Uncontrollably Falling For You

Chapter 3

October 31st. One of my favorite holidays out of any. After a hot and sticky September and beginning of October, crisp and cool weather was more than welcome to me. I loved everything about fall. I loved the colors of the trees; the fresh, crisp air; and being able to wear long sleeved shirts. But most of all, I loved the sentiment of it all. Almost every year, we celebrated Halloween with a get together at Brody's. That night was no different from the previous years.

I stood up from lounging on my bed, deciding to go see what Jayla was up to. I stepped into the hallway and glanced to see her bedroom door was open, so I continued walking. I leaned against the door frame and peered over to see she was sitting on her bed, putting on some shitty make up. She had her hair up in messy pig tails, she was wearing a plaid skirt with a dirty white tank top. Her blue eyes peered up at me.

"What?" she questioned, raising an eye brow.

"The hell are you wearing?" I asked, refraining from laughing.

"Uuuuh, I'm a slutty hillbilly, dumbass- duh!" She rolled her eyes and then gave me a wide smile to show her teeth. She'd managed to blacken out a few incisors, giving the effect that they'd fallen out. I burst into laughter as soon as I saw. "See!"

"Jesus Christ that's awesome.. so what time are you heading over?" I asked. I was beginning to get bored, and I was ready to go.

"As soon as I'm done we can go," she told me before going back to her make up. "So what're you being? A douche?" she asked. I looked down at my attire. I was wearing my Clutch sweatshirt and some black pants... nothing douchey.

"Ha ha, very funny... I wasn't gonna be anything, honestly," I admitted.

"Boo, that's boring! You could wear your glasses and say you're a hipster!" she suggested. My glasses were rather large and hipster like.. but I didn't like people to see me with them on.

"No, I don't wanna take my contacts out," I told her, making up some bullshit excuse.

"You could clip a fuckin' hair pin to your head... come on, Mark!" Jayla protested. "Don't be a party pooper!" I smirked and shook my head.

"I don't have enough time to think of something anymore," I insisted. I really didn't feel like dressing up.. Sure it was fun sometimes, but this year I just didn't want to.

"Fiine, whatever," she sighed. "I'll be ready soon.."

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I stepped into the oh so familiar basement, immediately greeted by smoke, Middle Class Rut playing loudly on the stereo. From the smell emanating around the room I could tell it was a mixture of cigarette and weed smoke. A chorus of voices immediately rung out, greeting Jayla and I. I peered around the room to see that pretty much everybody was there. I stepped farther into the room, glancing around until I saw Felix and Rhett standing by the washer and dryer in the corner of the room, shot glasses in their hands. I walked over and greeted them cheerily.

"Hey, dude!" Felix said happily, a wide smile on his face. I immediately noticed how pale he looked... He was wearing his normal attire, a beanie on his head, but he was pale.

"Hey. What are you dressed up as? A vampire?" I asked, shoving my hands into my pockets. His brow furrowed playfully and he shook his head.

"Nah, man... I'm white!" he explained, Rhett bursting out in laughter. I couldn't help but laugh as well. "Look," He continued as he slid his hat off his head and ruffled his hair. "Lillian straightened my hair and everything!"

"You look weird as s**t, dude...," Rhett snickered. Felix pretended to be offended as he gasped.

"What? Dude, I'm really not that dark! I get this pale in the winter!" he insisted playfully. Rhett and I both shook our heads in disagreement. True, Felix wasn't very dark.. he had the complexion of most Hispanics, but he didn't get pale at all in the winter months. "Psh. Whatever." He took the shot of whatever clear liquid had been in the glass. He grimaced, which I was amazed to see him do, and put his hat back on his head.

"What is that?" I asked, gesturing to the shot Rhett was holding.

"Oh... fuckin' Bankers Club gin...," he told me glumly. Oh, god, no!

"Down the hatch, eh?" Felix snickered, patting Rhett on the back roughly. He raised an eye brow at him before taking the shot. His face left me feeling like I could have gagged. I hated gin as it was, and Banker's Club was s**t gin.

"Is there anything else?" I asked, not in the mood to torture myself so immensely. I was going to be disappointed if that's all Brody's dad had managed to get us.

"Oh, yeah!" Felix answered quickly.

"What!" Rhett gasped, causing our friend to burst into a fit of laughter. "Dude, you're a d**k!" He playfully punched Felix's arm. "I don't like white Felix!"

