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Scars And A Daisy - Chapter Thirteen

Brookie goes back to Jeremy's! Picture is of Anna and Brookie!
Jack drives with the radio blaring, and I can't be one hundred percent sure that he hasn't been drinking. I wonder if I should be nervous. But I'm not. "What were you two doing way out here?" He asks, looking back at us when we stop at a red light.

"Cameron." Jeremy says, and Jack nods, like he knows automatically what that means.

I just lean my head against the window and watch the trees pass by when we start moving again. I'm wondering how we got to this. Last night I couldn't stand the thought of him. He wasn't acting like he wanted us to be together, but tonight.. Maybe I was wrong about yesterday. His arms snakes around my waist and he pulls me to his side. Maybe I was definitely wrong about yesterday, I think as I rest my head on his shoulder. I had to have been wrong. He's acting like he likes me now.

We reach the blue house and he holds my hand as we walk inside. The party is in full swing. Loud cheering from the pong table draws Jeremy's attention, and he walks over. He hasn't let go of my hand, so I follow him. Cameron and Anna are on one side of the table, wide grins on their faces as they watch the other team fail miserably at their throws. "Woo!" Anna cheers as she tosses the pong-ball straight into her opponents cup.

"I'm going to murder her." I mutter.

"No, don't do that." Jeremy whispers into my ear.

"Why not?" I grumble.

He chuckles lightly. "I don't think you'd do so well in jail."

I frown, but then nod in agreement. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

He tugs on my arm gently. "Come on, let's go get something to drink."

I follow him to the fridge and he pulls out a beer for him and some kind of pink, fruity alcoholic drink for me.

Two drinks later I'm playing beer pong on Anna's team. Cameron and Jeremy play against us, and thankfully we're winning. I've come to discover that Anna cheers for nearly anything. "Yay!" She giggles as my shot bounces off the rim of one of the cups.

"No, Anna, that's not a good thing!"

But she's clearly too drunk to understand. She topples against the wall for support and moves her hand to her stomach. "Oh, I think I'm going to throw up. Where's the bathroom?" I follow her as she stumbles behind Cameron, who leads the way to the bathroom. As soon as we reach it, she falls to her knees in front of the toilet, leans forward and starts puking. "Oh, that's disgusting." Cam says, backing up.

"How much did you give her to drink?" Jeremy asks, having followed us over.

"I don't remember." Cam says. He looks fairly drunk himself.

"Great." I say.

"I want to go to sleep." Anna mutters, before vomiting again. Thankfully it's all going straight into the toilet.

"You can later, sweetie." I say, rubbing her back. She nods and vomits a bit more before wiping her mouth with some toilet paper and getting up.

"I think I'm done." She says, though she still looks a bit green.

Cameron helps her up and we stand there for a minute. Russell passes by with his girlfriend, Sally. She pauses by the door. "Does she need somewhere to sleep?"

We all nod and Sally chuckles. "She can have the futon in Russell's room. We probably won't be crashing until super late anyway, since I don't have to work tomorrow!" She takes Anna's hand and leads her off.

I look up at Jeremy and Cameron. They have wide grins and I shake my head. "No. No, that does not mean you win by default. If anything you lose, Cameron, because you got my partner drunk."

Cam tilts his head to the side and then gestures to the table. "Don't hate the player, hate the game."

"You're ridiculous. I could still beat you. Both of you. Without Anna. Shall we continue the game?"

They share a look, both nearly drunk off confidence alone, and they simultaneously head for the pong table.

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As he pulls his shirt off, I'm wondering how we got back here. Back to this. Drunk, in his bedroom. "I can't believe you won that game." He says.

I smile, nodding my head with maybe a bit too much emphasis. "I told you that I could." I say, dragging out the o's in 'told'.

He chuckles and my smile grows. "Let's get you to bed." He says, walking towards me.

"I'm not actually tired." I say. My words sound a bit slurred, even to me, and he turns to face me with a grin.

"Me either."

I want to kiss him, and it's not just the alcohol in me talking. Alcohol. That reminds me. "I really want another one of those pink drinks." I say, trying to keep my balance as I stand on one foot, tugging at my shoe. I barely manage to keep from falling over before I can get it off, but I decide to sit down on his bed to get the second one off.

"Me too. But not a pink one." Jeremy tells me. He holds up one finger, in a 'wait' gesture, and then turns for the door. "I'll be right back."

I get my other shoe off and fall backwards onto the flat pillows he has. "You need some new pillows." I mumble, before remembering that he can't hear me because he's downstairs.

