One Shot
“Miley, come on. It was just a meaningless kiss. It didn’t mean anything, I swear!” Travis, my boyfriend of the last three years, called after me. “It sure as hell didn’t look like a meaningless kiss!” I yelled back, barely looking over my shoulder. I couldn’t look him in the eyes, it hurt to much to look at him knowing that just moments ago he was kissing someone that wasn’t me. “Please Miley, just give me a chance to talk about what happened with you.” He begged.
His begging only made me go faster though. I meant it when I said I was done with him.
Once I was sure Travis was far enough away from me and most likely couldn’t catch up, I pulled my phone out of my purse, punched in the all too familiar number, waited until there was an answer and spoke directly into the phone. “Get ready. I’m picking you up at 10 and we’re going out and getting more drunk than ever before.” I quickly hung my phone up and hurried off to my apartment to get ready for tonight. I was newly single and I fully intended on making the most of it.
Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed my pink hairdryer, a 16th birthday gift from my parents, and pink brush, and began working on my hair. I didn’t want to curl or straighten it on this particular evening because I felt like that was what everyone would be doing. So instead, I blow dried it and brushed it into a style that made it curl from the roots to right about where my ears are, then from there down, it was straight, and at the very ends of it, right below my chest, the hair curled in towards me. Now, it was time for wardrobe. I knew Travis was going to be there so I tried my best to make sure I looked hot. I picked through my closet for at least half and hour before I settled on something I was happy with, a white blouse, with a black, high wasted skirt, and black heels to match. I twirled around in front of the mirror and smiled at what a great job I had done. As cocky as it sounded, it was going to be nearly impossible for any guy to keep their hands off me.
I was so eager, that I literally flew out of my car and up to my best friend’s front door. I probably knocked around 100 times in less than a minute. When I was excited about something, I tended to get a little bit hyper and over enthusiastic about whatever it is I’m excited about. “Whoa, slow down there, hot stuff.” Joe, my best friend, joked. “Sorry!” I shrieked, bouncing up and down. “I’m just so excited about going out to this party. I know it’s gonna be a blast.” Okay so maybe I did a little bit of drinking before hand but I just wanted to make sure I had a good time and I knew it I was drunk, that would definitely happen. “Come on, drunkie, let’s go.” Joe took my hand in his and walked me to the car.
Two hours and a bunch of drinks later, I was totally wasted. I had absolutely no control over my actions, but I didn’t mind. The year was over in 30 minutes and I fully intended on making the best of it. I stumbled over to the
bar and ordered a random drink. Downing it, and feeling it hit the spot, I ordered another. Just as I was about to order a third one, I felt a hand come in front of me. “I think that’s enough, Miles. Drink any more and you’ll end up in the hospital.” I looked behind me and saw Joe. I started laughing. “You’re so funny Joe.” I turned back around and attempted to order that drink again. “I’m not kidding Miley. Get down off that stool right now. We’re leaving.” I could tell Joe was growing impatient with me and I wanted to do as he said but my brain was refusing. It kept telling me to order another drink. I spun around in my chair and ordered a third drink. “Here you go miss.” The bartender handed me the drink but I didn’t have a chance to drink it because Joe threw me over his
shoulder and dragged me out to the parking lot.
“PUT ME DOWN, JOE! I WANT TO GO BACK IN THERE AND HAVE A GOOD TIME!” I screamed, while Joe walked towards his car. “Not a chance Miley. You’re too drunk and I don’t want to see you do something stupid or get hurt.” Despite the fact that he was trying to be helpful and take care of me, I didn’t want him to do that. I just wanted to get so drunk that I hit my head and blacked out forever. “So what if I get hurt? Maybe I’d end up in the hospital, or even better, I’d die. It‘d all be for the best, no one cares about me anyway.” I said, in all honesty. Joe put me down and placed me directly in front of him. “Look at me.” He said, gently. I refused to look him in the eyes though. I couldn’t look into those hazel eyes knowing how disappointed he was in me. “Please, look at me.” He begged. Reluctantly, I looked up at him. “Don’t ever say that ever again. If anything happened to you, I’d blame myself forever. If you ended up in a hospital, I would spend every second possible there to be with you. And as soon as you were released, I’d bring you home and stay there with you until you were able to take care of yourself.” “Why?” I whispered. Joe placed his fingers underneath my chin and made me look up at him. “Because, I care about you Miley. You’re my world. I love you and I would do anything for you.” It didn’t matter how drunk I was, I still understood everything he said to me perfectly. “Do you really mean that?” I asked, unable to believe it. He nodded his head. Oh my God, Joe loves me.