"Did you tell him that was everything there was?" I asked. Felix nodded, collecting himself as best he could. "And you believed him instead of just going to look?" I directed my question towards Rhett.

"Well.. yeah.. I guess I see your point," he huffed with a shrug. I could tell both of them had been smoking. "Well, f**k, dude.. let's go see what else there is!" I followed him as we began walking towards the staircase. Everything was usually kept upstairs unless people were actively drinking it.

We made our way upstairs and entered the kitchen. I was surprised to see Brody and Jayla in the kitchen, standing relatively close to each other. "Hey, guys!" Brody greeted happily. We both said hi back and began looking through the alcohol. Brody's dad, Dan, was standing by the counter, a beer in his hand.

"Hey!" He greeted us cheerily.

"What's up?" I asked with a smile.

"Oh, you know... same old," he snorted, taking a sip of his beer. "Haven't seen you for a while."

"I've been around. Pretty sure you've slept through all my appearances lately," I told him and he let out a laugh.

"Yup, probably... That's what I'm about to do soon here.." He sounded drunk. Dan had an early morning work schedule, so he was often fast asleep by the time we came over. I was surprised we didn't wake him more often than we did. It was probably because he drank himself into a small coma every night.

"Nice hick costume, Jay!" Rhett suddenly laughed.

"Thanks!" She sounded quite pleased with herself. "See, Mark! Everybody but you knew what I was!" I rolled my eyes and waved her off dismissively.

"Sexiest hillbilly in all of Lancaster.." I didn't miss Brody say under his breath to my sister. My eyes widened and a small smile crept over my lips. He needed to dump his bitchy girlfriend and go out with her already... I knew that's what both of them wanted, so I was always stumped as to why it never happened.

"Well, damn, that's a real compliment because there sure are a s**t ton of them!" Jayla laughed. I spotted a bottle of rum and decided to make that my drink of the night. I grabbed a solo cup for myself and poured it about half full. That would be plenty for the night.. hopefully.

"I'm goin' back down, Rhett," I told him. He'd started chatting with the two in-denial-lovers. He nodded to me in acknowledgment so I proceeded towards the steps. Once downstairs, I glanced over to see Olive and Evie had just arrived. I smiled at my girlfriend as she looked over at me. Once I was on the same level as her, I wrapped an arm around her in greeting. She hadn't dressed up as anything, either. The only ones who had were Felix, Jayla, Lillian and Evie.

I couldn't help but glance over at Lexie. She was sitting on the couch next to Felix, talking, looking oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend was hitting on my sister upstairs. I didn't necessarily feel bad, though... Lexie had never been a particularly pleasant person, though she did have her moments. As she chatted with Felix, I did notice her smiling... so maybe she was having one of her good moments. I was never sure what Brody saw in her or what made him stick around.. But I tried not to judge. My girlfriend could be a f*****g psycho sometimes, after all.

"You want a drink?" I asked Olive. She smiled up at me and stood on her tip toes for a moment to give me a kiss.

"Yes, that would be amazing!" she said happily. I grinned and gave her one last squeeze before letting my arm fall back to my side.

"The drinks are upstairs. There's a bunch to choose from!" I told her. She looked slightly taken aback, and I wasn't sure why.

"O-oh... okay!" She shook her head slightly before moving past me to head for the steps. Evie was suddenly standing beside me then. She was dressed up as, what I guessed to be, a zombie. She made her skin pale with slight yellow and green areas, with fake blood on her arms and face, and her clothing all torn and tattered with dirt stains. It looked pretty good.

"Well, aren't you the gentleman!" she snickered, smacking me in the arm lightly. I frowned at her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, taking a small sip of my drink. It was a little harsh, but nothing compared to the gin. Evie rolled her eyes, a smile still on her face.

"Nothing. I'm gonna go get a drink." She still sounded amused as she spoke, laughing slightly as she walked up the stairs. I was left feeling pretty damn confused. So I just made my way over to the couch and sat down beside Lillian. I immediately noticed that the side of her head was freshly shaven. She'd gotten a tattoo on the side of her skull a few months earlier, and since then she'd been shaving one side of her head. I thought it looked pretty good, though not all girls could pull it off. She was a lucky exception.

