withmore. he successfully managed to find his own crowd of people and managed to drink himself into oblivion a few nights in the row. tonight was the fourth one. he was doing magnificently. he was magnificent. everything was magnificent. and magnificent is really a very magnificent world. however, this tiny little thing bothered him – really tiny and very solvable. throughout the night and throughout all the previous nights, he was constantly searching her in the room. one time she was pressed against some guy, the next time someone was shoving their tongue down her throat and a hand up under her skirt. sometimes there were two guys, once there was a guy and a girl. and he patiently stood somewhere on the sidelines, accepting everything she threw his way. they were on speaking terms, but not very good ones. he was quite sure she was still punishing him for giving her a cold shower in the past year. and now they came here together on college and she was determined to screw the entire male population. just like the fugly jerk she was now dancing with. wait. oopsie. they weren’t dancing anymore. he managed to walk closer very elegantly without spilling his drink or stepping on someone’s toes. he was so near them, that he had a chance to say a fugly word from that fugly mouth. and his glass crashed to the floor and his hand was now forming a fist. a fist that flew into that assholes nose. or at least he hoped he hit something important, because it hurt as hell. ‘’crap,’’ he murmured and nursed his throbbing hand, everyone around him shouting somewhere. ‘’love, are you okay?’’ he slurred and was about to turn over to check on his girlfriend. nooo. girl friend. not a girlfriend, never a girlfriend. she was just a friend of a female gender, yes, that’s right. but he never managed to turn around, because something or probably someone very efficiently knocked him down and out. it hurt like hell.

that hurt. that really fucking hurt and he had absolutely no idea what even happened. one minute he was nursing his hand and violently cursing all the higher forces. then he was lying on the floor or at least trying to hold on to a piece of furniture. but stars were dancing around his eyes and his vision was more blurred than before. and everything hurt. but mostly his jaw. his jaw was on fire and in hell and it throbbed all over. ‘’fuck,’’ he muttered but each sound made it worse. something was going on around him. he should probably prove how he wasn’t a pussy and should quickly rise up and attack the hulk almighty. the jackass who insulted her. somehow even the ideas of standing up made him want to throw up. ‘’is he walking away?’’ he weakly asked as he distinguished nyah’s voice among many and even over the loud music. he really wasn’t made for fighting. he loved to fight with his tongue and that was it. words were his strongest suit. his fist however… was a thing of a weakling. ‘’hey,’’ he swooned over her voice when she was suddenly next to him. he didn’t know whether half an hour passed or just mere seconds. ‘’nyah,’’ he said her voice as she said his and then winced at her slap. ‘’don’t slap me. I’m hurt,’’ he moaned and tried to raise himself up. his lip was also throbbing with pain and only now did he notice the metallic taste of blood inside his mouth. ‘’are you okay?’’ he repeated a question he probably asked before. he managed to stand up on two shaky legs, somehow. ‘’I feel slightly dizzy. maybe it’s just alcohol. but. um. you feel nice,’’ he was mumbling and then used her for temporary support, his arm around her shoulders, and the other one somewhere on her stomach. ‘’my pretty face got busted because of you. totally worth it. but I need ice. and a nurse. in a mini skirt. and a nice pair of boobs.’’

‘’I worry about me. I don’t want him to knock me out or kill me and take my kidneys just to sell them on ebay,’’ he pointed back at himself and he was way more drunk than he thought. he was talking about ebay of all things. he never used ebay. he had nothing to sell. he just threw away things and bought new ones. shiny pricey new ones. it was like that when you had tons of money. ‘’I wasn’t. clearly,’’ he managed a weak laugh. it was obvious he hadn’t been thinking if he was all bumped up now. ‘’oh come on! I can fight. I threw in one great punch. with some training I would be the next rambo,’’ he had to defend himself. it was one thing for him to acknowledge his artsie nature that wasn’t at all aggressive and a completely different thing for her to point it out. ‘’no, you can’t. you need me,’’ he announced in a very smartass tone. she could take care of herself, yes. but wasn’t it much better if he was there beside her protecting her from all evil? it was very heroic and a very gentlemanly thing to do. ‘’and I need you. so stop being an ass and make me feel better,’’ he even pouted and then started walking in a random direction, he figured she’ll adapt his path eventually. ‘’my room? I’d like that. yes,’’ he nodded and stopped when he pulled her nearer. he probably looked like a mess. his lip was bleeding and his whole face was now catching fire. ‘’nah. he just poked me a little. it’s no big deal…’’ he disagreed and his hands were around her waist. ‘’he insulted you. I didn’t agree. I hit him. he killed me. now, focus, my room - I’m in no position to get us there, so lead the way. will you play the naughty nurse then?’’ his hand was at the small of her back but was creeping indecently souther.

