my pathetically normal teenage life

Taylor put both her hands on the guy's chest. She could feel the muscles buldging beneith her hands. "Connor," she whispered against his lips. Then, she smiled and ever so slightly brushed her lips past his.

"Mmm, Baby, you smell so good. Is that coconut I smell?" he teased and let go of her.

She laughed and hugged him. "Your girlfriend is around here somewhere. I thought I saw her make her way to the dance floor," Taylor told him as she scanned the crowd for Zoe.

"Oh, I see her," he said, "Thanks Tay." He walked off into the middle of the crowd to corner Zoe. He picked her up from behind and squeezed her tight, kissing her neck.

"Well aren't they cute?" a soothing voice said.

Taylor turned around to see who was talking to her. "Kristin!" she exclaimed as she hugged the girl tight. Kristin was Kelly's best friend. Taylor looked her over, seeing if anything changed since the last time she saw her. She still had the cute little petite body acompanied by her long, flowing sandy blonde hair. Her dark green eyes still had the devil dancing in them. Oh it was the same old Kristin.

"Girl, you look like you need a drink," Kristin told Taylor, "Are you even having fun? You seem so tense! You need to loosen up!" Kristin handed Taylor a cup with God knows what in it.

Taylor took one sip and that was it. She was hooked. One drink led to another. Little did Kristin know that she had created a monster. Taylor had gone from the calm one, observing from the background, to the party animal, practically stripping in he middle of the dance floor. The place was crawling with hot guys that were just waiting for their chance to pounce on her. She moved from guy to guy, switching as she got bored. She finally found a guy that was the perfect dance partner. He was practically just as drunk as her, but ten times sexier. Taylor turned herself around and started grinding her ass against him. She moved her body so close to his. She kept her hands behind his thighs as she went up and down and rocked side to side. She bent over at a ninety degree angle and just kept shaking. His hands quickly krept up her shirt. At this point, she really didn't care. His hands explored her body as she turned around to face him. She continued to grind against his body and his hands slowly worked they're way into her pants. Now was when she knew something was wrong. She tries to back away, but he wasn't letting her go anywhere. She subconciously moaned as he worked her body.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on her shoulder. "Alright, Buddy, find a new dance partner," Andy said, coming to Taylor's rescue. Andy took Taylor's hand and lead her off the dance floor. "Tay," he said calmly, "how many drinks have you had tonight?"

"Oh, I don't know," she said airily, "Maybe one or two," she said as she hiccupped.

Andy sighed. "I can't let you be like this. Let's go get you some water, then we'll find an empty room." Taylor followed him like a little puppy dog. She drank the water as he instructed her to. They found a bathroom, but not before Taylor threw up everywhere. Andy held her hair back as she threw up more. The alcohol was slowly leaving her system, so she should be back to normal soon. When Taylor seemed as if she was done throwing up, Andy found them a quiet room away from the party.

Andy led Taylor to the bed and instructed her to lay down. She did as she was told as he closed the door.

Taylor seemed almost normal now and the alcohol was flushing out of her system fast. "Thanks, Andy," she told him with a smile.

He just smiled back and fanned himself with his hand. He took off his shirt and looked at Taylor. "Do you mind? I'm dying."

"No, that's fine." She said this while looking at his perfectly chisled six pack. He crawled into the bed and smiled at her. She smiled back, but it disappeared and soon as it appeared. "I'm so sorry about tonight. I made a fool of myself. I'm so embarassed! I ruined everything!" She mumbled the last part to herself more than to him. She rolled over so that he couldn't see her face as she started to tear up.

"Hey. Hey," he said soothingly while rubbing her back, "It's okay, Honey. You didn't mess up anything. Tay, you are so beautiful and so," he paused in thought. "Well so dam perfect. You could never screw up anything with me. I know the real you. And that's who I love."

She scoffed. "Perfect? As if."

"Does this prove that you're perfect in my eyes?" He rolled her over so that he was looking at her. He stared deeply into her sky blue eyes, just as she did to his crystal blue ones. He inched closer to her face and leaned his head to the right ever so slightly. Just as their lips were about to meet, he paused. He stayed like that and she could feel his hot breath on her lips. "Tay, I love you," he whispered against her lips, then went the extra inch so that his lips were on hers. The electrical bolt that shot inbetween them was beyond words. Taylor could feel the power and passion behind their kiss. At that moment, she knew nothing other than she didn't want to ever stop. Eventually, it had to end though.

Andy pulled away, smiling his big cheesey grin that he got whenever he was truely happy. He blushed as she bit her bottom lip. "Where did that come from?" she finally asked.

"Tay, I've been wanting to do that for so long now. I don't know. Right now jut felt...right."

She blushed and quickly kissed his lips. "I've been wanting to do that for forever now, too."

He pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her. They sat there in that happy silence for quite a while. Every once in a while, Andy would lean down and kiss the top of her head. Taylor would then pair that with a kiss to his cheek. Taylor slowly rubbed Andy's abs. She traced with her finger through every crease, trying to memorize every part of him. He twined their fingers together and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Taylor woke up the next morning still in Andy's arms. She smiled to herself becuase that meant she hadn't just dreamt up last night's events. Andy woke up soon after and kissed her nose. "Let's get you home," he said.

Taylor walked through the door and Tyler raced down the stairs. "Dude! Last night was totally wicked! I danced with the entire cheerleading squad, the volleyball team, and the girl's soccer team!" He seemed to be high off life.

Taylor smiled as she rethought of last night. Then, she remembered something that she saw last night. It was a little fuzzy, but she could destinctively make out Kristin sitting on the couch sucking face with...oh no. It couldn't be? Ryan? Taylor had to tell Kelly.

Kelly looked as if she had been punched in the stomach "What?" she choked out.

"Yes, it's true. I saw Ryan making out with Kristin. So much for being best friends."

 

Happy Bruins?! I finally updated! Lol and yeah yeah, I know that alcohol doesn't just stop the effects after like an hour, but for my stories purposes, it does. Lol. And Danzo, I'll put you in next

 

You were in there! For 2 sentences lol  And thank you