Behind Closet Doors.

Jamie;

The party was in full swing when we arrived. Tyler and I walked hand in hand through the front door with Skye and Peyton trailing behind us. Grant Fry was the host and he greeted Tyler with a one armed bro hug while Tyler kept his hand in mine. We were used to this by now; the act. I smiled and hugged Grant when his arms wrapped around me. He was on the track team with Tyler and we’d hung out plenty of times since our fake relationship had started.

“Hey Jamie… Hey Peyton… who’s this?” He said motioning towards Skye. His eyes were showing his obvious interest in our friend. I smiled at the girls behind me and raised my eyebrows at Skye. She smiled and reached her hand out to Grant.

“I’m Skye.” She said and they shook hands, their fingers lingering behind for a moment.

“I’m Grant. Y’all want a drink? We’ve got any liquor you could want and a keg set up in the kitchen.” He said as we followed him towards the kitchen. When we walked into the kitchen there were about fifteen people standing in little circles talking and drinking. The bar on the outer part of the room was littered with plastic red cups and surrounded by people as well.

“Let’s take a shot!” I said when we stopped in front of the fridge. Peyton smiled at me and I couldn’t help but smile back. She looked amazing tonight and it was hard for me to be holding Tyler’s hand when all I wanted to do was take her in my arms and kiss her madly.

“What kind of shot do you want to take?” Grant asked opening the fridge door.

“I’m not really a shot taker.” Skye said shyly. He smiled at her and grabbed a few different colorful liquors from the fridge.

“I’ll make you something tasty, I promise you’ll like it.” Grant said flirtatiously. She smiled at him and he made us all a fruity shot. We clinked our glasses together.

“Cheers to summer, and cheers to beautiful ladies.” Grant said and looked at Skye as he finished his sentence. We all shot the liquor into our mouths and it tasted like a cherry jolly rancher.

“That was delicious!” Peyton said after setting her shot glass down on the counter.

“Hell yeah it was.” Skye agreed.

“It was good, but I need a big girl drink.” I added. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of tequila. I poured a few shots out for us.

“I’m not taking that!” Skye said backing away when I tried to hand it to her.

“Oh come on Skye don’t be scared. It’s just a little bit of tequila.” Tyler said nudging her.

“No, not unless you want me to puke.” She said. I shrugged and kept the shot for myself.

“Okay, I’ll just have to take yours.” I said and shot the liquor down one after the other. Tyler, Grant, and Peyton took theirs and then Tyler went to the keg to grab some beers for us. Peyton was eyeing me and it was making my body temperature rise, it could have been the tequila but I was pretty sure it was those sexy blues undressing me. We won’t make it through the night without sneaking off if she kept looking at me like that. Grant was talking to Skye as he mixed her a fruity drink behind Peyton. I inched closer to her keeping a safe enough distance between us. She was smiling and it was always contagious for me.

“Let’s take another shot.” She said and poured tequila into each of the shot glasses.

“Oops, I poured too many. I guess we’ll have to take two.” She said smiling innocently. I shook my head knowing her sneaky ways. She was trying to get me drunk and I wasn’t upset about it.

“I need a lime or something to chase, the tastes overpowering my mouth right now.” I admitted. Every breath I took was fuming with tequila already. She grabbed a couple lime wedges out of the fridge that were conveniently already cut up and in a bowl. She smiled at me and handed the fruit over.

“Ready?” She said holding the glasses in her hands and raising them towards me.

“Cheers to an amazing year.” I said as our glasses clinked together. The liquor slid down easy but the heat rose into my chest and instantly flowed through my veins. I took the lime into my mouth and bit down sucking all the juice to drown out the taste. Peyton and I were staring intensely into each others eyes and I knew it would be weird if someone looked over and saw the way we were staring but it’s okay because everyone’s drunk.

“Ahem…Here are your beers ladies.” Tyler said handing a red cup to each of us. He smiled at me when I snapped out of my love trance and looked over at him. He slid his arm around my waist and I leaned into him. It had become such a habit to just be touching or showing affection anytime we were in public. It was okay because we’d become so close as friends that it was nice to always have him there protecting me from the world around us.

“What do you want to do now? It seems we’ve lost Skye.” Tyler said motioning behind us where we found Skye engulfed in an intense conversation with Grant. They were standing inches apart and their faces were so close they could probably taste the alcohol on each others breath.

“Get it girl!” Peyton yelled at Skye whose face turned red and she winked at us.

“Let’s check out the party.” I said grabbing Peyton’s hand with my free hand. Tyler’s arm stayed wrapped around me and we pushed our way through the bodies surrounding the room. People were dancing in the living room to Lean Back by Fat Joe. I didn’t really like the song so I decided we’d dance later. We made our way outside onto the back deck where people were playing beer pong on one end and flip cup on the other. The pool was open and people were swimming but I didn’t bring my suit with me tonight so I wouldn’t be going in there.

“Do you want to play flip cup?” Peyton asked. I realized we were still holding hands and pulled away reluctantly. If I wasn’t such a coward I could be holding her hand right now.

“Nooooo. I hate flip cup.” Tyler said. I looked over at the beer pong table and thought about playing but then I’d have to choose between Peyton and Tyler as my partner. We all know I’d want Peyton to be my partner but everyone would expect me to be Tyler’s partner.

“Hey Girls!” Tracy said walking up to us all on the deck. She was swaying drunkenly with a shorter black haired girl with dark green eyes holding her arm as if she was her only stable support.

“Hey lady. What’s up?” Peyton said. The alcohol was starting to hit me and my body was becoming loose and my head was getting fuzzy with that drunken feeling. I took a long drink of my beer and raised my cup to her as if saying hello.

