Lorraines Bullet

I swayed my hips in my drunken state, my head buzzing with my favorite song. Slide by Drake.

Left foot up....... basically what I am .......... either way we gonna slide.

Wait a minute. My eyes roamed the area for my sister, but she was nowhere to be seen. Tears started to well up in my eyes as I frantically searched for my sister. Why am I worrying? My sister is more mature than I am when drunk. As a matter of fact, she was more mature as a drunk than in her entire life entirely. My usual tied-up hair blocked my view as I walked, I threw my hair to the side and decided to search for my fellow human beings. I was about to pass a tree when I noticed it was Indeed a human, a man to be specific. The shadows covered his figure while his shoes were on full display. I narrowed my eyes on his legs. Woooow. He has huge feet. I had to tell him. It was fascinating indeed. My eyes still narrowed down unto his shoe I stumbled towards him when I heard a very loud click and puff. My eyes dropped to my heels that were broken into two pieces. I blinked a few times trying to process a few things in my drunken state. These were Steff's... I was dead. I already knew what would be written on my tombstone.

Lorraine Anderson

Died at the age of 26

Wonderful Friend and Sister

But most importantly a perfect daughter

Cause of death by her dearest sister who had killed her with the heel she had broke.

May her soul rest in Peace

I shuddered at the thought. The weird-looking man didn't pay any attention to me. How rude. My legs were slowly starting to ache, I grabbed the two broken pieces and pulled off my second heel. I am so happy right now that Dad had forced me to wear these stockings. Before I knew it I stood in front of the Man who was still covered in Shadows. I could clearly see that his eyes were closed.

I cleared my throat so he would be aware of my presence but he didn't even budge. What a- butt is this. I proceeded with my mission and decided to tap on the strange man's shoulder.

"What?" A hoarse, yet really hot voice said. I looked around trying to figure out where that sound had come from, my eyes met that of a half-closed one.

"What?!" I just stared at him as bile rose up my throat, I tried to come closer to his figure but then of course I had to trip over a stone.How Cliche. I coughed a few times trying to regain my balance, but again I failed. My body leaped forward towards the man at the same time the bile in my throat came up and I puked on the strange man. I could see him staring at his coat that I had messed up, lucky him.... wearing a coat in spring.

He stared at me blankly, and that's when my dear non-existent brain cell registered the hotness - yes I am very aware that I am a beauty myself- that was before me. My head was kept on his firm chest as I stared at him I could feel myself drowsing off.

Soon I was enveloped by beautiful darkness. At least that's what I wished for. 'Cause what I was feeling at the moment was a pure embarrassment as much as drunk me could even feel.

He looked at me with an emotionless face, me being me in my drunk state, I smiled sheepishly at him making duck lips.

"Mr. Good looking, hiccup, I want to, hiccup, home. Do you know, hiccup, where I live? I bet you, hiccup, do. Right "

The strange man just stared at me, wait a minute he looked really familiar. I brought my face closer to his, my face was now a few centimeters away from his.

"Do I know you?" He raised his eyebrows in a very manly way. He stepped out of the shadows, me of course still leaning on him.

"No. Should I call a taxi for you?" Once again I was smiling like a fool, then it dropped.

"My Sister, hiccup, said I shouldn't go with strange men, and you Mister are very very strange. But I trust you, so bring, hiccup, taxi, hiccup, me."

The man still stared blankly at me. Doesn't he have emotions? He raised an eyebrow at me accusingly, upps, I said that out loud.

He sighed and walked with me until we found a Taxi.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Strange."

I was about to get in when yet again a fact struck me. I turned on my heel and smiled at Mr.Strange with an innocent look.

"Mr. Strange, do you wanna take a ride with, me? My treat."

"I came with my car." My smile dropped.

" Please? You really want to leave a young woman, who by the way is really drunk alone with a man who could secretly be a kidnapper. " I tilted my head to the side to add to my dramatic act.

Rolling his eyes he stepped into the car.

"Where to?"

I just realized that I left my keys with Steph... Which means I am kind of homeless.

I bent down to the ears of Mr.Strange.

"Excuse me, umm... where do you live? Can I come with you, my sister has my keys."

He shook his head. What does he mean, no?

"You don't seem to understand my point right now, I am as good as homeless right now."

"I'm not taking you to my home, but I can book a hotel room for you." Interesting, he's smart and a gentleman or he could be a creep, only God knows truly what is going on in his mind. But who cares, at least I can die knowing I was killed by a handsome creep and not some old hag.

"Okay!"

I don't know what came over me - no- I know what came over me, it was my drunken self. I laid my head on Mr.Stranger's head and slowly closed my eyes.

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I could feel myself being carried by someone and plopped unto a bed, the person covered my body with the blankets and was about to walk out when I grabbed the hem of their sleeve. I got up from the bed wanting to use the bathroom when I toppled over the person who had tucked me in, and before I could help myself. Our lips had connected. The room was dimly lit but I noticed that he was Mr. Stranger. I was still drunk and decided to use this as my 'advantage' I closed my eyes and moved my lips against his lips, soon after our lips moved in sync. He picked me up from the floor while I wrapped my legs around his waist, I just noticed that his lips tasted like alcohol too, which means he was somehow in between drunk and sober, and that he wouldn't have been able to drive anyways or maybe it's just me tasting my own saliva.

He plopped me down unto the bed and he seemed to register hat he was doing as he backed away. He ran his hands through his brown thick hair, he let out a loud sigh.

"I'm sorry " I ignored him and went back to my sleeping off, he laid down on the other bed that was opposite to mine.

My lids started to drop.For real this time

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I was awakened by the sun shining brightly onto my face, my head was pounding from every area in my scull.

I finally found my phone in my bag that was on the floor, I checked the time.

8: 19, 8:19, 8:19, oh my Holy Moly, I am supposed to be at home before the beast aka. my father awakens. I'm soooo dead. I had to be home by 8:30.

I hopped out of bed ready to run for my life when I noticed an extraordinary hot guy on the bed opposite mine, who was deep asleep. All the memories hit me like a rock, my headache just got worse and so did my will to get out of here I picked up my heels ready to boost off but of course, my guilty conscience got the best of me. I dropped my last hundred dollar bill that was in my bra and a short text saying; Thank you, sorry had something to attend to. Bye. Once again I was about to turn around when my guilty conscience hit me harder, so I turned on my heel and put a bright smiley on the paper trying to show my Gratitude.

And then with no Guilt in my system, I did one thing.

I ran.

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