"Hey, Li!" she greeted happily, smiling over at me. Her eyes were half closed and bloodshot, and I'd guessed she'd smoked as well. She was probably the biggest pothead out of us all.

"Hey, Lil!" I greeted in return with the same tone she'd given me. She laughed and shook her head.

"Pshh..." She took a sip of her drink. "What's my man doin' up there?" She asked.

"Talkin' to Jay and Brody. At least that's what he was doing when I left him up there," I told her.

"Ahh..." She nodded to my drink. "Whatcha got there?"

"Some of that rum." I glanced down at my cup before taking another, larger sip. I was ready to get drunk. She nodded and reached forward to grad her pipe off the coffee table.

"Do you want a hit?" she asked, pulling out her lighter.

"Nah, not tonight. Thanks," I declined. She shrugged with a smile.

"Suit yourself!" She put the pipe up to her lips and lit it, inhaling deeply. Watching her smoke left me feeling in need of a cigarette. I pulled my pack out of my pocket and took one out. I lit it and took a deep drag in. "Oh, I see! So you'll smoke the s**t that's gonna kill ya, but not this!" Lillian snapped playfully. I laughed and nodded, taking another sip of my drink.

"Hey, dude!" I suddenly heard Rhett's voice from beside me. I glanced over to see him walking towards us. "Move over," he ordered. Without protesting, I stood up and moved to the other side of the couch. I sat down beside Felix and noticed that Olive and Evie had never returned. Rhett sat down and put his arm around his girlfriend.

"Where's Olive?" I asked him before taking a drag of my cigarette.

"Oh, they're all in the backyard looking at the stars or some s**t," he told me with a shrug. I noticed he had a beer in his hand. Much better choice than the s**t Felix was drinking... He had a small cup of it in his hand, and even from where I was sitting, I could smell it. Lexie let out a loud sigh and rolled her eyes.

"No offense, Mark, but why the hell is he outside with Jayla?" she whined. My eye brows furrowed and I leaned over so that she could hear me better as I spoke. Felix sat back in his seat more so that I wasn't rudely over top of him.

"You know they've been best friends since like elementary school, right?" I asked. She stared at me, not looking any more convinced, so I continued. "They're like brother and sister... you don't have anything to worry about." Liar. I would always stick up for Jayla, even if it meant lying to Lexie. I knew the two of them had some sort of connection, whether they denied it or not.. but I would never tell Lexie that.

"Alright," she sighed, giving up surprisingly easy. "I guess you're right... I don't know why I get so jealous." I sat back once more, apologizing to Felix quickly, before continuing to speak.

"Dude, I don't know why any of you guys get jealous!" I laughed, taking a sip of my drink. "Olive gets jealous over stupid s**t, too!" Felix laughed when I said that, and even Lexie smiled. I leaned forward and ashed my cigarette.

"Yeah, well... you're perfect, so it really must be stupid s**t," she muttered loud enough that I could hear it. I exchanged glances with Felix, who had a stupid grin on his face. I shook my head.

"I'm not perfect!" I snorted, taking another deep drag of my dwindling cigarette.

"You're a better boyfriend than Brody!" Lexie objected.

"Lexie, if I were perfect, why would Olive get mad at me all the f*****g time?" I asked. "Half the time I don't even know what I did!"

"That's because bitches be crazy, Mark!" She laughed before taking a sip of the drink she was holding.

"It's true!" Felix added, looking genuinely amused by our conversation. "Sounds to me like Brody should be the one that's worried," he snickered. Lexie scowled at him and smacked his arm.

"Shut up! He does not!" she laughed. "I wasn't hitting on Mark... I'm just saying... he's a good guy! And there aren't many of them out there." I was honestly surprised. I'd never known Lexie thought that highly of me. If only she knew how impatient I was with Olive at times. It made me feel kind of guilty for my previous thoughts.

"Hey, what about me!" Felix gasped. Lexie laughed loudly and pinched his side.

"Of course you're a good guy, douche! You know you're my favorite!" They laughed with each other and I shook my head with a small grin. Felix and Brody were very close, so it only made sense that Lexie would be close with him as well. I took a final drag of my cigarette before smashing the cherry into the ashtray.

Felix put his cup up to his lips and took a large sip of the disgusting gin, the scent wafting over in my direction. I grimaced and took a sip of my own drink.

