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You’re probably going to be the reason that Cam crashes his car into a telephone pole, but you really don’t give a fuck anymore. You have damning evidence that he's been cheating on you with another girl.
He told me he was done. Yeah, right. So much for that bullshit.
“How long have you been fucking her?” You’re, luckily, at a red light when you shove Cam's phone into his face. “Or do you just stick your tongue down someone else’s throat for fun?”
“It was an honest mistake,” He grumbles, which makes you roll your eyes, “we were both drunk. Someone set me up when they took that picture-”
“-She took it,” You hiss, hitting the back button on his phone to show her contact picture, along with their long history of text messages, to Cam, “‘You’re a great kisser, baby.’”
“Don’t read her messages-”
“‘-You don’t tell your partner all of these sweet things, do you?’” Spitefully, you continue on, “‘No? Why would I? They’re boring, unlike you, baby.’”
“Baby-”
“-don’t even think about touching me.” You slap his hand away from you before the stop light turns green. “Just drive.”
“Don’t tell Eddie or Volt about this.” Cam groans at the thought before you chuckle.
“Nah, I think I’ll let you break it to them.” You place your skull on the passenger’s headrest before you sigh. “Why the fuck are you with me if you cheat on me every three-to-five business days?”
That's an exaggeration, but it sure feels like you’ve caught Cam with every person under the sun. It’s been like this since high school, when you first met him, Eddie, and Volt.
You were a nervous, bug-eyed teenager who only had a handful of friends in this damned school. It was just your luck that none of them were in your morning Chemistry class, so you were flying solo until a tall, white-haired boy tapped your shoulder and gestured to the seat next to you.
“Good afternoon, darling. Is this seat taken?”
You threw your bookbag off the chair next to yours, allowing who you'd come to know as Volt to sit next to you. Charmed isn't strong enough a word - you were practically swept off of your feet by the simple, light conversation that he provided you with. Class started far too soon, and you found yourself sneaking glances at the handsome teenager next to you.
It didn’t help that he was looking your way the entire time too, winking at you or raising his eyebrows at something the teacher said, in order to make you laugh or nervously bite your lip.
“...Am I interrupting something?”
A flush arose on your cheeks as you turned to face the black-haired boy that approached Volt.
“Of course not, Eddie. I was hoping I could introduce you to my new friend.”
Friend? You liked the sound of that - especially from Volt's mouth.
“Great. …We still need a fourth person for the lab.”
You and Volt mirrored each other’s confused looks, which made Eddie lightly snort.
“Were you two flirting the whole time?”
You bashfully looked away from Volt, who let a soft pink blush appear on his face, as another person approached your trio.
“Heard you were looking for someone else. Mind if I join you?”
This boy - you’d later learn his name was Cam - had shaggy brown-hair and an off-kilter smile that made your heart race wildly. Before Eddie or Volt could answer, you chimed in.
“Sure. What could go wrong?”
Three broken beakers and a small fire that caused the whole school to evacuate for a half-hour, apparently.
But something unbreakable was forged that day between the four of you. You had close friends, sure, but these three were something special. You found yourself spilling your guts - things you had never told anyone, not even the people you thought you could trust - to them. Eddie, Volt, and Cam were your closest friends, your people, as you traveled through the rest of your adolescence.
Dances, parties, and other school-related functions - you always had someone by your side. Even if it wasn’t all of them, you could text the group chat and find someone to go with you.
Trios and duos formed among your quartet, but you thought that was natural. Eddie and Volt were - and still are - attached at the hip, so it was pretty common to go over to one’s house and find the other there, waiting for you. You loved going out to dinner with them, binge-watching scary movies and snuggling closer to Eddie and Volt when you were totally not scared of what was on the screen, or going out for a drive so you could blare music and stare at the stars when you finally got away from all of the light pollution.
They weren’t staring at the stars, though. Just you. Always you.
Then, there was the time you spent alone with Cam. You had always felt drawn to him, for one reason or another, and you didn’t understand it until he kissed you on the lips.
Love. That was the reason you felt so attached to Cam, where you’d hang off of his arm while you were working on Chemistry homework. He didn’t seem to mind, especially when you’d allow him to see your own work for a few seconds, and you both ignored the glares from Eddie and Volt as you continued to fall for each other.
