kurt is already on to me and gives me a suggestive wink - but they agree. We pack up what is left to and board the van. The way it's set up, this van, is a driver's and passenger's seat, then a VERY tiny room where we put 2 old couches on either side, and then the storage unit in the back. We all get into the van, me bringing Clary close behind, until we're all where we normally are. Ryan is always up in passenger with the manager, Kurt and I on one couch and Aaron and James on the other. Today I save a spot for Clary by me - though I keep her on the outside of the couch so she isn't by Kurt.
When I notice he does funny faces back I start to laugh, even though he was busy with signing all that papers, t-shirts and even skin he still made time to look at me, that was cute.


I waited until he finished talking to his band mates and I came closer when he made a sign. I said hi to all the guys and I finally found out their names. Until then I knew only Decklan and James, and it was nice to meet all of them, even though they looked at me and Decklan with a suspicious look.


I followed them, mostly staying next to Decklan as we got inside the van, it was pretty big and full with instruments. I sighed relieved when I noticed that I was sitting only next to Decklan. I placed my head on his shoulder, the running and the alcohol made me way too sleepy to even keep my head up. I always had the bad habit to place my legs on the sofa, so I did that. My phone was unlocked so it means my dad still didn't call me.


"Won't your mother mind that I'll stay in tonight?"
I mutter as I look at him with my almost sleeping face.
 
Clary is starting to fade away with the alcohol. I should've guessed that would happen soon enough - she doesn't look like she drinks very often. She sits next to me, looking a bit relieved, but then to my surprise lays her head on my shoulder. She tucks her legs into the couch as well - seems she's curling up on me. My arm burns with the contact, and I can feel the adrenaline in me I'm sure she doesn't notice.


She also doesn't notice all the wide eyed grins and joking amongst the guys around us. "Ryan is missing the show! Decklan's gone soft!!" James whispers excitedly to Aaron, his eyes glazed over with alcohol. I narrow my eyes at him - I know I'll be stalked by them tomorrow with questions.


"Won't your mother mind that I'll stay in tonight?" Clary asks softly. She looks up at me with half-closed eyes and a peaceful face without worries. My heart skips - she's so close to me, so beautiful and -


"Oh shut up, Decklan," I think to myself. "She's just drunk. She's just your neighbor. She is only with you now because she had no other ride. She doesn't like you."


But anyways. I don't think anyone hears her question but me - she's falling asleep quickly and talking very quietly. I say back to her in a hushed tone, "She'll be asleep. And she doesn't check on me in the mornings. She doesn't have to find out you're staying if you don't want her to."
 
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Clary is starting to fade away with the alcohol. I should've guessed that would happen soon enough - she doesn't look like she drinks very often. She sits next to me, looking a bit relieved, but then to my surprise lays her head on my shoulder. She tucks her legs into the couch as well - seems she's curling up on me. My arm burns with the contact, and I can feel the adrenaline in me I'm sure she doesn't notice.
She also doesn't notice all the wide eyed grins and joking amongst the guys around us. "Ryan is missing the show! Decklan's gone soft!!" James whispers excitedly to Aaron, his eyes glazed over with alcohol. I narrow my eyes at him - I know I'll be stalked by them tomorrow with questions.


"Won't your mother mind that I'll stay in tonight?" Clary asks softly. She looks up at me with half-closed eyes and a peaceful face without worries. My heart skips - she's so close to me, so beautiful and -


"Oh shut up, Decklan," I think to myself. "She's just drunk. She's just your neighbor. She is only with you now because she had no other ride. She doesn't like you."


But anyways. I don't think anyone hears her question but me - she's falling asleep quickly and talking very quietly. I say back to her in a hushed tone, "She'll be asleep. And she doesn't check on me in the mornings. She doesn't have to find out you're staying if you don't want her to."
The alcohol just played games with my mind, like always. I never drank that much before, maybe just one shot but this time I got drunk because Allison and her obsession with James. I just want to sleep, I always want to sleep after I have gone to the beach, because it was calming me and it made me look safe but now I am drunk too.


