J A R E D  W I N S T I N ' S  P. O. V. 

Today was it. This would be the day that I told Valerie how I had felt about her. How I was in love with her. We agreed that she would drop by my house, and we could hang out there; and maybe even do more than hangout, after I talked to her, of course. 

I know that she feels some type of way towards me, so I don't think she will reject me. I hope not, at least.

Hey, she's the one that kissed me when we hung out at the pool; I wasn't planning on approaching her at all anymore. Not out of respect for stupid Lucas, but out of respect for Valerie.

God, she was perfect. Her blonde hair made her face luminescent. Her beautiful smile made my heart soar. This must be what love feels like, because I am completely and utterly in love with her. A feeling I never thought I deserved to know. 

It was Wednesday, so she didn't have too many classes today. We've been friends so long, I've gotten to know her schedule. Actually, I dropped by her house so much that I knew her schedule. 

When I finished my psychology class, I headed towards my car and got ready to drive home. God, I felt like I was floating on air. I couldn't even wait to see her. As I drove up to the house, I could see her car in the driveway, along with Brandon's. Oh boy, I hope Brandon hadn't done anything stupid to Valerie. He can be the least trustworthy person to be around, mostly because he's the type of person who could pressure you into anything.

He had a talent for pushing people's buttons the right way; making them be capable of anything. 

When I entered the front door, I found Valerie and Brandon on the floor. Valerie was wearing a beautiful green dress; the dress highlighted her curves so well. Brandon, on the other hand, was butt-naked with only his Hello Kitty apron on. Oh no.

"Hi, Jared," Valerie giggled. Her voice sounded slow and drunk. There were three empty glasses near Valerie, and three more empty glasses near Brandon. Oh no, Brandon got to her.

So much for our talk. 

"What's up, my mans." Brandon replied, winking his eye at me. He sounded just as plastered at Valerie. Great.

"Jared, Jared, hey Jared. Jarard. Jar-man. Winstin. Winnie Poo Boo." Brandon said as he struggled to stand up and up towards me. When he finally got to me, he placed his hand on my shoulder, balancing his weight on me. With the right amount of pressure, I could easily lean towards my right and have him fall on his ass, which I should do since he messed up everything tonight.

"What?" I asked him, impatiently. Does the universe just not want me to talk to Valerie? Everything keeps interrupting us. Was this a sing?

"Val-Val and I played a l-little game. It was that game we used to play. The one with the drinks, remember?" He slurred with his eyes barely open. Any type of game with Brandon was a game people should avoid. His games were often ridiculous and ended with alcohol poisonings. I have made it my duty to stay away from alcohol, but even Brandon knew how to make me drink. The kid had a talent for disaster.

"Yeah," Valerie laughed in the background. "We made strong drinks. And whoever could drink them the fastest won. Guess who won?" She pointed her thumbs towards her and gave me an enormous smile. Even though I was a little pissed that she was drunk, her smile was stunning. 

"Thanks, Brandon. Thanks a lot man," I remarked, sarcastically. 

"Hey, I'd die for you, bro. Remember that." He moved his arm off my shoulder and pointed his pointer finger towards me, but, soon enough, he lost his balance and fell onto the floor. A thump echoed through the kitchen, and I couldn't help but laugh. He's completely wasted. I guess Valerie knew how to mix her drinks if she could Brandon this drunk.

"Wait, wait, Brandon. Come here. I need the picture." Valerie said, while taking a hold of her phone. She struggled to stand up, and when she did, her face turned slightly paler than it was. She closed her eyes in hopes of restraining herself from throwing up.

"What picture?" I asked. Well, this was quite the image to see. Valerie barely standing, and Brandon slummed on the floor. How am I always left to babysit everyone?

"My prize. I told you I won," she asserted.

"Um, what?" I asked. Brandon had flopped himself on the floor, face down, so that his bare ass was exposed to us. Any normal person would probably have been repulsed by the sight of a naked butt, but this wouldn't be the first time Brandon has done something so idiotic that he was naked. 

"It's a long story. But, I need" a hiccup interrupted her speech. Seriously, she was completely wasted. Thank you so much, Brandon. "...um, I need a picture of his butt. For... tax purposes," she bursted out in laughter and Brandon joined her. They were both laughing, almost psychotically; the type of laughter where your stomach was clearly in pain, but the joke didn't make any sense. This was like watching a freaking circus, expect worse because I didn't ask for this. 

Valerie stood above Brandon's body and took the photo of his butt. I watched her save the image and make it her screensave. Wow. These kids were too much to handle. 

"Perfetto." She stated with a ridiculous smile on her face. 

"Wanna head upstairs, Val?" I asked her. I truly just wanted to get her away from Brandon and sober her up; Brandon had a talent of convincing others to party all night. Which is why I was often left to clean up his messes. 

"Oui, oui, mon cheri," she answered taking a hold on my shoulder for support. Moments after we began to walk, she started laughing again.

"What?" I asked her, guiding her up the staircase.

"I said wee-wee," she giggled. I smiled at her obnoxiousness, and my heart glowed at her comment. She was just as inappropriately humorous as I was, and the alcohol just brought that out in her. 

