1.5 I Won't Blackout

We're standing outside my building. That bottle of water really helped, back in the club. Jackie's looking at me like she's worried. "I think I better help you back up to your apartment," she says, concerned. "Thaa-at's fine," I hiccup. Man, she's pretty.

Jackie: He is wasted. I can see it in his face. That face. God, I hate that I'm attracted to him; I've been trying to stay away from junkies for years and he's ruining me. But I owe it to him to help him tonight, because he can't help himself. "I think I better help you back up to your apartment," I say. He slurs an approval and I guide him into the elevator and back to his...

Bachelor pad. I'll be damned if this isn't a bachelor pad. He's just swaying there, staring at me. I need to help him out. "You need to clean this all up; and cut your hair," I say to him. He laughs. "Seriously." I stare at him.

Just in the kitchen I can see an ashtray, stray pills, and an empty vodka bottle. I help him clean up I throw out the bottles and flush the pills. Then I find his bathroom and give him a nice haircut and shave. He desperately needed one, and thank God I took some cosmetology classes in college. We step back out into the living room. I get ready to go; he doesn't need me here anymore. It'd be bad if I stay; I know I couldn't resist.

"You should be good, Bryce. Call me if you need anything." I hug him and he hugs me back, tight. He has a nice back.

"Don't go," he whispers in my ear as I start to let go. "I think I have to," I reply, sadly. I really don't, but I know what's good for me.

"I mean it. Don't go." He looks into my eyes. His eyes are a piercing blue. I didn't notice that before. I wish I hadn't noticed it now. "Bryce, I-"

Suddenly, he kisses me. Shit. After a few seconds, I relax into it. Fuck it. I kiss him back. He tastes like cigarettes and vodka. Okay, seriously, fuck it. I am here with a cute boy in his apartment and I am going to live life to the fullest, dammit. Isn't that why I moved to Bridgeport in the first place? Besides, it won't lead to anything else. He's Bryce Reed. "Wanna go back to my room?" He asks quietly. Where's that Reed charm? I think about it for a few seconds. "Yes."

Bryce: Holy shit holy shit holy shit I did it. I fucking kissed her! This is great. She is a great fucking kisser. Why didn't I do this sooner. Wait. No. I don't like girls! But she's so different from-NO. Yes. No? Yes. Yes. Yes. "Wanna go back to my room?" I choke out. Silence. I think my heart's gonna jump out of my throat. "Yes." YES.

I slide onto one side of the bed and she does the same on the other. "You sure about this? No backing down now," I smile. I don't know why I said that. I'm pretty drunk. "Yeah. Let's do this." She sends me a sly smile and leans over to me.

Holy shit. Maybe I should have just turned on that Reed charm when I accidentally ran into her apartment. Holy shit!
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I got inspiration for the dual POV's from reading mypalsim1's A Story With No Title. That's a great read :)