''Okay..'' I whisper when he hears Decklan talking, sounding like a baby mostly. I didn't think that Decklan's mother would mind, but it was better if she wouldn't know.


It was kind of cold in the night and I only had a t-shirt and my leather jacket, ''I should've know that it will get cold.'' I mutter to myself. I am always careless when it comes to dressing for cold weather. I take my sleepy head off his shoulder and I try to get it under his arm until I finally succeed and I place my head on his chest this time, curling up more. I mostly did that because I remember it was really warm last night, when he had to remain in my room.


I fall asleep as I move my head sometimes to place it better. I really didn't care about anything in that time, only to get in a warm bed to sleep when I finally notice that the van stopped and I try to open my eyes a little bit as I notice James making his way out of the van as he says bye to all the group, almost falling because the alcohol. It seems the van is stopping at everyone's house.
 
She whispers back something that I assume was agreement because I didn't really hear her. She's about to fall asleep, when she curls herself under my arm and rests on my chest. All my friends' jaws just drop and they cover their mouths with their hands, trying not to laugh. After a few minutes when she's definitely asleep, they start to comment in hushed whispers.


"Oh my god, Decklan, you're letting her TOUCH YOU!" James says. laughing quietly.


"Seriously bro, she's sleeping on you... She has to be liking the bad boy thing," Aaron chuckles.


"Guys, she's drunk," I grumble, annoyed and rolling my eyes. "She doesn't know what's happening."


"Yeah, and I'm the Queen of England," James snorts - his typical sarcastic joke to that effect is always that.


Kurt quietly says, "Come on, Decklan, we've seen your face too. And don't tell me you're drunk too - that's bull. You are always aware when you're drunk."


"What do you want me to do, push her off of me?" I hiss.


"Well, we wouldn't be surprised if you did..." James says. falling back on the couch in laughter. He's really wasted.


"Shut up!" I say back. The conversation goes on much like this, until James leaves for the first stop and Clary arouses somewhat. I laugh softly as James trips on nothing. He's completely gone. Wait till his mother sees him...


I explain to Clary, "Aaron's next and then us. Don't worry." We set off again on the road. Kurt moves to the other couch.


"Please - feel free to spread out," He says with a smirk. I just roll my eyes - I'm doing that a lot tonight - and stay put.
 
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She whispers back something that I assume was agreement because I didn't really hear her. She's about to fall asleep, when she curls herself under my arm and rests on my chest. All my friends' jaws just drop and they cover their mouths with their hands, trying not to laugh. After a few minutes when she's definitely asleep, they start to comment in hushed whispers.
"Oh my god, Decklan, you're letting her TOUCH YOU!" James says. laughing quietly.


"Seriously bro, she's sleeping on you... She has to be liking the bad boy thing," Aaron chuckles.


"Guys, she's drunk," I grumble, annoyed and rolling my eyes. "She doesn't know what's happening."


"Yeah, and I'm the Queen of England," James snorts - his typical sarcastic joke to that effect is always that.


Kurt quietly says, "Come on, Decklan, we've seen your face too. And don't tell me you're drunk too - that's bull. You are always aware when you're drunk."


"What do you want me to do, push her off of me?" I hiss.


"Well, we wouldn't be surprised if you did..." James says. falling back on the couch in laughter. He's really wasted.


"Shut up!" I say back. The conversation goes on much like this, until James leaves for the first stop and Clary arouses somewhat. I laugh softly as James trips on nothing. He's completely gone. Wait till his mother sees him...


I explain to Clary, "Aaron's next and then us. Don't worry." We set off again on the road. Kurt moves to the other couch.