he frowned when he didn’t understand. but his room was just across the street. or across the hall. or in the next town? eh, whatever. thinking about maps and navigation hurt his brain right now. ‘’we will go to my room in the morning then. you’ll love it,’’ he decided to find a middle way and a diplomatic solution to the problem at hand. he followed her through the crowd without actually paying attention to where they were going. suddenly they were outside and the air was wonderful. felt absolutely perfect on the heated skin. he chuckled as she covered his hand with hers and he had to stop right there on the forbidden territory. ‘’you suck,’’ he mentioned an obvious fact and his eyes got big as they stopped in front of a big sorority house. ‘’huh. I’ve been here before. three days ago,’’ he threw in additional information and then tried to follow her as quietly as possible all the way through hallways to her room. he entered the door and stopped somewhere in the middle. ‘’to the bed? okay… if that’s what you want,’’ he staggered towards the thing with a content smug smile on his face. ‘’of course I’ll be okay. you’re here,’’ he lied down to the bed, not really caring if he was making things easier or harder for her. his face was probably a mess already and his jaw will probably be an ugly shade of purple for a while. ‘’I do think stuff through. occasionally. but not when it comes to you. then I just do… and think about it later,’’ he replied and gazed up at the ceiling. ‘’one day, we should get married. when you’ll want to commit. we should,’’ he was mumbling and he was drunk but his voice sounded so serious.

‘’well, it is comfortable, I’ll give you that,’’ he appeared to be very pleased with himself as he settled on the cozy covers. he could easily fall asleep right away. of course if it wasn’t for the fact that he should put some ice on that jaw of his. poor jaw. poor pretty jaw. ‘’please don’t send me to a chair. I like your bed. I want to stay here on your bed,’’ he managed to flutter his eyelashes at her. he was basically a kid when he was drunk. way too playful and cheerful for anyone not used to this silliness. she was used to it. he loved her for that. his nyah, always there. except for the past year. but that was different. ‘’problem?’’ he repeated after her and winced when her tone suddenly changed from gentle to pissed. ‘’I had a girlfriend nyah. I didn’t cut you off. I cut the sex off. I would gladly still hang out with you but you distanced yourself,’’ he tried to push himself up on elbows but failed miserably and simple collapsed back onto the bed. ‘’of course I can. and I didn’t ignore you. I told you we can’t sleep together anymore and you took that as if I want you out of my life. you’re not being fair,’’ he complained and tried to defend himself. ‘’we are okay. we’re good. we are us. don’t do this now, nyah, come on,’’ he captured her hand with his and pulled her to the bed leaving her no other option. ‘’you’re it for me, you know that. I just… I’m sorry. if you feel that I abandoned you or something. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want for us not to talk. I wanted you there, but you didn’t seem to want that…’’ he was still keeping her hand captive in his grip. he was not letting her go any time soon.

with his free hand he took the clothed energy drink from her and pressed it to the aching jaw. it hurt even more if that was possible. ‘’well, she was my girlfriend,’’ he felt obliged to point it out. it wasn’t as if zoey was just some random hook up and he switched fuck buddies. he was in a relationship, a real one. and he never had plans to cheat on her with anyone – nor nyah nor someone else. ‘’she wasn’t just someone I nailed. it was a big deal for me,’’ he tried to sober himself up as soon as possible and it was working bit by bit, mostly thanks to the cold can he was pressing to his jaw. ‘’but I wanted you there with me. we are friends too, right? we’re not just… whatever we are,’’ he didn’t find the right expression that would hold the ability to label them properly. because no label ever fit this thing they had going. ‘’I don’t want to let you go. I can’t,’’ he paid no attention to the firmness of her voice, just clutched on to her hand even stronger, trying to make her stay. ‘’please, come closer, nyah,’’ he spoke of his wishes and managed to give her a slight pull. ‘’I didn’t want to hurt you. it shouldn’t have happened like that. I thought things will evolve differently,’’ he raised her hand and pressed a light kiss on her knuckles. ‘’we’re both here now, aren’t we? and she’s gone. so why don’t you give me a second chance and let me make it up to you. let me fix you?’’ he suggested with naïve hope in his eyes.