You dived into a relationship with Cam, rather quickly, and it was everything that you’d hope your first relationship would be. Dates, flowers, chocolates, and quality time spent with someone that you thought was the love of your life.
Then he cheated on you once with the girl who lived next door to him, and you forgave him, because he seemed so sorry. It would only happen once, if you believed Cam when he begged to get back together with you.
It wasn’t just a one-time thing, though. There was the guy you sat next to in math class, half of your friend group that didn’t include Eddie and Volt, and your cousin, for some reason.
You started to understand why Eddie and Volt looked so disappointed when you announced your relationship to them. Maybe they, somehow, knew of the heartbreak that you’d endure in the future.
Every time Cam broke your heart, you’d crawl right back to him. Time hadn’t made your heart harder to him - he was your first love, your first everything. How could you give him up for the great, wild unknown that would probably be worse than him? Even though you’re pissed at him, right now, you know you’ll end up in his arms once more.
You can’t avoid Cam forever, even though you’d like to. You can pretend like he’s not driving you to your friend’s house so you can get wasted at a party and forget his transgressions, but that fantasy bubble will burst. You go to the same college, and he’s roommates with your mutual best friends, Eddie and Volt. Escaping this car won’t let you escape him.
You turn the radio in the car up, trying to avoid confrontation, but Cam immediately turns the dial back down.
“If you’re so miserable,” He shoots you a dirty look as he turns down a side street, “why don’t we break up?”
“Fine with me.” You point at a nearby sidewalk. “Drop me off here. It’s only a fifteen minute walk to Skylar’s house.”
“Fine.” He grits his teeth before he pulls over. “Don’t call me if someone tries to kidnap you.”
I’d call Eddie and Volt before I even thought about you, Cam.
“You’d be the last person I’d call in that scenario.” You take far too much pleasure in chucking Cam’s phone at his smug face. “Why don’t you go fuck yourself? I doubt she’ll want to fuck you after the message I just sent.”
“Fuck you.” He says as you climb out of the car, and you slam the passenger’s door shut before he drives away.
“Fuck you!” You flip him the double bird as his exhaust fumes choke you out.
What a fucking asshole!
You grab your phone out of your pocket, and you dial Skylar’s number before you bring the phone to your ear.
Your cell phone barely rings once - at least she’ll pick up right away, unlike someone else - before you hear your friend’s syrupy voice on the other end of the line.
“Hey! How’s everything going with you and-”
“We broke up,” You pinch the bridge of your nose as you begin to trudge towards her house, “I’m not in the car with him at the moment.”
“Did he dump you on the side of the road?”
Skylar sighs.
“In the middle of the dark-”
“-What an ass!” Penelope, one of Skylar’s housemates, yells from a fair distance away. “You want me and Shelley to come pick you up?”
“Pick them up?” Shelley, Penelope’s girlfriend and another roommate of Skylar’s, adds her two cents into the conversation. “We should go for a jog and meet them halfway!”
“Absolutely not! I did my make-up and I’m in heels-”
“-then I’ll carry you.”
Penelope’s squeals of delight tear up your inside, causing tears to form at the corners of your eyes.
At least someone in my life can have a functional, happy relationship.
“Thanks, girls, but I’ll be fine. I’m not that far out.”
Shelley lets out a groan of disappointment before Skylar takes back the reins of the conversation.
“Sorry about them, I know they can be a little-”
“-A little?” You chuckle as you admire the houses you walk past. “Your roommates are a lot. Especially Harper.”
“At least she can stay broken up with Dirkie for longer than forty-eight hours.”
You wince as if she physically struck you.
“Low blow, Sky.”
“I’m serious. When are you going to end things - permanently - between the two of you? I know there’s plenty of people who would jump at the opportunity to be with you.”
“Plenty of people?” You pause before you press her for more details. “Who? Do you know them? Do I?”
“I was sworn to secrecy!”
Skylar laughs freely, and the warm sound brings a small smile to your face.
“I think they would love the chance to take you out on a date. They’re kind, charming, handsome, not Cam-”
“-you really are not going to let this go, are you?” You tap your pointer finger against your phone case as you wait for an answer from Skylar.
“Not until the two of you are done-done. You deserve so much better than him. Everyone around you knows it. We’re just waiting for you to come to your senses.”
“I…” You trail off, unsure of what to say next.