"Please - feel free to spread out," He says with a smirk. I just roll my eyes - I'm doing that a lot tonight - and stay put.
I continue sleeping as I get a little bit warmer, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to get closer to Decklan. I kind of started to regret that I looked so uninterested in him, but this time I won't do that again, he could be a good friend and he was her neighbor after all. I remained aroused as I continue to look around, noticing that Kurt- if she remembered right, moved on the couch giving a smirk to Decklan. ''Maybe I should move away from him.'' I think to myself as I look a little bit at the empty spot, I could just make myself comfortable there.


''I can move there if you want...'' I whisper as I look a little bit at him. Maybe he felt uncomfortable with her there and of course his band mates were giving her some weird looks, it was that weird that a girl was staying nex to Decklan? I feel the van stoping again as Aaron gets out of the van, waving at the guys and throwing a smirk to Decklan. He seemed he was more awaken than the others.
 
I shush her when she asks about the empty space on the couch. "Shh, just sleep, you're fine." I say quietly. Kurt is watching me intently. I can feel his powerful stare on me - the same one he's had since I've known him. So, basically, he's had it forever. He always can make you feel like he's reading your soul - and sometimes I think he actually does. Though he's known me for so long, he probably just knows me so well he can guess.


And he's probably guessing what I'm guessing right now - that I am so utterly screwed.


The van stops at my house, finally. I look down to Clary, checking if she was awake. I wasn't opposed to carrying her, but if she can walk that would avoid more confrontation.
 
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I shush her when she asks about the empty space on the couch. "Shh, just sleep, you're fine." I say quietly. Kurt is watching me intently. I can feel his powerful stare on me - the same one he's had since I've known him. So, basically, he's had it forever. He always can make you feel like he's reading your soul - and sometimes I think he actually does. Though he's known me for so long, he probably just knows me so well he can guess.
And he's probably guessing what I'm guessing right now - that I am so utterly screwed.


The van stops at my house, finally. I look down to Clary, checking if she was awake. I wasn't opposed to carrying her, but if she can walk that would avoid more confrontation.
I placed my head back on his chest when he says it is ok for me to stay. I wasn't sure if he did that because he just tried to be gentleman or he had other intentions. I always tried to see things deep when I was drunk, but I got that off my head fast when I noticed the van stopped. I finally get my head from his chest and get up, still needing some help to get down from the van, hoping I won't fall and break my leg or anything.


When we get in front of the house and Decklan unlocks the door, I try my best to don't make any noises while we go upstairs, and I slowly open the door of his room. It seems his parents were really into the dream realms and that won't be a problem. I looked through the window and noticed no light in my house, good, it meant my dad was sleeping. I placed my jacket on one of the chairs and placed myself on it as I got my converse off. My clothes were a little bit sweaty and I never liked to sleep in the clothes I was going out with.


''Um... do you have a t-shirt I could sleep in, or anything?..'' I ask as I keep looking down, surprised by my own request, as I try my best to not look like I feel a little bit annoying in that moment.
 
I steady her arm as we walk inside and the van drives away. I unlock the door quietly and we sneak upstairs past my mother and stepdad. They're fairly heavy sleepers - it's usually no problem. One good thing about this house.


I get into my room with Clary and think of the night before. She seemed okay with me without a shirt... I wonder if I should do the same thing now? I suddenly am very conscious of how I look in this situation. I take off my shoes, but ultimately decide to keep my shirt and everything else. I don't want to scare her too much when she wakes up in the morning, no longer drunk.


Then she asks for a shirt... Things just got complicated.


I look at her, slightly surprised, and nod wordlessly. I throw open my closet and grab the simplest one I have - a royal blue crew neck - and toss it to her. Is she planning on just wearing that? Yeah, I better keep my clothes on. She is going to lose her shit when she wakes up tomorrow...


I offer to leave the room for a moment so she can dress. I go to the bathroom where I splash my face with water. "This is happening, Decklan, and you're not going to panic, you're not going to be awkward, you're not going to be anything," I think to myself. I brush my teeth through my little pep talk, scrubbing the taste of the alcohol out of my mouth. I start to head back to the room.
 