We were still standing in the parking lot, neither one of us had a clue what to say. In the background, you could hear people counting down the seconds until the new year was officially here. As soon as they got to 10, I knew what I had to do. “Joe…” I whispered. He looked over at me, with a blank facial expression. “Yeah?” “7, 6, 5, 4” The counting got louder and my time was running out. I took his face in my hands and leaned in.
A few hours later, I woke up with the biggest headache I’d ever experienced in my entire life and rolled over. I couldn’t turn all the way though, there was something preventing me to do so - Joe’s body. I must have accidentally bumped into him because seconds later, his eyes fluttered open. “Good morning, gorgeous. Is everything okay?” I rubbed my head, trying to recall what happened earlier on. “Not really. I can’t remember a thing that happened. But I did have the craziest dream.” Joe wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. “Oh yeah? About what?” I looked up at him. “Us…” I trailed off, feeling embarrassed about my dream. I knew there was no way it could have been real because there was no way Joe felt that way about me. As much as I wanted him to, he never would. “What about us?” He asked, kissing my head once more. “I got really drunk
and you took me outside to the parking lot of the bar that we were hanging out at and while we were standing there, you told me you loved me. And then, I kissed you.” He nodded his head. “I see. How did it feel when you kissed me?” I bit my lip and smiled, recalling the moment perfectly. “So amazed. It was the perfect end to last year and the perfect beginning to the new year.” Once again, Joe nodded his head. But that wasn’t all he did. Instead, he leaned towards me and put his hands around my face. “I don’t really know how to tell you this but…
That wasn’t a dream. It really happened. We did kiss and I do love you.” When he said that, I felt butterflies swarming around in my stomach. “Y-y-you love me?” I struggled to get the words out. Not because I was drunk but because I couldn’t believe it. My best friend of 10 years felt the same way about me. “I do. More than anything else in the world.” “Oh you. Come here.” I pulled Joe on top of me and looked up into his beautiful eyes. “I love you too Joe. And thank you..” I whispered, before kissing him. He kissed me back and then pulled away. “For
what?” “Ending and starting my year the perfect way.” I whispered again. “It was my pleasure. I look forward to starting and ending even more years perfectly for you for the rest of our lives."
His begging only made me go faster though. I meant it when I said I was done with him.
Once I was sure Travis was far enough away from me and most likely couldn’t catch up, I pulled my phone out of my purse, punched in the all too familiar number, waited until there was an answer and spoke directly into the phone. “Get ready. I’m picking you up at 10 and we’re going out and getting more drunk than ever before.” I quickly hung my phone up and hurried off to my apartment to get ready for tonight. I was newly single and I fully intended on making the most of it.
Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed my pink hairdryer, a 16th birthday gift from my parents, and pink brush, and began working on my hair. I didn’t want to curl or straighten it on this particular evening because I felt like that was what everyone would be doing. So instead, I blow dried it and brushed it into a style that made it curl from the roots to right about where my ears are, then from there down, it was straight, and at the very ends of it, right below my chest, the hair curled in towards me. Now, it was time for wardrobe. I knew Travis was going to be there so I tried my best to make sure I looked hot. I picked through my closet for at least half and hour before I settled on something I was happy with, a white blouse, with a black, high wasted skirt, and black heels to match. I twirled around in front of the mirror and smiled at what a great job I had done. As cocky as it sounded, it was going to be nearly impossible for any guy to keep their hands off me.
I was so eager, that I literally flew out of my car and up to my best friend’s front door. I probably knocked around 100 times in less than a minute. When I was excited about something, I tended to get a little bit hyper and over enthusiastic about whatever it is I’m excited about. “Whoa, slow down there, hot stuff.” Joe, my best friend, joked. “Sorry!” I shrieked, bouncing up and down. “I’m just so excited about going out to this party. I know it’s gonna be a blast.” Okay so maybe I did a little bit of drinking before hand but I just wanted to make sure I had a good time and I knew it I was drunk, that would definitely happen. “Come on, drunkie, let’s go.” Joe took my hand in his and walked me to the car.