I do deserve better, but… I love Cam. He’s my childhood sweetheart, my first kiss, the person I lost my virginity to… there’s so much between us. I don’t know if I’m ready to let that go.
“Skylar-”
“-Why don’t we get wasted tonight and have this conversation another time? We’re going to graduate college in a year! It’s time to celebrate and have some fun!”
“Thank you, Sky. Truly.” You smile before your thumb hovers over the red button on your phone. “I’ll be there in five.”
“Awesome! I can’t wait to see you.”
A soft gasp escapes Skylar.
“Volt and Eddie are here, too. You want me to say-”
“-please don’t.” You groan. “They have to deal with me complaining about Cam twenty-four seven. Those boys deserve a night-off from my bitching and whining.”
“Make sure you say hi, though. I think they’d really like to see you.”
Skylar hangs up before you have a chance to, and you’re forced to walk in contemplative silence until you reach your destination for the night. You scowl after you spot Cam’s shitty, run-down car.
That thing is a fucking death trap. I’m glad I decided to walk here.
Three sharp knocks on the front door gets you inside the house, and you’re handed a red solo cup before you can fully gain your bearings. One sip tells you that this concoction will fuck you up, so you take a few swigs as you navigate from room-to-room, trying to find a friend of yours to chat with.
Luckily, Skylar finds you amidst the swarming, dancing bodies in the living room area. Her lips are moving, but you can’t hear her over the booming music that you swear vibrates the individual cells in your body.
You vaguely gesture to your ears, and she takes the hint to grab your arm and drag you into the kitchen, where you can find a little peace and quiet.
“You look amazing!” Skylar compliments your outfit as she raises your arm over your head, prompting you to do a small spin. “You are going to capture the attention of someone special tonight. Or someones, if that’s what you’re looking for.”
“Is this mysterious secret admirer of mine here?” You smile as you take another drink from your cup. “Jesus, what is in this?”
“Everything and the kitchen sink,” Skylar winks at you, which tells you that you’re going to have a hellacious hangover in the morning, “and, yes, this loverboy of yours is in my house.”
She's scheming… that's never good.
“What’s the plan here, Sky? I sleep with this random guy, fall head over heels for him, and then dump Cam permanently?”
“...Well, yes!” She hides her giggles behind the cup in her hand. “C’mon, you cannot spend the best years of your life being held down by one guy. Especially if they’re as bad at intimacy as Cam is.”
“Skylar!” You smack her arm as she snorts lightly. “That was said in confidence!”
“He doesn’t go down on you, doesn’t give you aftercare, doesn’t even let you come,” She rolls her eyes as the alcohol-induced heat on your face mixes with a heavy flush from her words, “I’m trying to figure out why you’re still with him. If it’s not for sex or love, then what is it?”
“I… don’t know.” Finishing your first cup of liquid courage makes you spill your heart out to Skylar. “I think, maybe, that there’s no one else out there that would want me. I’ve got him, and that’s all I get.”
Damn, am I this much of a lightweight, or was that drink really strong?
Skylar slams her drink on the countertop behind you before she grabs your hand and stares you down.
“You are worthy of a love that makes you feel safe and secure. I know you’ll find it soon.” Her head turns towards the kitchen entrance as another person walks in. “Look what the cat dragged in!”
“Skylar,” Eddie gives her a polite nod before he looks at you, “Hey. You good?”
“Yeah, I’m,” Your hand plays with your hair as you ignore the nervous hammering of your heart against your ribcage, “good. I think.”
“‘Heard what Cam did to you.” He says, rather curtly, as he digs through the fridge for something to drink. “‘Could’ve called us-”
“-I didn’t want to be a burden-”
“-you’re not. Is that what Cam-” Eddie drops the subject once he sees your quivering lip, “I don’t care if you’re halfway across the world. You need a ride? You call me or Volt. We’ll come get you.”
You’re hot in the face as you aimlessly move your head up and down, pretending like you’re not checking out one of your best friends as he rolls up his sleeves.
Has Eddie always looked this handsome, or am I losing my mind?
You need another drink, and Eddie appears to know this as well, wordlessly offering you a beer bottle from the fridge.
“Thank you.” You murmur as he shuts the fridge door with two more beers in his hands.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” The nickname flows like smooth whiskey from his lips, and you’re both warm in the face as Skylar nudges your shoulder.
