A/N: Just a small reminder, they are not together. Yet. And I've said it at the beginning of the last chapter that this is a two-part story, so no, it will not be a full story, at least not until I think of something to make it more full. However, I am working on a long story of FST.
Enjoy.
May be a little OOC.
Today was Jose's photography exhibition. Ana sat up and went to look for Kate, only to find an empty bedroom that reminded her of the video she sent her of her and Elliot in Barbados. They were all tanned and red, drinking martinis and swimming in the ocean. She wanted to have that kind of carefree life too, and they left thinking she and Christian got back together.
Ana sighed, getting up to get ready for the exhibition opening, her mind drifted back to her time in the club, just after she left the CEO. She had no idea what happened, Christian never showed her the video of her in the club, but when he asked her about dancing, something clicked in her mind.
Katy Perry's ET was playing from the open speakers on the ceiling of the bar, people started to sway with the beat, some even started to jump around. Drinks were spilling out and drunk ladies were grinding on drunk dudes. Everyone was crazy. Then, a circle started to form around two people. A black hair and a brunette. The brunette was unmistakably Anastasia, but the black hair was some stranger that she got the courage to challenge.
Remembering the dancing lessons she used to take, she started to dance with the beat, until the black hair chick joined. A dance-off started right there and then. A drunk Ana wasn't going to give up easily, even when she could hardly balance herself, she still managed to dance according to the beat. Their moves were sexy and hot, a circle was formed around them and it had created a dance floor for them. When the song ended, they jumped on each other, giving each other the tightest hug.
Gasping at the memory that suddenly rushed back into her mind, she slammed her closet door shut.
"Dammit, sweet Jesus." She cursed out loud, since there was no one but her.
That was the video Christian had on his phone. She bet she could draw out his facial expression accurately even without a glance at his face.
Groaning in to the clothes clutched in her hands for the opening, she laid back down on to her bed. Then another thought made her wanna curl up even more.
Christian was coming to pick her up and they were going to Portland in his Charlie Tango. The thought made her cringe in embarrassment, she had no cheek to face him anymore, she'd rather not know what happened.
She was lucky that he wasn't in the mood to bring up what happened in the club, since it was four days ago, but she wasn't exactly wrong about him wanting to have her as his date. His possessive arm found its way back to her waist and her lower back.
When they reached the long room at the back, where it put Jose's more valuable and more successful works on display. Ana halted when she spotted six photographs of her. They were all close-up pictures of her. She didn't even remember being taken in that pose. She could feel Christian's muscles tense on her back, knowing that he saw them too and was shocked and jealous. He didn't like to share, and definitely didn't like people looking at her pictures, admiring her.
"I'll be back." He growled in her ear and left. Ana wasn't really sure what to do afterwards when he came back, because knowing him, he was more than likely to go and buy all six with a price that no one would ever think of, let along bid with him.
"Ana." Jose's excited voice taken her out of her trance.
"Hey," she greeted back shyly, still shocked by all the pictures.
"Do you like it so far?" He asked, standing too close to her.
Ana was almost certain that this boy would never remember the times he tried to hit on her and got either turned down or beat up by Christian. She sighed, wishing he could take a hint.
"It's amazing, everything's beautiful." She settled with this response.
"Glad you liked it." He said, looking around and followed her troubled gaze around the room, realizing that he had not yet informed her about photos of her. "I know you would say you're too shy so I didn't ask you."
"I am, still shy." She didn't want to sound offended and didn't want to hurt him by saying something too shy, but she wasn't exactly happy about all the photos about her on the wall. "I do think I have the rights to at least be informed, if not asked for permission." Ana chastised him playfully, although meaning it deep down.
Then he was called away to be informed that someone bought all of Ana's pictures. Scowling in annoyance, Ana tried to keep a happy face for Jose, but she knew who bought it, and knew it was only a matter of seconds before he reappear and waltz back in front of her as if nothing happened.
