His black dilated pupils almost drown out his light creamy brown eyes as

he stares down at me pleadingly. 

    “You’re drunk.”

    A lazy smile forms on his light skinned face, “No...don’t be silly, Kailee.”

    I make a confused look, “Oh, right!” I smile sarcastically, “You’re also baked!” he continues to stare down at me with his lazy smile shaking his head, “Jesus, Oliver! What were you thinking?”

    “About you,” he lifts his finger up to my face and tries to poke my nose, but misses entirely. He looks at me strangely, confused as to why he missed, “Come on,” he pleads, “let’s get out of here.”

    I huff and run my hands through my messy curls. I’m stuck between taking him home and granting his wish to take him anywhere but home with me. It’s not that I don’t want to be with him, but we haven’t spoken in a week and if it weren’t for the party our friend threw then we wouldn’t be standing here. Plus, things have been awkward between us ever since I admitted that I liked him and, well, I never got an answer if the feeling was mutual or not. Not only that, but where am I supposed to take a drunk and high seventeen year old late at night?

    “I don’t know...” I mumble, looking away from his gaze.

    “Please? You’re the only person I want to be with right now.”

    I freeze up at the sound of his words, my heart begins to race and I feel my cheeks burning up. I’m lucky it’s dark and he can’t see me. I cock my head back up and give him a pointed look.

    “I’m the only person because it’s two in the flippin’ morning and no one else is awake or sober to actually be here right now.”

    The ends of his lips quirk up, but he hides his upcoming smile by licking his lips and putting them in a thin line as though he’s holding something back.

    “I don’t care about the time or anyone else – I want to be with you whether it’s two in the morning or two in the afternoon.”

    We’re both staring at each other for different reasons. I’m trying to figure out if he means what he says and he’s staring at me longingly like he has been doing since we first met in the beginning of the summer. He breaks into a grin and lifts his hand up to my face; whatever he’s trying to do takes him awhile until he nudges the middle of my forehead between my eyebrows with his thumb.

    “Stop that,” he tells me.

    “Stop what?” I ask concern laced in my voice.

    He laughs lightly, “Your worrisome look. Your eyebrows scrunch together and your eyes get all big and round – you just have this lost puppy look.”

    I swat his hand away, “I do not.”

    “Yeah, you do and it’s adorable.”

    I huff and grumble as my cheeks inflame again, “Okay, you win. Let’s go.”
    He grins with his eyes closed and I take a deep breath thinking about what I’m getting myself into. I help him into the passenger seat of my car and struggle when he refuses to put his seatbelt on.

    When I finally get him strapped in, I get in the car as well, “Where do you want to go?” I pull out of the street and head towards the main road; I stop at a stop sign and look at him. He looks away from the road and to me.

    “Anywhere but here.”