“Sweetheart, huh?”
“Shut up.” You grit your teeth as your friend manages to trip on her own two feet while standing still. “God, are you drunk already?”
I don't think I have much room to talk here, but she looks wasted.
“Penelope and I did some pregame shots… maybe one too many pregame shots.” She confesses, in-between giggles, before her attention shifts to Eddie. “Where’s your other half?”
“Couple of rooms over.” Eddie notices how your ears perk up at the mention of Volt. “Mind giving this to him?”
He hands you one of the bottles, and you, albeit slowly, due to the alcohol in your bloodstream, figure out that Eddie wants you to go find Volt in his place.
“Yeah, sure.”
Your fingers brush against his as you grab the neck of the bottle, and you curse your silly heart for beating so rapidly.
You're not sober, and you're not thinking straight. Don't do anything you'll regret.
You awkwardly dance around Eddie, trying to slide past him without further incident, but he grabs your shoulder and stops you before you can complete your escape.
He’s so warm, and I could easily tilt my head and-
“Let me know when you're ready to go.”
No, no, no! Get your shit together!
“I will,” Alcohol releases your inhibitions, so you peck Eddie's cheek before you wander back into the living room, “Thank you.”
You're thrust back into the fray with two beers in your hands, alongside a nice buzz that helps take the edge off.
Find Volt. That would normally be easy, but there's a lot of people packed into this house.
Friends and old classmates come up to greet you as you make your way through Skylar's house. They're a welcome distraction from the happy couples that emerge from every crevice and corner. Subconsciously, you take a swig of beer every time you see two people kissing or dancing or even smiling at each other.
Every blissful relationship is another reminder of the one that you are - were - trapped in. God, you have to get used to saying ‘were’ if you want it to stick.
Maybe Skylar's right. Maybe I need to find someone who'll treat me right, and then I'll finally let Cam go.
Your beer bottle is empty before you're halfway through the living room.
Am I hallucinating, or did her house double in size?
Luckily, Shelley comes by with a tray of jello shots, and she forces you to take not one, not two, but three in a row.
Then, Penelope, hot on her tail, offers you another cup of that kitchen sink mixture. You really shouldn't overindulge, but you've had a rough night. A date with your toilet isn't the worst way to end tonight.
Ending up back in Cam's bed would be, though.
You stumble into a side bedroom on the first floor, and you can't help but snort with laughter as you observe Cam sticking his hand down a girl's shirt. But not just any girl, oh no - the same girl that started this whole fucking mess.
She still wants to fuck him, even after I sent that message… I can’t judge her, considering my history with him.
You stare at the swirling concoction of liquor in your hand after you take a long drink for bravery. Before he or his lover can react, you chuck the half-full glass at Cam's head.
“You're a cunt!” You say, or, at least, that's what you hope you said as you drunkenly slam the door shut.
Great. That's exactly what I wanted to see tonight. So much for finding someone else and getting over him.
You can't tell if you need more alcohol at this point, or if you need to sit down, sober up, and digest everything that's happened tonight.
I really like that first option.
“I believe that drink belongs to me, darling.” Volt's voice cuts through the mess of sounds around you, and you're unsure of what is happening until one of his hands lands on your waist. “Are you alright?”
“Peachy-keen.” You grimace before you look into his eyes, which are glossier than you expect. “You're drunk.”
“Glass houses, my dear.” Volt tuts before his free hand lands on your cheek. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Too much.” You bashfully look away from Volt as his thumb rubs comforting circles into the side of your face. “My boyfriend's an ass.”
“Your ex-boyfriend, if I heard correctly.” He raises an eyebrow as you slowly nod. “Are you two-”
“-completely done?” You sigh after you cut him off. “I hope so. I'm so tired of this.”
Volt’s hand comes to the small of your back before he snatches the bottle from your hands.
“Why don't we find a place to sit?” He doesn't wait for you to answer - he's already guiding you through the crowded room. “You can tell me what's on your mind once we find some peace and quiet.”
“You don't wanna know what's on my mind!” You yell, so Volt can hear you over the blasting speakers that make your eardrums ring.
“That only intrigues me more, darling.” A wink from him sends your heart into a frenzy as he leads you to the backyard.