She knew him well, when Jose was again called away by the assistant to tell him about the anonymous buyer that paid for a very decent price. Turning around to scan the room, she stopped when he came into her vision. Knowing why he bought them all, and considering from his expression, he saw the interaction between her and Jose earlier, she was sick of his possessiveness even when they have nothing together. Not even bothered to let him talk, she turned around and stalked off into another area of the show.
Christian only took a step forward when she turned around and walked away, disappearing in the crowd. It seemed like he was partially right, he was just her transportation, but that seemed to be enough for now, at least, to him, it might be a starter.
"Drinks are on me tonight." Jose bounded to Ana, surprising her because she didn't remember anyone following her to this section of the gallery. His hand went to her shoulder, he rubbed it and gave it a gentle squeeze like what bros do. Ana shuddered at his touch, not liking it, it was so alienated and foreign, she didn't like it. She'd rather be friends with him normally and not have him hit on her every now and then.
"Is Kate still not back yet?" He asked after strolling around with Ana for a while.
"No." Ana replied shortly and distantly. "She'll be back next week I think." She added, not looking at Jose, not even with the corner of her eyes.
"Look," Jose tried to explain himself, he knew that she was upset about something, but didn't know what. "I know you're unhappy because I didn't ask you before I post your photos, but they're not nude pictures, they're just normal close-up photograph."
"It's fine, Jose." Ana wanted to hit the bar with him later, because she wasn't exactly in the mood to just go back to the apartment to sleep off the day. She had no idea what she could do to get rid of the feelings piled up in her, so the only way she could think of right now was to get drunk; even if that meant Jose was going to make a move on her again.
She brushed off him quickly, dismissing all his explanations and apologies, seeing that he still needed some time to be able to leave and celebrate, she stepped out of the back gate just for some fresh air and to prepare for the night mentally. Taking out her phone, she saw a text from Christian, telling her that if she needed a ride she could call him. Ana didn't bother to reply, but keep that in mind.
Christian was trying to get her back, and she could see it. Ana knew he was trying everything to woo her again, he was going down the hearts and flowers path. She wouldn't lie and say that it wasn't working, because it was, she was considering getting back together with him, but could she really trust him fully?
On the other hand, there was Jose, who had been trying to make a pass at her ever since graduation. Did he felt more competitive when Christian appeared in her life, and he was trying harder than ever. Then again, their parents had implied that it would be good if the two date each other, but Ana knew she couldn't see him anything more than friends, even if she knew he could be a romantic.
As much as Christian's kinky fuckery might sound inhuman and hardly acceptable, it was what she learned to enjoy and like. BDSM might not be the lifestyle she was looking for, but something like that could be mixed into a vanilla relationship, because she was slowly starting to notice how boring life could be without some spanking and playing. While whipping and caning might be a hard limit for her, she liked the spanking.
Ana texted Jose telling her that she would wait for him at the bar down the block, and he replied instantly saying he would meet her there. So there she went, walking down the lit street of Portland to the place she first got drunk post graduation. It brought her so many different kinds of memories. Clutching her phone in her hand, she thought about leaving a message for Kate, telling her about her life here in the city, but she felt like intruding if she texted, so her phone was slipped back to her pocket.
Sitting down at the corner that they were at last time, she ordered a few shots and downed them one by one. Her thoughts drifted back to Christian, it had been a while since she actually thought about him. After their encounter a day after she left, they lost contact again. No one dared to contact one another, he was giving her space and wanting her to make the first move, but she was hesitating and contemplating, maybe even over thinking everything. In the end, she didn't dare to make the move, until he emailed her about taking her to this show. She accepted without second thought, but didn't know where that night might go afterwards.
Wondering when was the last time she appeared in his mind, because considering him, he might as well just find another sub and carry on with his life as if all the stuff he had said to her in her apartment that day was bullshit.
The corner she was at was dark, not that she didn't like it, she just didn't know what might happen since she didn't trust Jose like she used to, especially when Christian was all she was thinking about right now.
