"You and I are completely wrong for each other."

I stopped unbuttoning Alex Kline's shirt as he spoke, his lips barely moving against my neck. Those weren't the words of lust we had been whispering just seconds ago. Those were promises of amazing things that would happen if we continued.

Those were words to cause sobriety to make an appearance, and fast.

"Uh, Alex?" He pulled away, his usually sparkling green eyes were glazed over with lust... and a very large amount of alcohol.

"What is it, Bre?" I pulled away completely, pushing my shirt back down all the way and buttoning my pants back up. Talk about a buzz kill.

"'You and I are completely wrong for each other'? Is that your idea of getting in the mood?" Alex sighed and put a hand on my hip, rubbing his thumb on the bare skin exposed by my too small tshirt.

"Brenna, you know I'm drunk. Come on, just forget it." I moved away half an inch, not wanting to lose the slightly erotic touch at my hip but wanting to make a statement.

"What did you mean by it, Alex?"

He bit his lip, staring at me as if I had just asked him why he wore two shoes instead of one. Like it was evident. Like I should of known all along.

"Bre, just... come on. Just forget it." Both of his hands were on my hips and he was pressing kisses to my belly button, something he did when we were just friends. Before this tangled web of sex, alcohol, and more sex.

"I'm not gonna forget it, Alex. Either tell me and I'll decide if I wanna continue or I'll just leave now." And taking a deep breath, I moved out of his reach. Yes, me. Brenna Carter, Alex Kline's favorite chew toy, finally made a brave choice. I can say no. I can say no. I can say no.

Admist my self-esteem building chant, Alex stood up and walked away from the bed. Well, staggered away from the bed.

"I don't know. I just... maybe I meant... I just think that we're different. I mean, you're mostly this quiet school girl who gets the lead in every play and has Sunday brunch with your parents and me? I'm in trouble every day, my extracurricular activities are partying and drinking, and my parents probably don't realize they even have a kid anymore. You can just do so much better than me, Brenna, and I don't know why you stay with me. I use you! I'm horrible to you!" I threw my hands in the air and stood up as well.

"Pack your bags, we're going on a pity trip!" Alex glared at me and then walked forward a bit so he could face me head on.

"So it is a pity trip when I try to tell you that I think you are amazing?" I paused as if processing and then nodded my head.

"Honey, you knew I was going to sleep with you. You didn't need to pull out the violin." He walked closer, his steps not so shaken. Ah, the alcohol was seeping away.

"Dammit, Brenna, you know I don't pull that kind of bull!"

I motioned around us as if to say that he apparently did. And when my eyes met his again, he was inches away from me. And glowing red. I could almost see smoke trickle from his ears if I was in a comical mood.

"Listen, maybe we are both just too drunk. I'll call you in the morning and we can decide what's going on then."

And I walked away from Alex Kline. I walked away from lucious brown hair, sparkling green eyes, a body to die for, and pretty much no-strings-attached sex. I was inwardly proud. Outwardly, my body was still a little... hungry.

It wasn't getting fed tonight.

And the next morning came all too soon. I was slightly hung over (because after a fight, what girl doesn't drink her way into oblivion?) and I was unable to remember what the fight had actually been about. Never a good sign.

My phone rang, a shrill metallic sound echoing over my room and making my eyes cross. I quickly answered and held it far enough so that the voice wouldn't make me get sick.

"Hello?" My voice cracked, that hoarseness you get after drinking hard liquor for hours on end.

"Bre?" Alex's voice was small and he sounded just as bad as I did. Hopefully he felt as bad.

"I'm sorry Alex." Why was I apologizing? Who knows.

"Can you meet me in an hour or so? In the park or something?" We set a time and a place and hung up.

Nursing a hang over is easy, if you've done it most your life. Two asprins, a glass of water, and a shot of tequila. My hang over disappeared in a snap.

I got to the park before Alex did but I didn't have to wait long for him. In moments, his face appeared among the faces of the old couples taking their grandchildren out to the park. He walked over to me, his face set in a mask of determination I've never seen before.

Before I could ask if he was okay, his lips were covering my own. I heard a grandmother gasp and tell her grandkids to look away. I couldn't muffle a smile, but a small one, into the kiss. Alex pulled away and pressed his cheek to mine.

"We're completely wrong for each other because we're completely right for each other. And opposites attract. And I want you. Right now, ten years from now, forever from now. This isn't a proclamation of love, but this is a proclamation of time. I proclaim that we should take time to fall in love."

And as shocked as I was, I kissed him again.

Because I've never been good with walking away and staying away.

And because he tasted like tequila.