‘’seems like I screw everything up. don’t I?’’ he offered her a sad heartbreaking smile. it wasn’t often that he tried to be the good guy or someone worthy. he usually did his own thing and lived by his own rules, not caring much whether someone got hurt or not. but she was his… everything basically. losing her wasn’t pleasant at all. it sucked, mildly said. ‘’I couldn’t keep on sleeping with you when I was in a serious relationship, love. you would to the same if the tables were turned. you would drop me without a thought if someone walked by and swept you off your feet,’’ he was drawing circles with his thumb on the back of her palm. the soft caramel skin there always drove him crazy. her wrists were amazing. so beautiful. ‘’I won’t leave you for someone else, I won’t,’’ he then nodded and he was already being grateful for this second chance. she didn’t give it to him exactly yet. but he knew when she started to soften up. she will torment him for some more and then they’ll go back in time. things will be as they should be. ‘’the whole summer without you. it was torture. I missed us. I missed the skinny dipping, your lips, your pus…’’ he stopped himself with a chuckle as she moved slightly closer. not nowhere near close enough, but it was better. he dropped the can, momentarily forgetting about the ache. ‘’I missed you too…’’ he nodded and settled his hands on her hips, while starry-eyeing at her: ‘’now. kiss me. please?’’

‘’oh, come on. there are plenty of ways to comfort me. if you’re clueless I can give you a head start. oh, a head. see. a very good suggestion,’’ his smile turned very smug and a spark returned back to his eyes after it was lost by the consumed alcohol. ‘’I want to sweep you off your feet one day. like I said. we’ll get married. maybe then. if I won’t be too busy shagging you behind the altar,’’ he was walking on a very thin line and he knew it. but somehow his mouth had a mind of its own and people always said that drunk people were the most honest. maybe he was finally researching his subconsciousness. maybe he was destined to marry nyah crawford even if everyone had their bets up for neither of them ever getting married. ‘’of course it was just okay. it would be excellent with me in it. but we have autumn now? and then winter. and then… a lot of further seasons,’’ he said with his eternal optimism. sometimes he was such a dork. always hoping for the best, wishing for the best, waiting for the best. like a naïve kiddo. ‘’we’ll catch up,’’ he then concluded and put his arms around her as she settled her head on his chest. ‘’I mean it too,’’ he said in a much softer voice and looked down. she was lifting herself up and her lips ended on his. he returned the most-awaited kiss but then winced and pulled back: ‘’ouch. my whole mouth hurts.’’ there was no way he could kiss her properly without being completely sloppy. ‘’you see… my lip hurts and my jaw hurts and my heart is still recovering from losing you. and ugh, maybe we should go to sleep and in the morning… we can have a baptism of this new era? there’s nothing better than waking up between your legs. but yeah well. that’s it if you’ll take me back?’’ one of his typical speeches followed: ‘’or now. now is good. but I’m incapable of moving and it wouldn’t be fair to make you do all the dirty work.’’

‘’I’m drunk. I can’t be drop-dead serious at the moment, I still see little elephants all over the ceiling,’’ he pointed toward one of those pink thingies. yes the elephants were hot pink. he had no idea how his mind invented elephants who were jumping around, but there they were. ‘’you’ll see. I bet that’s our future. marriage. and a cute little kid. and a rock band. probably some pigs in the back yard,’’ he laughed as she got all serious on him. ‘’nyah. I’m drunk. but I’m not so drunk to ignore you sitting there,’’ he groaned as she climbed up and sat on his lap. there was no way he could ignore the warmth between her legs pressing down on him. ‘’real,’’ he nodded without a pause: ‘’I fucking missed you. every day.’’ it was the truth. he loved zoey, he really did. but nyah was nyah. he was, simply put, his everything. there was no way to get her out of his head, she was inscribed there for eternity. he followed her with his eyes as she stood up and locked the door, then lost her dress along the way. ‘’you’re naked. I’m not relaxed, I’m expecting you to help me unfasten my belt,’’ he let her pull him a bit up and he managed to get his shirt off. ‘’I’m not doing a thing. I don’t feel like it. but you go ahead, you’re the one trying to get me naked,’’ he smirked but then passed the shirt to her. ‘’come here,’’ he said, losing the smirk, and he simply pulled her on top of him, her legs tangling with his. he kissed her lips, ignoring the pain it provoked, and his hands grabbed on to her thighs, spreading them on top of his lap. ‘’you were saying something about my pants?’’ well, they were most certainly in the way of something.

