𝘼𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑

I turn my head and blink away my tears, looking up at the concerned looking dark haired girl above me.

"What happened?" Kiara questions, gently helping me off the ground.

"I was bored at the party and Rafe said to get a drink so I did but I got distracted and the girl just walked right into me. My drink spilled all over my dress and she yelled at me. Called me an airhead. I tried to wash the stain off but it just kept getting worse and worse. Then I told Rafe I wanted to go home but I started crying and he hates when I cry so he yelled at me too. He told me to go home because I was embarrassing him so I left and I tried to home but now I'm lost. I don't know where to go, Kie" I sob loudly.

"Hey, you're okay now" The girl assures, taking my face in her hands and wiping my tears with her thumbs "You're safe with me"

"My brother is going to be so mad if I go home like this" I stress out.

"Mad at you?" She frowns.

"No. At Rafe" I reply.

"You should be mad at him too. Leaving you on your own when you're drunk and vulnerable is not okay, Allison" Kiara explains to me.

"He just didn't want to see me cry" I try to defend him.

She sighs in defeat and takes her hands away from my face, softly grabbing onto my hand.

"I know a place that you can crash, okay? You don't have to go home" She tells me.

"Thank you" I say gratefully.

"Don't mention it" She smiles, gently tugging on my hand.

I allow her to guide me through the darkened streets until we reach an old run down house near the marsh and we head down the dirt path towards it.

"Shh, try to be quiet" She whispers as we walk onto the porch.

I nod my head and we enter the house, the sound of snoring entering my ears. My eyes turn to the direction the sound is coming from and I see a sleeping John B on the pull out sofa. Kiara leads me through to another room and sits me down on the bed.

"Is this John B's house?" I ask her curiously as she searches through drawers.

"Yeah. We call it the chateau" She answers.

"It's nice" I mumble.

"It's a piece of shit" She corrects, turning to me with a smile "But it's home"

Kiara throws something at me and it lands on my lap before I lift it to see that it's a large crewneck sweater. I furrow my brows in confusion as I stare at the fabric and look up at the girl to see her now wearing a sweater similar to the one in my hands.

"You don't need to give me this, Kie. I can just sleep in what I'm wearing" I assure her.

"Don't be stupid. Your dress is stained" Kiara argues.

"Are you sure you wanna let me wear your clothes?" I ask hesitantly.

"Of course. It's cool" She assures me.

I stand up and place the sweater down onto the bed before reaching behind me, trying to grasp onto the zipper. Before I even have to ask, Kiara is right behind me and she taps my hand, letting me know she's got it.

The dark haired girl slowly pulls down the zip of my dress, her hot breath fanning over my back and inhale sharply, a funny feeling fluttering in my stomach.

She pats my hip once she's done and walks away, leaving me flustered and confused. I let my dress slip off of my shoulders and fall to the floor, picking up the sweater and pulling it on over my head. I kick off my shoes and turn to see the Carrera girl offer me a packet of wipes.

"Thanks" I smile, taking them from her.

I clean my face and flop down onto the bed with a sigh. My eyes fall closed as I listen to the sound of Kiara's footsteps padding around the room while she gets ready for bed. She leaves the room and comes back five minutes later, her steps stopping right in front of me. I feel a sting on my right knee and I gasp, shooting up in pain.

"I'm sorry, but this is going to sting" She says, knelt down on the floor with antiseptic wipes "Do you want to hold my hand?"

"If that's okay" I nod.

Kiara smiles softly and reaches out, letting me slip my hand into hers. She continues to clean the blood off my scraped knees and I clutch onto her hand tightly, my eyes screwed shut.

Once she's done, I feel her putting something onto my knees and I peel open my eyes to see two hello kitty bandaids covering the scrapes.

"Thank you" I smile at her gratefully.

"You're welcome" She grins, patting my leg as she stands up "Move over a little"

I crawl under the covers and she follows, laying down next to me. She turns to face me and I do the same, the both of us just staring at one another in silence.

"You know, for someone with a boyfriend you act as if you don't get to sleep in his clothes" Kiara comments, breaking the quiet.

"Rafe doesn't let me wear his clothes" I counter.

"Are you being serious right now?" She frowns.

"Yeah. He doesn't want me to ruin them or make them smell like me" I explain.

"What a douche" She scoffs.

"It's okay. I'm used to it" I shrug.

"You shouldn't have to be" Kiara tells me.

We both fall into another comfortable silence and I take the time to study the girl next to me. Her dark curls are messily tied up in a bun on top of her head, a few strays framing her face. Her tired chocolate brown eyes seem to be studying me the same way I'm doing to her. Her button nose unconsciously twitches, much like a bunny rabbit and it makes me smile in amusement. My gaze lastly reaches her round plump lips and I notice their smooth appearance, my mind wondering if they feel as soft as they look.

"Allison?" Kiara whispers, snapping me out of my daze.

"Kiara" I hum in response.

"You can wear my clothes any time you want" She states.

My lips curl up into a happy smile and she hesitantly reaches up, brushing my blonde waves out of my face.

"Can we cuddle?" I question before I realise how weird it may sound "You don't have to if that's too weird for you. It's just that Rafe hates cuddling but it really helps me fall asleep. Usually the only person that will cuddle with me is Sarah, but it's not really the same because she's my best friend and it feels the same as hugging my brother. Oh my God, I'm rambling again. I'm sorry"

"You don't have to apologise for rambling with me, remember?" Kiara reminds me.

"I forgot" I say sheepishly.

"We can cuddle, under one condition" She proposes.

"What's that?" I ask.

"I get to be the big spoon" She answers and I grin.

"Deal" I agree.

I roll over, facing the window and Kiara wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me as close as humanly possible.

I absentmindedly grab the Carrera girl's hand, intertwining our fingers and Kiara buries her face in the crook of my neck.

"This is nice" I admit.

"I agree" Kiara murmurs.