Valerie was something else. But she was a something else that I had loved. If that makes sense. 

When we got to my room, I opened the door and guided Valerie into it. But instead of walking into the room, she fell on the floor. Oh boy.

"Whoops," she laughed at her inability to walk. This would be fun; I sarcastically remarked to myself.

"God, Valerie. You're completely plastered." I uttered. 

"Plastered, Pl-las-tered. Turd" she emphasized the word and continued to laugh to her self. "What a funny word."

I sat on my bed and watched her lay on the floor. I wasn't about to try to pick her up for her to just fall again. Leaving her on the floor was my best option right now. 

"Hey. Hey, Jared. Jared. Jared. Guess what?"

"Hmm?" I stated, watching her twiddle with her hair in her hands, still on the floor. 

"Words are funny. Like why do we have them? I mean, they make no sense. Potato. Tomato. Fuoato. Mondago." She laughed.

"Girl, drink some water, you're delusional." I said, getting off the bed and handing her a bottle of water. Valerie sat up and took a sip of water. I headed back towards my bed and turned on the television. I decided to leave Valerie on the floor with the bottle of water; she needed time to sober up and the water would help her. 

After around twenty minutes, Valerie seemed to be getting more back to herself. It was clear she was still drunk, as she could barely keep her eyes open half the time, but she seemed more herself.

Eventually, she stood up and headed towards the bathroom. Minutes after, she came out and headed towards my closet. What was she up to now?

"What are you doing?" I asked her, while casually laying on my bed and waiting for a response.

"I'm going to borrow a shirt, if you don't mind." She stated, looking at me keenly from across the room. 

"Go for it, Val." I answered, turning my attention back to the television. However, before I knew it, Valerie moved the two straps off her shoulders and dropped her dress on the floor. My attention darted back to her. There, before me -- well, technically across the room from me -- was Valerie in a pink laced bra and matching underwear. Wow, she was hot. Girls usually only matched if they intended to have sex, right? Or was that just something people said?

Was Valerie planning on having sex?

I stared at Valerie with confusion and awe; confused as to what she was doing, and awed because she was breathtaking. I wanted to walk up to her and spin her around to face me, and then press my body into hers, feeling every square inch of her against me. 

No, Jared. No. I reminded myself. Valerie is drunk. I couldn't.

Valerie took a hold of a white shirt in my closet. She placed the shirt over her head and headed towards my bed. Why didn't she take any shorts or sweats? She sat on her knees, looking directly into my eyes almost as though she wanted something from me.

"Valerie, did you want me to get you some pants or something?" I asked her, concerningly. I asked her this more for my sake than hers. The site of her like this was templating enough.

"No," she answered, confidently. She placed her hand on my chest as I laid on my bed, and she began to moved it downwards. I took hold her hand before she could get anywhere.

"What are you doing?" I asked, confused. I could feel what she wanted to do. I could feel the tension in the room, the fire in her eyes, the passion in her stare. It was the same gaze I saw the day I gave her those hickies; the stare that my blood boil. 

"Jared Winstin." She sighed as she moved herself closer to me. She sat on top of me, and, all of the sudden, I felt paralyzed. My heart felt like it had stopped, but it also felt like it was beating so profusely that my chest could explode. 

She moved herself closer to my face and placed a kiss on my neck before looking me into my eyes. She was beautiful. I ran my hand through her hair, and she closed her eyes at my touch; her hair was messy, mostly because she had been rolling around on the floor like a drunken goofball, but it was still perfect. My shirt hugged her so well, but I wanted to rip it off of her. Her panties covered her, but I could so easily take them off... 

More importantly, I could so easily kiss every inch of her body and make her revel in pleasure.

She opened her eyes and looked at me intently. The next words she said made my body ache for her. 

"I want you to fuck me, Jared. I want you to take me, right here and right now. I want you to make love to me." 

Her eyes blazed with longing for me; and my eyes returned the look. God, I wanted her. Everything inside of me craved for her.

More than anything, I desire her. I wanted to hold her; to delight myself in her; to make love to her. 

But this was wrong. She wasn't in a right state of mind. Who knows if this was Valerie talking or if this was the alcohol talking. 

Valerie took hold of my shirt, ready to take it off, when I stopped her. A confused look appeared on her face as I stopped her. I knew that was the right decision, but my body agonized my choice. I didn't want to stop her. But I had to do the right thing. 

"Valerie, this isn't right."

"What do you mean?" She proceeded to seduce me as she licked the side of my neck. I quickly took hold of her, stopping her. 

"I mean, you're drunk, and you should go to sleep."

"Do you not like me?" She whimpered; the tone of her voice was painfully sad. Her heart looked broken at my rejection, but I was only doing this for her. 

"No, Valerie! Of course not. I just think you need some sleep." I stated, calmly. She nodded her head as she moved back next to me on the bed and laid down. Not long after, she fell asleep.

It was so hard for me not to have approached her, espeically when I wanted to be with her so badly. But this was the right thing to do. I just needed to talk to her. Tomorrow, I would try to tell her again.

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