Drunk In Love Future Novels & Stories

On the day of my abortion, my best friend tried to stop me. "You and your husband have been married for seven years. You finally managed to get pregnant. Why does the baby have to go?" I answered calmly, "Because of a glass of water." Aaron Jefferson had a severe germphobia. He never shared everyday items with me. If I had already drunk from a glass, he would not touch it. Then I found a video on his student's social media. In it, the girl held up her half-finished coffee and brought it to his lips. Aaron leaned down and took a sip straight from her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He frowned slightly, but a smile still touched his lips. "That sweet, huh? Careful,

Days passed by and still those conversation of them still haunts me. I am now going to a famous bar. I want to get drunk. When I enter, blast of music welcomes me. I even saw that the party on the dance floor started already. I sat at the stool and ordered some hard drinks. I really want to forget my problems. Because of what I drunk; I get hyper. I walked towards the center and start to dance happily. I just dance like there is no tomorrow anymore. I pouted when someone pulled me out of there. “Let go of me!”

I asked as I’m not thinking about the kiss he just did when he was drunk… I don’t know if he remembers that but I do and I hate that I still do even after what’s happening right now. “But you don’t drink much… I drink but that was just…” Now he can’t answer me. “Whatever, I’m drinking.” I said and continue to drink while vi-bing to the band in front of us. I continue to drink even though they keep stopping me every chance they get. “I can’t have fun now? I want to forget too you know. I just hate myself at this moment. Well, I’m dumb enough to believe that he loves me but I extended my dumbness by loving him so much that even though he treat me like crap I still give him another chance… and

I ask him. He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about me. Why don’t you get a couple of drinks to catch up to me…” he chugs back a shot. I shake my head. I order myself a couple of shots and a sex on the beach. When I found out Andre was married and there was no future for us like I thought there would be, I drunk myself into a coma, not a real coma, I just needed to forget about him, and I did. But now that she’s gone, I keep thinking about a future with him again. I want to be a good friend and be there for him, but my heart is making it hard for me to do that.

"He's completely in love with her. Any fool can tell that." "Yeah, that's the fucked up part. He won't listen though. I've tried a million times to talk to him about it." Drake moved back as the server set down their drinks. "Maybe I should try." She picked up her glass. "No. Leave it alone. I'm serious. It's not our mess to clean up." He lifted his drink. "To us and the future we have in front of us. I don't know what it will bring, but as long as I'm beside you, I don't care."

~Liv~ “Clubbing.” He barked a laugh. “It’s… ” he glanced at the clock on the nightstand “... ten a.m. on a Tuesday. There’s no club open.” “Then we find one. Or we drive to the nearest city with a pulse. Or we hit a dive bar that turns into dancing after dark. I don’t care. I need music loud enough to drown out my brain, drinks strong enough to make bad decisions feel good, and you looking at me like I’m the only person in the room. Because if we’re gonna sell being in love, we need to remember what it feels like when it’s real. Or at least when it used to be.”

“Yes, I do. Let’s go home and dance, Drake. This place is too crowded.” “Yes, you’re right. Let’s go.” He staggered out of the place, gripping my hand and pulling me along. I blinked to focus on our way back. I hadn’t planned to get drunk at all. But Drake seemed totally at home in his neighborhood as he sang happily all the way to his condominium. I’m tired of this fake love, baby! I’m tired of a dream that’ll never come true. I want to love you for real, baby! But I’m afraid to give my heart to you!

“ You need it more than me. “ He states. “ But I am underage. “ I reply. “ Who the fuck cares. Rules are meant to be broken. “ He states, slowly perishing in alcohol. I join him in his plunge. Crying in the club by Camilla Cabello was being played on loud noise. You think, that you’ll die without him. But you know, that a lie that you told yourself.. Song: Crying in the club by Camilla Cabello. As I drowned in the glasses of alcohol, forgetting my count. My sense dull down. The music lessons and my body aches. I get up from the dance floor. Letting lose my body, swaying my hips in a seductive manner. I get on with a guy in the dance floor. He puts his hands around my waist but before he can

The evening sky was turning pink and gold above us. Maybe some endings were really beginnings wearing a disguise. "I love you," Alejandro whispered against my lips. "I love you too," I whispered back. My hand was still resting on my stomach, where our future might already be growing. Mateo grabbed both our hands. "Can we get ice cream now? All this romantic stuff is making me hungry." We laughed, walking toward our car and our new life together. Behind us, the courthouse stood like a monument to justice done right. Ahead of us, the future stretched out like an open road with no end in sight.

He sprang up feelings I left buried underneath me after Draven messed it up. “I love it. I do, Jay. Everything makes me happy. Thank you,” I whispered, looking into his eyes. ‘Why?’ Why did he go through so much trouble for me?’ “Glad you love it. Now I'm hungry. Can your tummy take more?” He flashed his teeth, seductively. I shook. “Maybe… What's for dessert? Alcohol? I wanna get drunk.” “Sorry, wifey. No liquor for you. You have work tommorow. And beside… there’s something I need to tell you.”