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I steady her arm as we walk inside and the van drives away. I unlock the door quietly and we sneak upstairs past my mother and stepdad. They're fairly heavy sleepers - it's usually no problem. One good thing about this house.
I get into my room with Clary and think of the night before. She seemed okay with me without a shirt... I wonder if I should do the same thing now? I suddenly am very conscious of how I look in this situation. I take off my shoes, but ultimately decide to keep my shirt and everything else. I don't want to scare her too much when she wakes up in the morning, no longer drunk.


Then she asks for a shirt... Things just got complicated.


I look at her, slightly surprised, and nod wordlessly. I throw open my closet and grab the simplest one I have - a royal blue crew neck - and toss it to her. Is she planning on just wearing that? Yeah, I better keep my clothes on. She is going to lose her shit when she wakes up tomorrow...


I offer to leave the room for a moment so she can dress. I go to the bathroom where I splash my face with water. "This is happening, Decklan, and you're not going to panic, you're not going to be awkward, you're not going to be anything," I think to myself. I brush my teeth through my little pep talk, scrubbing the taste of the alcohol out of my mouth. I start to head back to the room.
I look a little bit at him and notice he is surprised by my request, but he doesn't say anything and he just makes his way to the closet and hands me a shirt. ''Should I ask him to leave or should I tell him just to turn?..''I mutter to myself but I he already offers to leave the room, as he closes the door. The shirt was pretty big, but that was good enough, better than a small one. I take off my shirt and my skirt, it was a good thing I had my boxers on so it won't be that weird as it should be. I get the shirt on, and as I knew, it was pretty big and large, but it smelt nice and it was good enough. I get my hair in a bun, trying my best to keep on my two feet, as I get myself in the bed, under the covers.


I waited until Decklan appeared and made his way into the bed too and in my drunk state that I would surely regret tomorrow, I made my way next to him and curled a little bit. This reminded me of the way I was using to curl with my mother, and Decklan seemed like a close person now, not just an acquaintance. ''Warm..'' I kind of whisper as I move my head slightly, falling asleep fast.


In the morning, my phone starts to vibrate on the floor as I try to get some minutes of sleep, my head was hurting a little bit, but it was so warm in that bed that I would better die than get out of it. I roll myself a little bit and notice that a weight was on my waist., but continued to sleep, hoping that my phone could just throw himself out of the room.
 
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I walked in the room carefully, peering around the side of the door. Clary was in the bed already. She was tucked into the covers, seemingly okay. I hide my nervousness and tuck myself in on the other side, watching her out of the corner of my eye.


And like before, she just tucks herself under my arm and on my chest. She kind of reminds me of a little rabbit - that's the first thing that comes to mind at least.


Part of me tells me to stop getting attached right now. The other says enjoy this while you can - she won't be very happy by morning. She'll probably have a killer hangover, too.


And in that way, with Clary laying on me and these thoughts running through my head, are how I fall asleep.


Now, I never ever wake up to quiet alarms, yes. But the morning after alcohol, I always wake up around 8 AM. It's like I'm half part of those people who wake up extremely early without a hangover after parties, and half part normal hangover people. So, I wake up automatically early and have a small, manageable hangover. I tease all the guys about it since I'm so lucky to have the best of both worlds - but they're not.


However, I didn't know what kind Clary was last night. Since she is still curled up and fast asleep on me, she must be the normal type. Luckily I have some remedies I can get her... But I don't really want to get up now. I'll lay here for a while and enjoy her warmth.


Her phone rings on the floor. She stirs, but ultimately stays. I smile softly - whoever is calling will have to wait. I just hope it isn't her father.
 
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I walked in the room carefully, peering around the side of the door. Clary was in the bed already. She was tucked into the covers, seemingly okay. I hide my nervousness and tuck myself in on the other side, watching her out of the corner of my eye.
And like before, she just tucks herself under my arm and on my chest. She kind of reminds me of a little rabbit - that's the first thing that comes to mind at least.


