Of Sweaty Grinding, Hormonal Teenage Flirting, and Wasted-off-their-asses People
I do not understand parties. Honestly, sweaty grinding, hormonal teenage flirting, and getting wasted off your ass aren't exactly my ideas of fun. So why am I at one now? It just so happens that my twin sister absolute loves parties. So she decided to throw one… in our house.
As I stood moodily at the table piled high with food, dressed conservatively in an oversized flannel shirt and running shorts (aka pajamas), someone comes up beside me. "Beer and alcohol is in the kitchen," I droned automatically.
"You're not Kelly," the male voice said.
I rolled my eyes. No, I am nothing like my twin sister. "Kelly is basically running around in a bra and panties."
The guy snorted, "So, you're Cassandra, then?"
"That's me. Have fun at the party." I walked away, uninterested. I stopped in front of a bowl of fruit and plucked some to eat. Again, someone walks to the table. "Beer and alcohol is in the kitchen."
"I know," the voice chuckled. The same male voice.
I swiveled around to face him. Wow, he was hot. No, that doesn't mean I'm going to start making out with him. Instead, annoyed, I muttered out, "What do you want?"
"Hey, I was going to ask you out, so here goes. Are you a fruit? Because honeydew you know how beautiful you are?"
I snorted loudly, now amused. "Talk to me when you're not drunk." I turned on my heel to walk back to my room.
"Babe, I'm not drunk, just intoxicated. On you."
I raised an eyebrow and turned back around, "I don't even know your name."
"Well, let's fix that. Nice to meet you, I'm Dylan." He held out a hand for me to shake.
I took it. "Nice to meet you, Dylan."
"So, how about that date?" He grinned cheekily.
I rolled my eyes but nonetheless smiled. I popped out marker out of my pocket and wrote my number on his arm. "Fine, but you're calling, paying, and… yeah."
"Actually, I was thinking we could go on our first date now."
"First? You think you're going to get another?" I shot back, half-joking.
"I know I'm going to get another. So let's get out of here."
"I live here," I deadpanned.
"I just meant outside."
"What are we going to do outside, exactly?"
"Dunno, I'll figure it out."
"Outside it is." I smiled as he pulled me away from the sweaty grinding, the hormonal teenage flirting, and the wasted-off-their-asses people.
A/N: This was written in about 5 minutes, so I hope you guys enjoyed it! Let me know in a PM or review or something... Which was your favorite story!
I might add more when I get ideas, but for now I'm out! Also let me know if you guys have requests or cute pick up lines I can base the story off of! Thanks for reading guys!