When Jose appeared, heading to their table, she tensed. In her slightly tipsy perspective, he looked somewhat similar to Christian in the dark. They both have a mop of black hair, though Christian's might be more of a copper color, but same difference in the dark. Jose didn't slip into the seat opposite of her, instead, he slipped into the spot next to her, occupying the empty space next to her on the bench she was sitting on.
Ana had a few shots left on the table untouched, she was waiting for him to come by and down it together. When he picked up one from the table, she did too.
"To your gallery." She said, knowing that herself was tipsy.
"To my gallery." They clinked their shot glasses together and downed their toast.
"Another one?" She asked, offering him another glass. He took it. They downed it together, and the look on his face, made her giggle for some reason.
"More?" This time it was Jose who had asked, she nodded, picking up the last one on the table.
Just before she downed it, another round of drinks appeared on their table.
"You ordered?" She asked, out of curiosity, then finished the shot in her hand with one look of the ceiling.
"Mm hm," he nodded in all seriousness, picking up a glass and hand it to her.
"I hope you didn't add anything in here to drug me." She joked, smelling it and taking a sip. Jose only watched, but took a sip of his drink himself when she gave him a questioning look.
"This is strong." Ana giggled, it was the fourth glass she was trying on the round that Jose had ordered.
"I thought we should just party hard to celebrate, we haven't done that since graduation."
"Graduation." Ana slurred, chewing the word. Her subconsciousness was telling her to stop drinking to protect herself from him, but another part of her that was no longer tipsy urged her to continue.
"Shots?" Jose asked, leading her to the bar, she nodded, just what she wanted.
"I didn't know you can drink that much." She giggled, didn't know why she did that. There wasn't anything funny. Little did she know though, he drank far less than she did.
"Just drink away the sorrow and the pain." He raised his shot glass, and Ana raised hers, they downed it.
"More Ana." He urged, and she accepted his glass, laughing with him when she could barely balance on the bar stool.
"Ah! This feels so good." She exclaimed, finishing two more before standing up.
"Where are you going?"
"I need to pee." She slurred, walking away to the bathroom, thank god she was in flats. Barely making to the bathroom, she thought maybe she didn't have that much, because she was still conscious and she at least didn't fall over.
Jose drank a glass of water just to rinse off all the strong smell of alcohol from his mouth. Not long later, Ana came back to him, looking better and less drunk.
"I've decide to push myself tonight." She announced to him without slurring, or he was too tipsy to realize it.
Despite being drunk, she still felt insecure, feeling like she had forgotten something. It just didn't feel right.
Hearing the DJ in the background, Ana started to sway with the beats, Jose watched in amusement, he stood up with her, steadying her when she nearly fell down. When she turned her face, only did he realize the distance between their faces.
He leaned down, not giving a damn about his surrounding. When his lips touched his, he felt so good. The feeling was ecstatic. He slowly moved his lips against hers.
She didn't kiss him back, the feeling of his lips on hers didn't feel right and it most certainly didn't feel good. Ana only remained frozen to be nice and kind to him, at least pushing him away might hurt his feelings, so she let him took his time with her. When she remembered who he was, she felt disgusted, pushing him away, she saw his goofy smile. He just took advantage of her, and she was beyond pissed, but in her severely drunken state, she found it hard to control her body.
Ana stumbled past him and reached the bar just in time for another pair of arms to catch her before slumping down on to the floor. She turned around, ready to push whoever bastard or pervert away when she was met with a pair of gray eyes that she missed so much.
Before she could stop herself, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her lips on to his and forced her tongue into his mouth. He didn't stop her, instead, he kissed her back and let his hand roamed around her body, feeling her curvy booty under her skirt, exploring every part of her.
He pulled apart for breaths and she suddenly felt like all of the air had been sucked out of her lungs. She opened her eyes and was greeted by the same pair of gray eyes that she had seen before she crashed her lips on to his. Ana's eyes seemed out of focus, but she tried to squint through the light that was shining into her eyes from behind his head.
