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    One Night Stand – (Chapter: Kyla to the Rescue)

    As I nip her earlobe I whisper again, “Baby, want to get out of here?”

    This time I felt her shudder and nod her head.

    I’m snapped out of my wonderful day dream by a brunette that sits next to me.

    “Hey,” She smiles

    “Hey,” I say monotone as I turn my attention back to the dance floor

    “Want to dance?” She asks cheerfully

    “No.” I say simply

    “Why not?’ She asks quietly

    “Because I’m not interested.” I say curtly

    “Girlfriend?”

    I just give her a mean look for her question and quickly return my gaze back to the crowd.

    I hear her sigh and say, “At least let me buy you a drink.”

    I just want her to go away and leave me to my misery. I just roll my eyes and shrug my shoulders. Maybe having her buy me drink will make her go away. At this point I’m far gone anyway. What can one more drink hurt?

    She takes it as a yes and I hear her order the drinks. When they get there she taps me on the shoulder and I just turn and down it. I then quickly turn my attention back to the dance floor and my memories. I guess some time passes and my head begins to spin and my body feels like it’s turning into jelly. I shake my head in a feeble attempt to stop the room from spinning when I feel two hand tug me out of the barstool. I kind of manage to focus my screwed up vision and see that it’s the girl who bought me the drink.

    “What are you doing?” I slur

    “We’re going to go dance.” She says smiling

    I shake my head no but she ignores me and leads me to the dance floor. I tell my body to pull back but it refuses to listen to my commands. It’s like it’s turned into putty. This feels very weird to me. I’ve been drunk before and I’ve never felt like this before. As soon as she has me on the dance floor she pulls me into her body tightly and begins to move us both with the music because at this point I wasn’t capable of doing anything other than probably collapsing on the floor. I don’t know how long we’re there for but as soon as she leans in and whispers in my ear, “Let’s get out of here, Blondie,” I begin to attempt to get out of her arms.

    Comments

    1. OMG! 2 months without Ashley. I hate to know what Ashley is going through all this time thinking that what Allison said was true. Too much pain. I hate this separation between them. Loved your update.

    2. Ok this might sound stupid but that update had me in tears =*(…we just need to see the 2 love birds back together again. Great update as always…and please please please update soon!

    3. Oh I forgot to add. (See how much I love your story. I always read it twice). That’s okay about my morning routine. But I will be looking for your updates every morning regardless. Thanks for making my days begin so sweetly (even with the drama. lol) Much love to you.

    4. god a few days away fromt the computer is bad cause now i have to catch up with your story. great update and allison was seriously dreaming if she thought spence was going to give them another shot.pms!! i’m off to read your next update!!pms!!!

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