Sadie's POV

"Y'all they just fucking fucked," Noah said, and everyone cheered.

"They didn't fuck, they just made out which was the plan," Lilia said, and I agreed.

"I had to break that up before it went deeper." I said, and the boys laughed.

"Finn was ready to go deeper, if you know what I mean." Caleb said, and the guys laughed.

"He had a boner and had to stay out there, catch up." Gaten said, as the girls weren't understanding.

"Well I'm happy for them. I hope they take it the right way." I said. And everyone agreed.

"Just don't say anything about it, just see how they act." Maddie said, and everyone agreed it was a good idea.

Soon enough they were dressed again and downstairs, and we were watching a movie. Millie went and sat on another couch away from Finn. Finn was fidgeting with his fingers and his leg was bouncing, distracted. Millie looked embarrassed.

Did it not work? God damn it. Well, one step closer right?

Millie's POV

I never wanted Finn so bad in that moment. But the moment is done. Sexual chemistry. We don't actually like each other. He's my friend.

I can't help but think about the way he touched me. It was different. I wanted it. I liked the feeling of his hand on my back and stomach and upper thigh. I liked it. His hands feel like a safe place for me. I never knew that would happen, considering how Jacob ruined me.

Am I a slut? Oh my god I'm a slut. I'm letting guys touch me, then I go and make out with my friend? Oh my god I'm actually horrible.

I looked up discreetly and looked over to Finn, and he was laying on his back with his feet off the couch because he's too small for it, watching his hands in his lap fidget around. I wonder what he's thinking about. God, Millie, stop thinking about it. It was five minutes. Unnecessary 5 minutes that could've just ruined our friendship.

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"So are we drinking tonight or are we not?" Sadie asked, and Caleb and Gaten started shouting and cheering.

I guess that's a yes.

Sadie started pouring shots, and looked towards Finn.

"You want to drink tonight? Looks like you've had a rough night." She said, jokingly. He didn't take it as a joke.

"What do you mean? I'm fine." He said, and Sadie smiled. He got very defensive.

"It was a joke. So yay or nay?" She asked, and all the guys and girls cheered for him to drink tonight. After 5 minutes of arguing, Finn gave in.

I really don't know why he doesn't. I guess we'll find out tonight.

I didn't drink a lot, just a shot or two. The guys drank their heads off, the girls were just a little tipsy. God, why am I the only one actually sane?

Sadie put on music so everyone was dancing, even Finn. I stayed on the couch and watched him dance. He saw me, and walked up to me and grabbed my hand. He's really drunk.

"Come dance Millie," he said, smiling and helping me up, dancing. I looked into his eyes, and it was like they were unfocused, distracted by the alcohol. He had the biggest smile on his face, though. He put his hands on my hips, and I put mine on his shoulders and we bounded around and just danced. I enjoyed that moment.

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After a while, some of the girls were passing out on the couch, and so were the guys. I went to the guest bed and started watching Netflix.

Someone opened the door and turned on the light. It was Finn.

"Finn what are you doing?" I asked. He smiled and sat on the bed with me. Still drunk.

"You're amazing Millie you are the sweetest girl I know. I want you to meet my family," he said, and I giggled.

"You're a goof, Finn. Get to bed, yeah?" I said, and he shrugged.

"My family wouldn't like you. They don't even like me. They don't like me, Millie." Finn said, and I went to grab him his extra clothes from the corner of the room. I turned back around and he was crying, almost sobbing.

"Finn what's wrong?" I asked, and he kept crying.

"My family hates me," he said. He's just drunk.

"No they don't Finn. You just need to get some sleep, okay?" I said, and he immediately stopped crying, and stared at me. A stare so dark it can outbeat his normal one in a heartbeat. I actually thought he was going to murder me.

"I want them to be gone, Millie." He said, not losing that sense of emotion in his eyes. He almost sounds psychotic.

"Finn, it's okay. Just get some sleep yeah? I'll sleep with you to make sure you fall asleep." I said, and he nodded. We laid down and turned the light off, and he turned and looked at me. He's still drunk.

"I can't sleep. I don't sleep most nights. It's lucky if I do. You make me sleep. You make me feel excitement. I got excited today with you. I'm sorry Millie." He said, half aware he was still talking out loud. God, now I know why Finn doesn't get drunk.

"It's okay Finn. Maybe just go to sleep for now? I can help you. How can I help?" I asked, and he looked at me. He leaned in to kiss me, and I backed up.

"What are you doing?" I asked, and he smiled, and traced his hand down my arm.

"Kiss?" He asked, and rolled on top of me, to be on top. It gave me butterflies, but I don't know why it did. I'm dealing with a drunk Finn feeling every fucking emotion known to man in a span of 5 minutes.

"No Finn, sleep. Yeah?" I said, and he nodded yes. He stood up and took off his shirt and his pants, so I looked away in respect for his privacy. When he got back into bed, he still didn't have a shirt on, but he put on a pair of shorts I handed him to change into. I looked at his shirtless top, then down to his waist where his scars were. They were honestly really visible even in the dark light.

"I like to pretend I was scratched by a Tiger to make me seem cool, Millie. I don't like being vulnerable. He said, and I nodded. I felt bad. What if that's what he actually says?

Well, a drunk mans words is a sober mans thoughts.

He immediately started crying, and I pushed his hair back out of his face.

"Why me? Why did all of this have to happen to me? Why do I feel this way?" He asked, crying. He hugged me, so I hugged him back.

"Go to sleep, Finn. It's okay. Everything is okay. Goodnight." I said, him not letting go of the hug we are sharing in the bed. Honestly, I didn't want to let go either. It was nice to feel the warmth of his body on mine, and he in someone's arms who made me feel safe. But how is someone with the darkest personality I've ever met keeping me safe? I swear he just tried to seduce me into sex on this bed. But that was him drunk. But he's still capable. I'm assuming he's capable of a lot of things, based off of the gibberish he was speaking to me as I tried to go to sleep.

All I could think about is what happened earlier that day, in the hot tub. I need to stop, because it doesn't mean anything. It just felt nice to finally just kiss Finn. Just to get rid of the pressure behind the curiosity. The curiosity is gone. Finn and I are friends. We always will be.

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Drunk Finn