"Have you thought about me?" She asked, tracing a finger around his jawline and then to his cheek bones. Her other hand was still gripping his shoulder tightly to steady herself.
"Have you?" He said back, making her giggle. It was all the alcohol's doing.
"I missed you Grey." She giggled coquettishly and batted her eye lashes at him, leaning closer to him, sticking her tongue out and licked his nose.
Christian cringed at the drunk Ana in his arms, not that he was disgusted in any way, but he was certainly not used to a giddy Anastasia. He pushed her back and pinned her against the bar, covering her mouth with his once again.
"I missed you too." He told her, knowing that this was the power of alcohol, but he was still glad to hear it, because it was what she really thinks. The alcohol unveiled the truth about her feelings towards him.
"I love you." She slurred, still giggly against his mouth. He stilled, processing the information that he had just received. Pulling back from her, he decided she was too drunk to carry on.
"Why didn't you tell me that I can't be with you? Why do you have to make me suffer? Why do I have to fall in love with you?" She whined, slumping down in a stool while Christian ordered the bartender to bring her a glass of water. "Do you know that you are very easy to be loved, with that pretty face of yours and that caring side of you, why can't you just accept the fact that there are people out there who would do anything for you?" She paused.
Glancing up at him, she couldn't see his face clearly, because he had the lights behind his back. So she continued, not knowing what she was saying exactly, but it felt good to finally get it out.
"Why do you have to be so fucking perfect?" She whispered, more to herself when she dropped her head, letting it fall into her arms on the bar surface. This time, Christian turned around to look at her, he helped her sit straight again and plopped up her hand to let her head rest on it.
He sighed, wishing he could just tell her everything, but she was in a drunk state, it would be like talking to the dead. She wouldn't remember anyway.
When he didn't say anything, Ana seemed to have forgotten who she was talking to, she even forgot where she was at and who she was with. Picking up a shot glass that still had shots in, she brought it close to her face to examine it and make sure that they were filled.
"Why am I still a loner?" She groaned, downing it in one swift move, too quick that Christian failed to knock it out of her hand. Ana was even more unpredictable when she was drunk, he didn't like it.
"You've had enough for tonight." He decided to call it a night and bring her back. At least bring her away from the jackass who had already taken advantage of her.
"Drink this." He pushed the glass in to her hand and ordered, she picked up the glass and took a sip.
"What is this? It's so… Weak." She shook the glass, making the water swirl and almost spill out.
"It's water." His patience was wearing thin, and she could sense that, but she wasn't planning on doing anything about him becoming impatient. "Finish it and we're going home."
"So bossy." She commented lightly, taking another swig and placed down the glass, but there were still half a glass inside.
"I said finish them." He snapped, really getting angry at this drunk Ana.
"Such a mercurial young man. Not so suitable coming from a face of an angel." Ana picked up the glass and finished it in two swallows. She tipped the glass over in front of his face. "Drop less. Done." She hopped off the stool as if her legs could support her body, if not for Christian's arms around her waist, she would be licking the floor by now.
"Now hold on to me." He growled in her ear.
"Where though? You can't be touched." Her voice sounded full of satire and distaste. She was leaning against him, but her hands remained to herself.
"Anywhere, just steady yourself." He really wanted to spank her for such behavior.
"I know you want to punish me Grey, that's why I'm not going back to you." Ana studied the expression on his face. Christian wasn't surprised that she knew what he was wanting to do, because his hand had gave it off, but the confession that had slipped from her was far more surprising than he could ever imagined. He was speechless, and it was a rare occasion that he couldn't find words. "Your rules and your punishments, Christian, I don't like it." She kept going, unconscious of who she was spilling her guts to, even so, she had no idea what she was talking about.