Part of me tells me to stop getting attached right now. The other says enjoy this while you can - she won't be very happy by morning. She'll probably have a killer hangover, too.


And in that way, with Clary laying on me and these thoughts running through my head, are how I fall asleep.


Now, I never ever wake up to quiet alarms, yes. But the morning after alcohol, I always wake up around 8 AM. It's like I'm half part of those people who wake up extremely early without a hangover after parties, and half part normal hangover people. So, I wake up automatically early and have a small, manageable hangover. I tease all the guys about it since I'm so lucky to have the best of both worlds - but they're not.


However, I didn't know what kind Clary was last night. Since she is still curled up and fast asleep on me, she must be the normal type. Luckily I have some remedies I can get her... But I don't really want to get up now. I'll lay here for a while and enjoy her warmth.


Her phone rings on the floor. She stirs, but ultimately stays. I smile softly - whoever is calling will have to wait. I just hope it isn't her father.
The phone keeps vibrating on the floor making my head explode. My dad could call me and I had to move like a ninja so he won't notice that I came from Decklan's house, or it could be Allison thinking that I died and would beg me to forgive me because she left me all alone. After I roll a little bit in the end I decide to get up and I search for the phone almost falling from the bed. After I pick it up and answer it I throw myself back on the bed, my head felt like a huge rock you can't pick up. I didn't even care that my head landed back on Decklan's chest, even though I had too many shots I remembered the most part of then night: the running in the waves, him picking me up, that I promised to ride with him to school - I should try my best to avoid that and the part where I asked him if I could sleep to his house. It wasn't a big deal, after all he slept in my room too, and he helped me a lot of times, I should really repay him one day. After I get out of my dreaming state I notice that my dad was at the phone and already asked ''Hello?'' 10 times. I get up fast and look a little bit at Decklan.


''Hey dad! Sorry, Allison was sleeping and I had to leave the room so she won't wake up.'' I lie as I keep wandering around the room, in the shirt he gave me and my boxers as I was biting the sleeve from the shirt.


'' When will you get home?'' He asks with his raspy voice.


''In half a hour I think, I am sure Allison will wake up.''





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'' When will you get home?'' He asks with his raspy voice.


''In half a hour I think, I am sure Allison will wake up.''


''I'll wait for you then, so we could talk.''





''Talk about what?'' What does he mean talk? Did he find out? If he did he would be already on the window ready to fight with everyone in the house and pick me up and throw me in my room.


''You'll see when you get home. Be careful.'' He says as he closes and I keep looking around the room as I pick up my clothes.


My head was hurting even more as I pulled the shirt off and placed back my t-shirt and my skirt, I didn't even care that Decklan was in the room, I felt like ready to faint and I hopped that dad won't notice that I was drunk last night. ''Do you have any pills or something? My head hurts.'' I mutter as I sit back on the bed, getting my converse on.
 
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Eventually she gets up, rolling off of me to my disappointment. She answers her phone and then rolls back onto me, though this time it's not a very good position for me and I cringe. But almost right after she bolts up again. It's indeed her dad and she's spouting some lies about how she's at Allison's and she'll be home in a half hour. I'm stretching and thinking up a secretive plan when suddenly...


She undresses in front of me?!


At first I'm just shocked, but then right after I'm looking at the ceiling. She must really have a hangover if she just did that. She isn't thinking straight...


My suspicions are confirmed when she asks for a pill. "Don't worry, I have the best remedy," I say as I get up quickly. "The guys all need it all the time..."


I walk downstairs to the kitchen quietly. My stepfather is already gone - he leaves early in the morning - but my mother likes to sleep in. I find two glasses and fill them with water, then dissolve a vitamin tablet I found to help a lot inside it. Overall it tastes like mint and lemon. It's kinda weird, but not gross.


I mix them and walk back upstairs with the two glasses, walk into the room and hand one to Clary. "Multivitamin and water. It helps, trust me."