Shit, these two are going to make me do something stupid…
Once you're outside, the raging world around you comes to a standstill, minus the drunk thoughts that are polluting your mind. Goosebumps appear on your arms at the sudden drop in temperature, but you're barely able to shiver before Volt's jacket is on your shoulders.
“Thank you.” You murmur as he takes your hands in his.
He's addictively warm, and your mind is so desperate for the comfort of another.
I wonder if he would…
“Can you hold me?” Matched with a soft gaze, your question reeks of innocence and sweet affection.
“Of course,” Volt shows you a brilliant smile as he walks you towards a swinging bench, “anything for you.”
Anything for me, huh?
Your face is hot, and you can't blame the liquor anymore. It's Volt's arm around your shoulder as you sling a leg over his, settling into your seats for the night, and it’s the way his eyes seem to flicker between your lips and your outfit.
I’m not even-
Right, you forgot you got all dressed-up because you wanted this to feel like a date with Cam. Maybe your outfit exposes a little more skin than your usual apparel, but it makes you feel good.
You also feel good under Volt’s heated gaze, which is pointed towards you and only you.
I'm probably making that up. I'm too drunk to know what's real or fake.
Your head finds a home on his chest as the swing gently rocks the two of you back-and-forth. You never realized how much you missed this - the closeness of another, without the fear of rejection. You can't count the number of times Cam's pushed you away when you tried to hug or kiss him because he was “busy” or “not interested”.
You tried to be sympathetic, you really did, but it became apparent that he only wanted affection from you when he initiated it. He didn't need your love - he was getting that sort of attention from someone else.
Always somebody else, never you.
“Am I not enough?” You wonder out loud. “Is that why Cam keeps fucking other people? Am I not desirable to him, or to anyone else?”
“What nonsense,” Volt squeezes your arm, “you are irresistible, my dear. Only a fool would turn down your affections.”
Would you?
That idea burrows its way into your skull as you tilt your head towards Volt. Would he touch you, taste you, want you if you gave him the opportunity?
Only one way to find out!
You softly press your lips to his, expecting rejection or disgust. You expect this to go horribly, to spend the rest of the night regretting what you’ve just put into motion.
What have I done?
“God, I’m sorry,” You’re panicking, trying to pull yourself away from Volt, “I wasn’t thinking-”
With his free hand, Volt cradles the back of your head before he kisses you with more fervor and passion than you gave him.
He’s wanted this. Badly. For a long, long time.
“-neither am I,” His thumb ghosts over your lips after he parts from you, “perhaps we should do a lot less thinking in the future, hmm?”
Volt chuckles as you awkwardly shift yourself onto his lap. You quite like the view from here, since you have such a vision pinned in-between your outstretched arms, and you love the way his arms travel up and down your sides.
You feel special in Volt’s hold. Loved, if you’d dare say such a thing.
“We’re both very drunk, and we won’t remember this in the morning…” You try talking yourself out of what you really want to do, but it’s hard when your reason is thrown to the side the minute Volt opens his mouth.
“And, yet, I still want you to be mine.” He leans forward to kiss your cheek, then part of your jawline. “If only for tonight. Then, my wildest dreams will have come true.”
You? Being a part of someone’s wildest dreams? That seems hard to believe.
Somehow, you can. It’s not hard to, when Volt looks at you like you dangled the stars in the sky yourself, so you indulge yourself in his fantasies.
Yours, too, if you’re being completely honest with yourself.
“What do these wild dreams of yours contain?” You play coy, causing Volt to softly smile at you.
“You, darling. It’s always been you. You haunt my days and nights, my waking and restful moments alike. I have never wanted - craved - someone as badly as I crave you.”
Oh, God, this is really happening. Oh, shit!
“My eyes have never wandered from you, if I am being truly honest,” He pulls at the shirt that you’re wearing, “how could I, when you wear such stunning outfits? …The clothes are wonderful, sure, but you are the centerpiece that I find myself drawn to.”
“Volt, you flatter me-”
“-flattery. Is that what you think this is?” He scoffs lightly. “Flattery is mockery. This is praise. Praise you are deserving of, praise that I am willing to bet you’ve never heard before.”
“Volt,” You whisper his name before you brush aside some of his curly locks, just so you can kiss his forehead, “thank you.”
“Can I show you how desirable you are to me?” His eyes shine with joy, admiration, and the tiniest bit of ambition as you contemplate his words.