"You kept secrets from me." The giddy, playful Ana was gone, came a serious, hurt and guarded Ana. Christian wasn't a fond of the latter, he'd rather have the previous version, even if she challenges him. He wasn't allowed an opportunity to speak, so he focused on guiding them out of the place while listening to her confession that she didn't know she was making.
"I know absolutely nothing about you, but you know everything about me, that's so unfair." Christian wanted to tell her that she knew far more than any of the other people, he had trusted her and had told her a lot more, but he knew it wasn't the right time to tell her this, because he knew she wouldn't remember.
"You don't trust me, so how can I trust you?" She mumbled, her eyes closing off and she started to drift off.
"The car's close, baby, come one, make it to the car." He suppressed all of his anger and frustration, and whispered in her ear as they exited the club and into the quiet street.
It was past midnight. With the amount that Ana had drank, Christian was surprised that she hadn't thrown up yet. Hoping and praying that she never would before they got home, he scooped her up and carried her to the SUV that was waiting for them with Taylor by the door.
"Thank you Taylor." He said once he got the unconscious Ana inside the car and secure the seatbelt on her. "Sorry to call you on your time off. You can have a longer rest tomorrow morning." He said to his head of security, who only nodded in acknowledgement.
"Thank you, sir." Taylor replied in a professional manner, his voice void of expression.
• • •
The next morning, when Ana checked her phone that was dying, she saw two text from Jose, asking where she was and apologizing about yesterday. Then she saw a missed call from him as well. Scoffing and deleting them, she turned her body to face the other side, only to find another being in front of her.
She gasped in surprise, the sound made that person open their eyes.
"Good morning, gorgeous." Christian smiled in his husky sleepy voice.
"Why are you still in bed?" She asked, out of curiosity. "Don't you have to work?"
"I'm taking the day off, at least the morning."
"Why?" She said curtly, blame her grumpy mood on the hungover.
"To be with you." He said as if it was obvious.
"But I'm leaving." She sat up abruptly, and her head pounded, she could practically hear her brain crash into her skull. Squeezing her eyes shut as she waited for the pain to vanish before moving again.
"There're two pills next to your bed, take it." He advised, this time not in an orderly tone.
"So bossy Mr Grey." Ana chided playfully before turning slowly to the bedside and taking the pills.
"Lay down next to me." He instructed, getting a look from her before she did what she was told.
"What?" She asked when she caught him staring.
"Come here." He said, telling her to move closer to him. When she didn't, he reached out and pulled her closer to him. She didn't protest when she felt his tongue training down her neck on to her shoulder. "Do you remember anything from last night?"
"I remember a kiss being forced on me and I felt disgusted." She recalled honestly, deducing from Christian's equally disgusted expression, she could tell that it wasn't him that she kissed. "God fucking Jesus, Jose kissed me?" She exclaimed bewildered.
"I'm surprised that you didn't slap him across the face after shoving him away, not immediately." He growled into her ear, his arms tightened around her.
"You saw that?" She turned to face him, not sure where to place her hands.
He nodded, noticing the awkward position her hands were in, so he took it and placed one on his chest and another on his back. She gasped in shock, wanting to take it off, but he stopped her from doing so.
"What are you doing?" She asked in disbelieve.
"I am doing what you've asked." He smirked, remembering all the things she had said to him in the bar.
"What have I said yesterday that I will regret?" She was alerted, her eyes widened, not really sure if she was prepared to hear everything. "What have I done again? I drunk called you again didn't I?"
"You go figure, woman." He joked with a wink. "As to did you drunk call me?" He paused, looking past her, pretending to think.
"You dialed the number, but you didn't know." He finished his previous sentence, knowing that he was driving her crazy.
"So I didn't speak to you?" She asked just to make sure, not sure of what, but to make sure of something in her gut.
"No, but it still doesn't stop me from tracking your phone." He shrugged nonchalantly as if tracking her phone and stalking her was part of his job. "Oh and, you've spilled a lot to me yesterday night, Miss Steele. Better keep your mouth shut when you're drunk." He scold her mildly with a singing voice, letting her know that he wasn't completely serious.