"How can you drink that?" I asked. He glanced over at me, his eyes bloodshot, and he shrugged.

"Iunno." He then proceeded to take the last mouthful of it down his throat.

"Ew!" I sunk away from him slightly as I watched. Once he swallowed it, he began laughing. "Dude, you smell like a pine tree... and not in a good way!" I heard Lexie laugh from the other side of him.

"It's gross, but I don't care." He placed his cup on the ground by his feet before leaning to pull his cigarettes out of his pocket.

"So badass," Lexie snorted sarcastically. I shook my head.

"No, I know you're kidding Lexie, but he seriously is," I laughed. "You know how bad that s**t tastes?"

"What can I say?" Felix lit his cigarette and took a deep drag in. I took a large sip of my rum, the familiar burn running all the way from my throat to my stomach. It was hitting me fast, as it so often did. "How do you ladies wear make up all the f*****g time?" Felix suddenly complained. "This s**t is so annoying!" This caused Lexie and I to both laugh.

"Still think he's badass, Mark?" she snickered. I gave an exaggerated shrug and smiled. I could tell it was going to be a fun night ahead of us.

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There I laid, on my back on the couch, Olive straddling me at the hips. Our mouths clashed together as we kissed intensely. I moved my hand up to the back of her head, running my hand through her soft hair. She pulled back enough to bite onto my bottom lip before moving her tongue into my mouth fluently. She was drunk. She was probably more drunk than me. I could tell by how carefree she was being with our kisses. I probably would be getting turned on if it weren't for the alcohol in my system.

"Mark," she breathed, gripping onto the hair on the back of my head. "I want you to f**k me." My stomach jumped in surprise when she said that. I pulled back to look at her face, my eye brows furrowed.

"W-what...?" I stammered out stupidly. We were both virgins. The most we'd done with each other was a little touching. She'd never given me head, never jerked me off, none of that.

"You heard me." She smiled slyly before going back to kissing me. She ran her hands down my chest, gripping tightly onto my shirt. "I want you to f**k me," she breathed once more. I kissed her back. Even though she was telling me to f**k her, and being pretty damn sexy about it, nothing was happening down there... I didn't want our first time to be in Brody's basement with both of us wasted.

"Olive," I began, pulling away from her kiss so I could speak. She simply moved her mouth down to my neck. "I can't... not tonight."

"Why not?" she asked, sitting up once again to look at me. The disappointment was apparent on her pretty face.

"Because..." I gave her a hard look. She scowled down at me.

"Please, Mark!" she begged, sounding fairly drunk. I snickered and shook my head.

"No, Olive..," I insisted. "I don't want our first time to be when we're both f****d up." She shook her head.

"But why does that matter?" she asked, leaning down to kiss my neck once again. "I really want to..." I sighed, closing my eyes momentarily. "I think we've been together long enough now. I'm ready.."

"Why don't we do it tomorrow when we're both sober if you're so ready?" I asked, losing my patience with her rather quickly.

"Because I want to now!" she giggled. I wasn't feeling so amused.

"Okay, okay," I sat up, sliding her off of me as I went. "I have to go take a piss," I grumbled, standing before she had a chance to grab me.

"Mark!" she whined, but I ignored her. I walked towards the stairs as quickly as I could. I was feeling a bit unsteady on my feet, since I had been laying down for a bit. My world was spinning slightly.

I walked straight into the bathroom and took my piss. I wasn't in any rush to go back downstairs... I was hoping that if I took long enough upstairs, she would fall asleep. Maybe I could smoke a cigarette. I finished my piss and walked back into the hall. I could hear faint voices coming from the back porch attached to the kitchen. I stopped moving and listened.

"You know you can always stay here if you need to..," Brody said. My eyes narrowed as I then heard the voice of Felix sound through the air.

"Yeah, I know. I don't think I'll need to though. I don't wanna be a bother, anyways," He sighed, sounding slightly dejected.

"No, man! It wouldn't be a problem at all, really!" Brody insisted. I debated going out onto the porch.. but I didn't want to interrupt their private conversation. I turned to go back downstairs- f**k, no! I paused. I definitely didn't wanna go down there yet. I sighed and turned to go back into the bathroom. I sat with my back against the wall and smoked a cigarette by myself, ashing into the toilet.

Why did it seem impossible to have a night of drinking where I could totally relax? Maybe I would be better off alone...