It couldn’t hurt, could it? Cam and I are broken up - what’s the harm in a few kisses and sweet words shared under the moonlight?
“Yes, please.” You beg of Volt before he steals yet another kiss from your willing lips.
To see yourself painted through his eyes, in his majesty? How could you give that up? Besides, you’ve been friends with three attractive men throughout your adolescence and young adult life - you’ve thought about this exact moment for a long time.
Can you blame me? They’re all hot!
With a monopoly on your body and time, Volt takes full advantage of the lack of partygoers in Skylar’s backyard. His hands, once dancing over the hem of your shirt, now eagerly dive underneath the fabric. He's desperate to touch your skin as his mouth meets yours over and over again.
You fall right into Volt, your body melting against his as your hands tangle in his white locks. His thumbs press into your stomach, causing a sinful sound to arise from your throat.
“Ah!” You cry out before he looks up at you in admiration.
“You're stunning,” Volt pants as your kiss-bitten lips go to his neck, “absolutely stunning.”
Halfway down the column of his throat, you notice a thin silver chain around his neck. With your kisses, you follow the chain to the base of his neck, where you notice a rather peculiar-looking charm dangling from the necklace.
“Is this new?” You ask as your fingers trace the silver lightning bolt that's encrusted with a generous amount of diamonds.
“It is. Eddie-”
A heavy blush coats Volt’s face when you grab the lightning-shaped charm with your teeth. Your hands go behind his neck, and you make quick work of the clasp before you pull the necklace away with your mouth.
Your smile is victorious as you hold your treasure up with two fingers. It’s beautiful, especially when it shimmers in the soft moonlight.
He doesn’t even have to encourage you to put the necklace on - you do that all on your own.
“Beautiful,” He muses as he watches the charm settle on your skin, “shame it’s not permanent.”
“Permanent?” You echo as Volt tilts his head, a heated fire settling in his gaze.
“You’ll have to take my necklace off when you fall asleep, dearest,” His hands now sit on your hips, and with a quick burst of energy, he shifts you towards him, “but I can give you something even better, if you’re willing.”
You’re wearing Volt’s jacket and his necklace after you, practically, made out with him. What else could he possibly give you?
Oh, there’s a laundry list, but I’d like to start with whatever he has in mind.
You slowly nod your head before Volt sweetly kisses you. You chase after his lips, but a finger over your mouth stops you in your tracks.
“I need my gorgeous canvas to be still for a few moments.” Volt winks, his grin blinding you for a few moments, as a trail of kisses is led from the corner of your mouth to the bottom of your throat.
Air is sucked from your lungs the second Volt begins to create a purple mark on your skin. He doesn't linger there long - a kiss is placed over the hickey, once it's visible, and he nips at the skin before he continues on.
You expect a wild assortment of discolored marks on your skin, in no particular order, but Volt appears to have a vision for his masterpiece. He creates a diagonal of hickeys, then a horizontal line, then another diagonal-
Holy shit, he’s painting a lightning bolt - the very charm you wear around your neck - right onto your body.
“Volt,” You tip his head upwards when he tries to pull your shirt down, “we are in public-”
“-yet you let me lay claim to you.” Volt’s lips curl upwards as one of your fingers twirls around a strand of his hair.
“Lay claim to me?” You chuckle. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Do you find my behavior strange?” He kisses up the neckline of your shirt as you comb a hand through his hair.
“Very much so,” You can’t help but grin as the words slip out of your mouth, “You sound like Mr. Darcy when you’re drunk.”
“Is he more or less charming than my usual self?” Volt quips. “Besides, you are hardly one to talk about such a thing. Where’s all of that reservation that you usually display?”
“I’m not that reserved,” You crinkle your nose at him, “Cam just gets pissed at me whenever I touch another guy.”
“Is that why you don’t…” He trails off as you nervously chew on your bottom lip. “Darling-”
“-it’s fine.” You hug yourself with your arms before Volt places his hands on your back. “We’re done. Don’t have to worry about that anymore, right?”
“I-”
“-Jesus Christ, Volt,” Eddie’s gawking at you after he interrupts Volt, and his gaze is pointed at the pretty picture that’s been painted on your neck and chest, “Cam’s going to kill you when he finds out about this.”
“They’re not together anymore,” Volt says as he looks over your appearance - his necklace, his coat, his marks, “doesn’t our darling look so wonderful in my clothes?”