"What's the situation?" I ask for more details as I take a drink.
 
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Eventually she gets up, rolling off of me to my disappointment. She answers her phone and then rolls back onto me, though this time it's not a very good position for me and I cringe. But almost right after she bolts up again. It's indeed her dad and she's spouting some lies about how she's at Allison's and she'll be home in a half hour. I'm stretching and thinking up a secretive plan when suddenly...
She undresses in front of me?!


At first I'm just shocked, but then right after I'm looking at the ceiling. She must really have a hangover if she just did that. She isn't thinking straight...


My suspicions are confirmed when she asks for a pill. "Don't worry, I have the best remedy," I say as I get up quickly. "The guys all need it all the time..."


I walk downstairs to the kitchen quietly. My stepfather is already gone - he leaves early in the morning - but my mother likes to sleep in. I find two glasses and fill them with water, then dissolve a vitamin tablet I found to help a lot inside it. Overall it tastes like mint and lemon. It's kinda weird, but not gross.


I mix them and walk back upstairs with the two glasses, walk into the room and hand one to Clary. "Multivitamin and water. It helps, trust me."


"What's the situation?" I ask for more details as I take a drink.
I look at him as he leaves and the room and returns with two glasses as he hands me one. I get it and smell it a little bit, it looks good enough and the smell is not that bad so I drink it immediately, hoping it will help. It seems he was used to this kind of situation of course.


''The good part is that I have half a hour to get home without dad getting worried and crazy or something, bad part he wants to talk with me about something. I don't know if it is good or bad, maybe he found out, but if he would've found out I would be tied in my room. Maybe he wants to talk to my about a job I want, Allison said I could try at the pizzeria you and your band play sometimes, I could work there. Or he wants to set me up a nice date with another work mate son he found in his company that he thinks it is prince charming.'' I roll my eyes. I always talk fast when I feel a little bit anxious and I shake my leg a little bit.


''So, I am screwed.'' I finally say.


''How will I get there without him being suspicious or something.'' I ask as I look at him for a little bit.
 
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I smile mischievously, much like James does so often when it's time for the after party. "Do you even know who you're talking to, Clary? I am the master of deception." I wink.


"Now for my plan... We're gonna need a few things." I ignore the concern her face has. "First, I have to dig into my mother's closet and find her Halloween costume wig from last year. This might be interesting since she's still asleep."


"Next you're gonna need to be able to sneak behind walls and trees and jump fences." I smirk.


"Finally... I have to borrow my neighbor's car..." I smile nervously. "They said I could borrow it a while back..."
 
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I smile mischievously, much like James does so often when it's time for the after party. "Do you even know who you're talking to, Clary? I am the master of deception." I wink.
"Now for my plan... We're gonna need a few things." I ignore the concern her face has. "First, I have to dig into my mother's closet and find her Halloween costume wig from last year. This might be interesting since she's still asleep."


"Next you're gonna need to be able to sneak behind walls and trees and jump fences." I smirk.


"Finally... I have to borrow my neighbor's car..." I smile nervously. "They said I could borrow it a while back..."
''Do you even know who you're talking to? I am Clary that can't pass gym class because she can't throw a ball. And second, I am in a skirt so I invite you to jump the fences and what you said there. A wig? From your mother's closet? And your neighbor car that I am surely she won't let you use.'' I say after I listened to his plan. He seriously plans to get a wig so he can look like Allison and drive me to the door in our neighbor car?


''Sorry to tell you, princess, but we are not in a movie. If your mom will catch you, I'll get in trouble and she'll think you discovered your gay side.'' I smirk this time, it will be funny to look at Decklan with a wig on, talking like a girl. I cross my arms as I await for his response.


''I could just get out the door, walk along the bushes, then pretend I actually came from there, walking, like a normal person.'' I say, I am not the best at making plans to hide something, but it was better than stealing a wig, a car and jump over fences.
 
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