"Tell me what did I say last night?" She whined, snuggling up closer to him. "And why are you letting me touch you? Don't you feel uncomfortable?" She asked, drawing random shapes on his chest with her finger timidly.
"Not with your touch Ana." He replied sincerely, but said nothing about the first demand.
"Tell me what did I say?" She requested again, trying to sit up, but remembered her head so stayed in his arms. He closed his eyes, arm still draped over her waist, he pretended to be asleep. "Christian." She shook him, not so gently, knowing he was playing with her.
"You're so bossy, Miss Steele." He opened his eyes with a smirk.
"Just tell me." She pleaded. "Please, Grey." Adding it with a playful smile tugging on her lips.
"Tell me," he started, thinking of a way to prove his point to himself, "do you mean all of the things that you've said? Are they truths and your real feelings?" He asked, looking into her eyes, trying to find any trace of playfulness, but they were all gone by the time the question was asked.
"I don't even know what I said." She looked lost. "Whatever I said must be coming from my heart, because I'm too drunk to think about what I'm saying, of course I just blurt things out." She said, her voice faltering, she looked almost scared of what might come next.
"Okay." He nodded.
"So? Will you tell me?" She asked in all seriousness.
"Promise me you won't leave me again."
"What?" She whispered, not believing her ears.
"Promise me you won't leave me." He repeated his request.
"Okay, I promise." She accepted quickly.
"No, swear it." Knowing that there wouldn't be much difference, he just wanted to hear it from her to find some inner peace.
"Okay, I swear."
"Say it fully."
Ana resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the request, but it was Christian she was dealing with, so she kept her straight face.
"I, Anastasia Rose Steele, swear that I won't leave you, Christian Trevelyan-Grey, again. Better?"
"Much." He pulled her in for a brief kiss.
"So?" She asked, waiting for him to tell her the story of her acts last night.
"Now that I've got you, you're going to show me something first." He grinned evilly. "Wait, actually, on second thought," he stopped himself, deciding against whatever he had in mind previously, "you're still hungover, so let's leave it until later. You owe me though."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She deadpanned, half meaning it and half guessing it.
"For now," he said, taking one hand off her and reaching for his phone on the nightstand next to him. "You have to listen to this." Clicking into a recording on his phone, he turned up the volume and handed it to her.
"You fucking recorded that?" She asked incredulously, glaring at him, but he just grinned. "How dare you, Christian Grey?" She poked his stomach as she protested. He turned and raised a challenging eyebrow at her, daring her to do that again, but she ignored.
The quality of the recording wasn't exactly high, since the club was really loud, and her slurring wasn't helping either. A minute or two into the listening, she gave up.
"Just sum up what I've said, can't here shit from this." Ana gave the phone back to him.
"You and your patience, Miss Steele." Christian teased, taking the phone and pondering the idea of summing up what she had told him. She rolled her eyes this time.
"Are you going to tell me or not?" She bugged.
Christian thought for a moment, then decided. "Nope, but I will be doing what you've asked."
"Huh? Then what's the point of me swearing that I won't leave you, saying it like a wedding vow." She muttered the last part.
"Enhance it and leave it till the wedding day." He smirked, getting up and laughed at her shellshocked face.
"Say what?" She choked out, getting up slowly for her head's sake, but remembered she had two pills already, so it should get better.
"Never mind." He sang back from his bathroom.
"I am never getting drunk again." She muttered as she entered the bathroom, not knowing what she was doing there.
"I couldn't agree more." He replied. "Alcohol doesn't do you good. I really want to spank you last night for everything you've said. You wouldn't dare say any of the things you've said if you were sober."
"Why? Did I say something along the lines of hating you?"
"You wouldn't get a spanking if you said you hate me." He shrugged, "but you've crossed some lines."
Ana ended up on sitting on the counter top, watching him brush his teeth.