“Of course they do,” Eddie huffs, watching as you sway back-and-forth in Volt’s arms, “but you know how this goes. They’ll get back with Cam in a few days.”
“Have a little more faith, my dear.” Volt’s thumbs dig into your back, causing you to giggle. “You doubt their resolve.”
Eddie’s hands go to your shoulders, keeping you in place, and you frown at him in response.
“You’re no fun.” You whine before you offer Eddie your hands. “I already kissed Volt. Let me kiss you, Eddie.”
“You reek.” He cringes when your alcohol-infused breath reaches his nose. “Can you even walk?”
“You want me to try?”
“No.” Eddie and Volt answer your question at the same time.
“We’re taking you home. The last thing you need is alcohol poisoning." Eddie squeezes your shoulder. “C’mon, get up. We’ll carry you to the car.”
“But I don’t wanna.” You huff. “I want to stay with Volt. He’s nice and warm, and I can fall asleep in his arms.”
“You’re not sleeping,” Eddie’s hands wrap around your middle before he hauls you off of Volt, “sweetheart, you can’t go to sleep until you sober up. You could choke on your own vomit in your sleep, and I’m not letting that happen.”
“You’re mean.” You pout before you stick your arms through Volt’s jackets, in an effort to supplement the body heat you just lost.
“Oh, I’m terrible for not letting you die.” Eddie rolls his eyes. “You good, Volt?”
“I can walk,” Volt chuckles as he watches you flounder on your own two legs, “our dearest, on the other hand… they look like they need a bit of assistance.”
You lean against Eddie, not realizing how messed up you were until you nearly fell off of Skylar’s back porch after you took too big of a step forward. Volt comes to your side, helping you keep your balance with a steady hand on your shoulder.
I could’ve gotten myself hurt if they weren’t here. I’m really lucky to have Eddie and Volt in my life.
“Come, my darling,” Volt purrs before he places a kiss on the top of your head, “let’s get you to the car in one piece.”
Eddie and Volt help guide you through the sea of people, and you manage to avoid Cam, Skylar, and Skylar’s nosy roommates as you exit her house. They lead you to Eddie’s car, despite your feet dragging from the alcohol in your system.
Volt pulls his coat off of you, which makes you pout, before Eddie helps you into the passenger’s seat.
“If you feel like you have to puke-”
“-window.” You vaguely gesture to the object in question before Volt drapes his coat over your body as a makeshift blanket. “Thank you, honey.”
You cuddle into the headrest before Eddie places the gentlest kiss on your cheek. He coughs into his hand when your unsteady gaze lands on his.
“For, uh… earlier.” He folds his arms as his eyes soften. “Relax. We’ve got you.”
We?
Another kiss - this time, from Volt - lands on your other cheek before Eddie tucks your legs in and shuts the door of the car.
Soft music plays on the radio as the engine roars to life, and Eddie keeps a hand on your thigh, which your foggy, drunken mind enjoys, as the three of you drive off towards your apartment. It’s a constant battle to keep your eyes open, but you force yourself to stay awake, only for the sake of your closest companions.
You swear you blink only once, and you’re suddenly transported inside their apartment, rather than your own. You’re forced to down a glass of water, alongside some salty food that you really don’t care for, as Volt strokes your hair with his hands. You’re tempted to get up, but the soft couch you lay on, plus Volt’s warm touches, pull you away from that thought.
You hear clashing voices in the distance - Eddie and Cam’s, you reckon, from what they’re yelling about.
“Why are they here? We’re done-”
“-they’re drunk, and Sam’s not at their apartment right now. I’m not dropping them off until I know they’re gonna be okay.”
“I’ve done it before-”
“-Are you fucking serious?”
“Will you excuse me for a moment, darling?” Volt kisses your cheek repeatedly before he gets up from the couch.
“Your jacket-” You weakly say, trying to hand it back to him, but he refuses.
“-it looks much better on you.” With a wink, he’s off to join Cam and Eddie wherever they are.
You’re feeling a bit better, so you decide to drift off to sleep.
Can’t hurt to sleep this off, right?
You don’t dream of your ex, though. You dream of soft white locks, lingering touches, longing kisses, and an endless well of affection. It’s all you can dream of for days.
Cam and I are done. …Hopefully.
…You’re back with Cam before the end of the week.