“Oh my god, I’m derrrrrunk…. This is my cousin Harperrrr. She just moved here from Ant Arbor. Oops I mean Annnnnn Arbor.” Tracy said drunkenly. She stumbled a bit and almost fell over before the other girl steadied her.

“Hi! I’m Peyton, this is Jamie and that’s Tyler.” Peyton said introducing us.

“Charmed. I should probably get this drunken idiot home before she makes even more of a fool of herself!” She said nodding at us and then pulling Tracy off the deck towards the front yard.

“That girl is wasted.” Peyton said laughing a bit.

We found an empty table in the corner of the deck and settle into some chairs. We decided to play quarters. A few beers and a few shots later I was feeling very drunk and couldn’t keep my eyes off Peyton. She had been kicking my ass in quarters. Skye and Grant had finally popped back into the scene and were playing with us. Grant and Peyton both seemed to be really good at getting the quarter in the glass. Every time she heard the satisfying clink of metal on glass she would clap her hands and smile pointing at each of us chanting ‘DRINK’ over and over. She was definitely drunk and her eyes were piercing through me. I was ready to get out of here and be alone with her but I didn’t want to make Tyler leave and I knew Skye was having a good time with Grant who was now kissing her neck and whispering in her ear.

“I’m rally drank guysss.” I breathed out setting my beer on the table. I giggled at the sound of my slurred words, that couldn’t be what I really said out loud. It came out so much clearer in my mind.

“We all are babeeee” Peyton said. My eyes widened at her slip up and I looked around but no one was paying attention. Grant and Skye were eating each others faces now and the only other person within earshot was Tyler who obviously already knew our secret.

“Speak fur yaself. Em comflete…. completeeeeely sobers sa bird.” Tyler slurred out the words and was slowly slipping down further in his chair.

“Babyyyyyyy. You drunk.” I said kissing his cheek, things like this came naturally after all the time we’ve spent forming our fake relationship. I looked over at Peyton’s frown and winked at her letting her know she’d get much more later. She smiled at me and her eyes told me she knew exactly what I meant. Just then Tyler jumped out of his seat and ran off the porch. I heard the sound of him puking and went to take care of him. I found him on the side of the house puking in a bush and walked up behind him rubbing his back.

“Get all that nasty stuff out babe.” I cooed as he puked up the contents of his stomach and a few people walked by with disgusted looks on their faces.

“Keep walkin’ batches. He’s drunk and you problya are too.” I yelled incoherently as they walked past us. Soon after Tyler stopped puking I was joined by a drunken Peyton who snaked her arms around my waist and hugged me from behind.

“I can’t stand straight.” She said leaning against me.

“You dun do any fing straight boo.” I whispered to her.

“Skye is staying here tonight; she went to Grant’s room with him!” Peyton said sounding excited for her friend.

“Bitch bout to get some dickkkk.” I chanted. Tyler laughed at this with his head still in the bushes. I pulled his arm to pull him up off his knees but it wasn’t easy. His drunken dead weight was too much for me.

“Come on honey, let’s get you home.” I said and put one of his arms over my shoulder and Peyton grabbed the other putting it over her shoulder. We drunkenly carried him home with very little effort from him while we staggered towards Peyton’s house. His head hung down as if he was sleeping and each step he made with very little motion. His weight was heavy on Peyton and me but we made it home and set him up in the guest room. We pulled off his shirt and his shorts so he was just in boxers and tucked him into the guest bed, which had quickly become his bedroom practically. I put the trash can from the bathroom in front of him in case he needed to puke and set a glass of water on the nightstand.

Peyton and I snapped a picture of him in his passed out state and headed upstairs trying to remain quiet because her parents were sleeping. Our fingers were laced together as we made out way to Peyton’s room. I couldn’t stand not being able to touch her all night. She looked so beautiful tonight I wanted to be holding her in my arms and kissing her every minute. We stumbled up the stairs, trying not to make too much noise didn’t work so well because I tripped on the last step and stubbed my toe. I almost cried out ‘Fuck’ but Peyton covered my mouth knowing what was coming when I grabbed my toe and yelped.

“Aw baby, I’m sorry you hurt your toe.” Peyton said. She sounded much more sober than I felt but looked just as drunk as me. Her words were fading into one another but they weren’t slurred and incoherent like my own.

We made it into the safety of Peyton’s bedroom and she clapped her hands together. The light turned on and my drunken state hit me harder than ever. The room was spinning and my stomach was churning. Peyton looked over at me with those eyes like she was about to jump on me. I took deep breaths and her eyes changed from passion and lust to worry and love pretty quickly.

“Honey, are you okay? Do you need some water?” She asked walking towards me and running her hand through my hair. I couldn’t form words so I just nodded my response and she did the same in return.

“Okay J, I’m gonna get chu some water.” Now she sounded a little drunk there. She kissed my forehead creating a spark that ran through my entire already buzzing body. She walked towards the door and made her way to the kitchen. I closed my eyes trying to stop the world around me from spinning and took several deep breaths. I could make it through this without puking. I didn’t want to puke. I wanted to be in that bed, right in front of me. It was taunting me, waiting to be corrupted by Peyton and me once again. She returned quickly with a cold glass of water and I sat down on the bed taking sips and breathing. My stomach was starting to feel better but the room was still spinning somewhat so I closed my eyes.

I felt the soft touch of Peyton’s hand rubbing my lower back as she sat silently next to me. Somehow a few minutes later we had ended up lying down without me even knowing it happened. She was still tracing circles in the small of my back and I faded into sleep without trying.

Sorry it's short. Hope you like it :] -Liz