I think back to yesterday - was it really only yesterday? - when he was appalled by the thought of us being together. Maybe, I took it the wrong way.

I hear him coming back up the stairs, each step creaking underneath him. There's a loud thump and a few muttered curse words and a giggle escapes me. He comes into the room appearing to be unharmed but he scowls when he sees me laughing. "Did you really just fall up the stairs?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes but a light pink covers his cheeks. "Yeah. It's those stupid stairs."

"Mhmm. Sure."

He passes me the pink drink I wanted and then pops the top on his beer. "I don't know how you manage to drink that." I murmur, twisting the top off and taking a sip from my bottle of fruity alcohol. He sits down beside me and leans against the wall.

"You're crazy." He says. "Beer's great."

"I'm perfectly insane. I mean not sane." I correct myself and glance down at my drink. "No, that's not what I meant."

He laughs. "You don't even know what you mean."

"That's not true! I do!" I laugh back. He leans closer to me and pokes my side.

"Then why can't you say it?"

I giggle when he pokes me again. "I'm a hundred percent not crazy."

"That's not what you were trying to say."

"Sane. I'm sane." I finally say. I take a sip and lean my head against the wall. "You're the crazy one." I tell him, closing my eyes.

"Oh? Why's that?"

"Because."

"That's not a reason." He says, a smile in his voice.

I keep my eyes closed. "You're crazy because you don't make sense."

"And you do?" He asks, laughing slightly.

"I do."

"What you said a second ago doesn't make much sense."

"It does though. You really don't make sense."

"Why do you think that?" He taps his fingers against his can of beer and I finally open my eyes.

I hesitate, wondering if I really want to get into all of this tonight. He's staring at me, expectantly and I make my decision. "Why do you get so upset whenever anyone thinks that you and I are together?"

His eyebrows knits together. "What do you mean?" He asks.

I sigh. "Like when Chris thought we were dating you were all, 'Definitely not'." I air quote the words and he rolls his eyes.

"Why shouldn't I get upset? We aren't dating."

"But why do you get upset? Would it be so bad? I mean, if we were?"

"If we were dating?" He sounds incredulous.

"Yeah." I say quietly.

"Yeah, it would."

His words sting, a lot. "See? You don't make any sense." I say, trying to hold back my tears.

"What?" He's looking at me like I grew an extra head.

"You don't make sense." I tell him, trying to figure out how to clarify. "You act like you like me. You mess with my head and you go and say it'd be awful for us to be together. I don't get it. It doesn't make sense. Do you like me or not?"

He stays quiet for a minute, occasionally taking gulps of his beer until the can is empty and he chucks it across the room. It hits the wall with a 'clang' and lands less noisily on a dirty shirt on the floor. "What do you want me to say?" He finally says, sounding almost defeated.

I want to cry. "You know what? Never mind. It doesn't matter. I'm going home." I push myself up and stumble off his bed. I try to walk towards his door but trip on something and crash down to the floor. I drop the bottle and manage to block my face from bashing against the hardwood floor, but pain shoots through my elbows and knees.

"Brookie!" He's beside me in a second. He starts to help me up, and I think he's going to help me to the door when he leads me back towards his bed.

"Let me go." I grumble, straining to get out of his grip. "I want to go home."

"You can't go home, Brookie. You're drunk."

I realize he's right. I can't go home. Not like this. I don't have my car for one thing. Mom would skin me alive for another. I look around his room, and then sink down beside his bed and start to cry. I can't help it, the tears just come out. My elbows and knees are still throbbing from my fall, I can't go home, and I feel like Jeremy doesn't actually want me to stay here. It's overwhelming. And I think I've had too much to drink.

"Brookie?" He sits down beside me and I cover my face with my hands. "What... why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying." I try to lie, but my voice wavers. I pull my knees up to my chest, wrap my arms around my legs and lay my head on the tops of my knees.

His hand touches my back lightly, and then he starts to rub circles on my back. I'm not quite sure why I'm crying but the tears keep coming.

"I'm sorry." He says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"For what?" I hiccup.

"I don't know. Whatever it is I did that made you cry."

I look up at him, my tears have slowed and I'm mostly just sniffing now. "Remember when you said you wanted to kiss me?" I ask. He nods, and from the look on his face I can guess that he wants to know where I'm going with this. "Well, you said you didn't because I was drunk." He nods again, still looking confused. "Did you really only not kiss me because I was drunk? Or did you really just not want to kiss me?"