"Sexy." She muttered lightly, entranced by his every move. He raised an eyebrow at her, finding it very amusing.
"Is that the alcohol talking too?" He asked teasingly, rinsing his mouth with water.
Ana nodded, a smile that she had been trying to suppress surfaced.
"You scold me last night, and told me why you're not coming back to me." Christian sighed, picking up a t-shirt and a pair of loose jeans. Ana followed him and watched him change like a stalker.
"What else?" She pressed, prepared for the worse.
"You said you love me and you've missed me." He turned to look at her after dressing, leaning against the door frame of his walk-in closet. Tugged on one of her wrists and pulled her close to his body, his hand travelled up to her chin, tendering her skin.
"Did you mean it?" He asked almost scared of the answer.
She nodded, then whispered, "yes," as if the nod wasn't enough.
"You kissed me last night, very domineering." The playful Christian came back, resurfacing, cupping her cheeks and let his mouth move on hers freely.
"And you let me?" She mused out loud into the kiss.
"How am I supposed to talk to a drunk woman?" He muttered against her lips, a smile on his lips.
"Now what do I owe you? You said I owe you something?" She asked once they pulled apart.
"You wish is sex didn't you?" He teased, deducing from the expression on her face.
"No, what makes you think that?" She cocked her head side ways, trying to cover up her horny teenager look.
"Can't fool me, Miss Steele." He pecked her nose, pulling her closer when his hands linked at the small of her back.
"Now, you owe me something, but first, tell me, where did you learn to dance?" He smirked, and Ana knew exactly where that was going, she groaned, wanting to wriggle out of his grasp.
"Not a chance." He tightened his grip around her. "I even chose a song for you." He said, holding up his phone, flipping through the songs he had, and the most recently added song was 'Strip That Down'.
"Do you think I'm a stripper?" She raised a challenging eyebrow at him, but he smirked before replying.
"No, I think you're my girlfriend." He stole a kiss when she gave him a look that used to offend him but finds adorable now.
"I couldn't hate you more than in this moment, Grey." She rolled her eyes. Christian raised his hand and cocked an eyebrow, warning her playfully.
"Nuh uh, you've promised." She pointed a finger at him.
He took the hint and they said it together.
"No rules, no punishments and no more secrets."
And they sealed that oath with a passionate kiss.
The End.
The lyrics of Sober — Cheat Codes (ft. Nicky Romero)
[Verse 1]
It's been a while since I thought about you
It's been a while, have you thought about me too?
I'm meeting him at the place that we used to
It's been a while since I thought about you
God, he almost looks like you in the dark
Sitting in the same corner at the bar
Yeah, we took so many shots we went too hard
God, he almost looks like you in the dark
He ordered a drink before I could notice
That Jack and Coke brought us into focus
I took a sip, it tasted just like it used to
It's been a while since I thought about you
[Chorus]
I wouldn't say it sober
But the truth is coming out
I didn't miss you until now, until now
In my right mind, it's over
But the drinks are talking loud
I didn't miss you until now, until now
[Verse 2]
Being here without you doesn't feel right
His lips are moving and I'm tryna be too nice
He's looking at me but he doesn't have your eyes
Being here without you doesn't feel right
Your song just came on and now it feels hopeless
Jukebox is playing old Guns 'N Roses
I put a dollar in it just like you used to
It's been a while since I thought about you
[Chorus]
I wouldn't say it sober
But the truth is coming out
I didn't miss you until now, until now
In my right mind, it's over
But the drinks are talking loud
I didn't miss you until now, until now
A/N: Like I've said in the first chapter, I am working on extending the story White Horse, although I cannot give you a specific date of 'publication', because that's not the only story I'm working on. ;)
I'll try to let you know the process of all of my stories from my profile, but school's been so busy ever since it started, so it's kinda hard to even find time for this. I will try my best to keep my profile page the place for the newest updates about me!
Stay tuned, and gimme a word of review~