Two hours and a bunch of drinks later, I was totally wasted. I had absolutely no control over my actions, but I didn’t mind. The year was over in 30 minutes and I fully intended on making the best of it. I stumbled over to the
bar and ordered a random drink. Downing it, and feeling it hit the spot, I ordered another. Just as I was about to order a third one, I felt a hand come in front of me. “I think that’s enough, Miles. Drink any more and you’ll end up in the hospital.” I looked behind me and saw Joe. I started laughing. “You’re so funny Joe.” I turned back around and attempted to order that drink again. “I’m not kidding Miley. Get down off that stool right now. We’re leaving.” I could tell Joe was growing impatient with me and I wanted to do as he said but my brain was refusing. It kept telling me to order another drink. I spun around in my chair and ordered a third drink. “Here you go miss.” The bartender handed me the drink but I didn’t have a chance to drink it because Joe threw me over his
shoulder and dragged me out to the parking lot.
“PUT ME DOWN, JOE! I WANT TO GO BACK IN THERE AND HAVE A GOOD TIME!” I screamed, while Joe walked towards his car. “Not a chance Miley. You’re too drunk and I don’t want to see you do something stupid or get hurt.” Despite the fact that he was trying to be helpful and take care of me, I didn’t want him to do that. I just wanted to get so drunk that I hit my head and blacked out forever. “So what if I get hurt? Maybe I’d end up in the hospital, or even better, I’d die. It‘d all be for the best, no one cares about me anyway.” I said, in all honesty. Joe put me down and placed me directly in front of him. “Look at me.” He said, gently. I refused to look him in the eyes though. I couldn’t look into those hazel eyes knowing how disappointed he was in me. “Please, look at me.” He begged. Reluctantly, I looked up at him. “Don’t ever say that ever again. If anything happened to you, I’d blame myself forever. If you ended up in a hospital, I would spend every second possible there to be with you. And as soon as you were released, I’d bring you home and stay there with you until you were able to take care of yourself.” “Why?” I whispered. Joe placed his fingers underneath my chin and made me look up at him. “Because, I care about you Miley. You’re my world. I love you and I would do anything for you.” It didn’t matter how drunk I was, I still understood everything he said to me perfectly. “Do you really mean that?” I asked, unable to believe it. He nodded his head. Oh my God, Joe loves me.
We were still standing in the parking lot, neither one of us had a clue what to say. In the background, you could hear people counting down the seconds until the new year was officially here. As soon as they got to 10, I knew what I had to do. “Joe…” I whispered. He looked over at me, with a blank facial expression. “Yeah?” “7, 6, 5, 4” The counting got louder and my time was running out. I took his face in my hands and leaned in.
A few hours later, I woke up with the biggest headache I’d ever experienced in my entire life and rolled over. I couldn’t turn all the way though, there was something preventing me to do so - Joe’s body. I must have accidentally bumped into him because seconds later, his eyes fluttered open. “Good morning, gorgeous. Is everything okay?” I rubbed my head, trying to recall what happened earlier on. “Not really. I can’t remember a thing that happened. But I did have the craziest dream.” Joe wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. “Oh yeah? About what?” I looked up at him. “Us…” I trailed off, feeling embarrassed about my dream. I knew there was no way it could have been real because there was no way Joe felt that way about me. As much as I wanted him to, he never would. “What about us?” He asked, kissing my head once more. “I got really drunk
and you took me outside to the parking lot of the bar that we were hanging out at and while we were standing there, you told me you loved me. And then, I kissed you.” He nodded his head. “I see. How did it feel when you kissed me?” I bit my lip and smiled, recalling the moment perfectly. “So amazed. It was the perfect end to last year and the perfect beginning to the new year.” Once again, Joe nodded his head. But that wasn’t all he did. Instead, he leaned towards me and put his hands around my face. “I don’t really know how to tell you this but…
That wasn’t a dream. It really happened. We did kiss and I do love you.” When he said that, I felt butterflies swarming around in my stomach. “Y-y-you love me?” I struggled to get the words out. Not because I was drunk but because I couldn’t believe it. My best friend of 10 years felt the same way about me. “I do. More than anything else in the world.” “Oh you. Come here.” I pulled Joe on top of me and looked up into his beautiful eyes. “I love you too Joe. And thank you..” I whispered, before kissing him. He kissed me back and then pulled away. “For
what?” “Ending and starting my year the perfect way.” I whispered again. “It was my pleasure. I look forward to starting and ending even more years perfectly for you for the rest of our lives."