"We talked about a lot that night." He says, and I know that he's remembering how he told me about his mom. I also remember hearing about when he got beat up. But that's not what I want to talk about now.

"I know. I remember. But you haven't answered my question."

He sighs. "What do you want from me?"

I wipe the remaining tears from my cheeks and shrug. "I don't know. For starters, how about a straight answer?"

"Yes. I wanted to kiss you. But I didn't, because you were drunk. I don't kiss girls if I'm not a hundred percent sure that they want me too."

I let that sink in for a minute, trying to decipher where I stand with this boy. "That makes even less sense with the rest of what you're saying."

He runs his hand through his hair. "What else do you want?'

"I asked you earlier if you like me."

Jeremy lets out a loud sigh. "Yeah."

"Yeah, what?"

"Yeah, I like you. Happy now?" Wait, what? Yeah? He likes me? I'm almost more confused than I was before. I sit quietly for a minute. "You look constipated." He says and I half laugh.

"You don't make sense." I tell him.

"You wanted to know." He says. "I told you, and now I'm the one who doesn't make sense?"

"If you like me then why would it be bad for us to be together?"

He just shakes his head. "You're not going to remember most of this in the morning."

"No, I will." I argue.

He shakes his head again, and digs through his drawers. His shirt is still off, and I stare at his abs as he fumbles with the button on his jeans. I can't tear my eyes away as he pulls his pants off and slips into a pair of his plaid pajama pants. He turns to me, and tosses me a shirt.

"I don't have any more pants that will fit you, but this shirt is pretty large."

I catch the shirt and just nod. I don't really care. Maybe I am a bit drunk. But I'm not going to forget tonight. "You seem to forget that I have a knack for remembering things. Drunk or not." I say.

He shrugs. "Can you just drop it?"

I motion for him to turn around and with a loud sigh, he does. I change quickly and scoot to the side that I decide is just my side whenever I stay here, and then tell him he can turn back around. He does and sits down beside me. "Are you alright?" He asks, as he untangles his blanket from the few clothes strewn across it.

I shake my head. "No, not really."

He bites his bottom lip and I look away. "I'm sorry." He says. It's the third apology I've received from him since meeting him. I lay down and turn onto my side so I'm facing the wall. He gets up and I think he's leaving but the light flicks off. "I'll be back in a bit." He says quietly. So he is leaving. I curl up on my side and try to forget tonight. After a few minutes, I feel the bed dip as he lays down. There's the faint scent of smoke, and I wonder why he went somewhere else to smoke. Maybe he knows that smoking bothers me. The thought of him leaving so he won't bother me with the smoke makes me smile. I suddenly remember that I dropped my drink somewhere on his floor and start to sit up. "What is it?" He asks.

"My drink."

He laughs. "Isn't it a bit late to be drinking?"

I roll my eyes, but realize that he can't see that he can't see it. "I don't want to drink it. I spilt it, when I fell. Remember? I should clean it up."

"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it tomorrow." He shifts so he's closer to me and he tugs on my arm until I lay back down. I hesitantly face the wall again, worrying about the stain that drink will leave.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

He slides on arm over my waist and his legs tangle with mine as he snuggles up behind me. "Yes. I'm sure, now go to sleep." He pulls the blanket up over us and I feel so comfortable.

"Okay." I whisper. "Goodnight, Jeremy."

There's a brief pause, and then he says, "Goodnight, Brookie. Sweet dreams."

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Comment Replies

Bookluver78 - You're so energetic- I love it! Hehehe, I'm glad you liked that part! Yay! I'm so glad I made you happy! Sorry about the weird looks you got though hahaha! They're just jealous! Hahaha what'd you think of this chapter?? Let me know! :D I can't wait to hear from you!

Chrystina J - Let me clarify - Portland, Maine (I dunno if you thought I meant like Portland, Oregon haha) But, in Portland, Maine, there's a club called Bingas and you can get in pretty easily. They have lots of fun nights too - like Color Night (or is it called Paint Night?) They ask you to wear all white and throughout the night they throw paint and stuff out at you and you get coated in it - its so much fun! Thanks for the comment! I hope you enjoyed the chapter!!

Zelia - Eep! I'm glad you were happy to read the chapter!! I hope you like this one too! :) Hahahaha, yeeess. Brookie is definitely an over-thinker! And it always messes things up for her! She needs to learn to be more relaxed about things! (Gah - is it weird that I talk about my characters as if they're actual people? Oops. Oh well)
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