''you think it's funny. but just wait and see. one day you will be mrs. nyah lewis,'' now he simply smiled as if he knew a certain secret and he was keeping it from her. if he had a choice, he probably really would marry her. because she wouldn't be a bossy wife dictating him to do chores and stay away from beer. they would be on an eternal honeymoon period, just screwing around the house the whole day. or not. things went south when you got married. his parents’ marriage was a perfect sample of two people marrying for completely wrong reasons and now they barely talked to each other. they even slept in separated bedrooms. ''nyah!'' he echoed her exclamation and then let out a very content sigh: ''god, i missed your laugh.'' he missed all of it. she was wearing his shirt now, but he didn’t mind. it dropped to her mid-thighs and he could just as easily creep his hands underneath it. follow the lines of her hips and waist. ''yeah, i was,'' he murmured into her lips, her thighs now nestling him in between. ''but i can handle a little bit of pain,'' he nodded as if he was offering reassurance to himself. it hurt as hell. but a serious case of blue balls will definitely hurt more. he dropped his gaze down between them where she was unfastening his belt and then pulling his pants away and off. ‘’you work fast,’’ he chuckled, it wasn’t exactly a new observation. they were always in rush to tear each other’s clothes off. ''wifey, stop playing around,'' he groaned as her hand cupped him over the boxer briefs and she was going on about heroes and he wasn’t actually listening. he captured her mouth in a kiss, silencing any further words and lifted his hips a tad to intensify the pressure. ''fuck, you're so beautiful,'' he practically moaned into her mouth his hands now far under the shirt, captivating her breasts, both of their hips rolling painfully slowly.

he could tell by the way she only half-heartedly smiled at him, that she wasn’t taking him seriously at all. to her this was just his drunken gibberish. nothing she ought to pay attention to. he said a lot of stupid shit while drunk off his ass. but when it came to her he usually meant it all. of course those moments when they threw insults at one another should be excluded. that was just the fire she had the ability to send through him. it often ignited him, consumed him wholly so that he wasn’t able to see straight. not always just during their legendary fights. during simple ordinary conversations also. like now. the match was lit and it was slowly starting to spread a fire through and through. ‘’things often get really bad between us, don’t they?’’ he frowned upon her question but wasn’t sure whether he should go into details or not. ‘’we fight, we say shitty things and then we make up. it’s always been that way. there is no other way, I think,’’ his smile wavered in a sad sub-tone. ‘’but I like our fights. most of the time. besides, you know that I don’t mean all that shit I say,’’ he nuzzled his nose into the crook of a neck and then replaced it with his lips. ‘’I can’t break your heart. I don’t have superpowers. but my prophecy would be that you’ll break mine… and then I won’t have a muse and I will die a lonesome bitter man,’’ he turned on the poetic side of him looking into her eyes. they were both smiling, she was even giggling. that said a lot about how strong this bond was. they generally believed nothing could ever come in between. but it already had, once. it didn’t last, obviously.

he made a sound of protest when she distanced herself and ended the delightful torturous kiss. ‘’don’t make me hate you,’’ he murmured following her resistance and pressing another kiss. she could do nothing about that. she won’t stop him, of that he was sure. he was about change the rules of this game but finally she came to her senses. his hands were set on the curves of her hips, his eyes never leaving hers as she lowered herself down onto him. his forehead was covered with wrinkles because of the tight treatment his cock was receiving. her moaned was accompanied by his groan. any other time he would probably just lay back and give her all control. not today however. this was their special reunion, he had to have a say in this. he flipped them over, lowering her on her back, supporting his weight up on his elbows. he stilled himself for a few short moments, his eyes searching hers for… something. something indescribable. perhaps a promise. that there will always be a reunion, that their fights and separations will never be final. only when he found some spark flickering there in the haze of her with desire clouded eyes did he move. he pulled almost all the way out, before pushing back in. they were both panting and it was only the beginning. it didn’t take them long to find a perfect rhythm. something between impossibly gentle and unbelievable mindblowing.

he dropped down on her as gently as he could and then rolled off, finding his place next to her. her body fit perfectly against his and he took his time once more kissing the edges of her collarbones, the swell of her shoulders. the skin was heated and it felt so wonderfully familiar. ‘’you do. you inspire me,’’ he then remembered her question from before. he pulled her against him and she didn’t protest. instead she curled around him, their legs intertwining once more in a different manner. at moments like this he had a feeling he had a rare chance to see the real her. the vulnerability that lay somewhere deep beneath. often he wondered if she even knew she had it in her. at moments like this he loved her. or at least felt something stronger that pure lust and awe. ‘’I’m happy you want me back,’’ he whispered back and he felt how his hearted started to slow down to match the rhythm of hers. his jaw still hurt and his thoughts were still dizzy and fuddled from all the consumed alcohol. but he wouldn’t dare to move and he wouldn’t dare to leave. ‘’you do want me back, right?’’ he then frowned, because she never did actually accepted all of this. they went from arguing to his drunken stupor and then to sex. as per usual. ‘’hey, nyah,’’ he then started to focus on her and on reality. ‘’no one could ever replace you, okay? you have to know that. what I have with you… there’s no replacement for it,’’ he tried to sound as sober as possible and the words were spoken seriously. they were serious. there was a determination lying beneath. ‘’you’re it, for me. this is it.’’ maybe he really was just drunk. maybe.