Fruits Forbidden

Chapter 9: Horndogs and Horndrunks

“The doorbell is ringing!” Stacie chimed impatiently from the open bathroom door where she was putting final touches to her makeup, and I shot up on my feet, running downstairs. I had to open the door before my mom woke up to its noise. I was hoping she hadn’t already woken up because of the I-don't-know-how-many-rings of the doorbell. I was zoned out.

I zoned out all the time, and everybody was more or less used to it. Everybody except Stacie. She would wave her hands, make faces, or just stare at me (that’s what she told me she did) before she finally hit me on the head, once she was done experimenting with my spaced out eyes. This time, she was just yelling.

Rushing to the door that seemed to have another looming doorbell, I swung it open as quickly as I could, all the while trying to control my breathing.

“Mavey.” He grinned at me.

“Nellie.” I grinned back. His eyes moved from my face to my dress and I kept myself from blushing under his scrutiny.

“We twinned, again.” He chuckled, and my eyes took a long sweep of his outfit. He was dressed up casually—a black shirt with a few buttons left loose, paired with grey-black denims. His body glistened in the yellow porch lights of my house, making him even more beautiful to my eyes than he always was. He brushed his fingers through his hair, something he did quite often, especially when nervous.

“What are you stressing about?” I asked, unable to wonder inside.

“Huh?” He asked, his fingers stopping midway in their actions.

“The–” I gestured to his hand and hair. “–brushing hair thing which you do whenever you are nervous?”

“Oh, that–” He chuckled awkwardly. “My hair is just a little wet.” Oh, right. Of course his hair is wet, May.

“You guys should really just stop mind-linking each other about what colour you will be wearing every time we go somewhere.” Stacie tsk-ed while walking downstairs like the absolute diva that she was, wearing the same lemon yellow dress that she had once given me because it fit me better than it did her. Now she filled the dress in all the right places, and it looked perfectly delicious on her. She was going to have a lot of fans at the club, that was for sure. “For once, just keep the network open for other people to mind link, God.”

“Stacie, I knew you would be around here. No wonder I could smell the trouble.” He smiled teasingly at her.

“And I could smell the s**t you know?” she said, but she was grinning wide, coming down to give Daniel a side hug. “Big asshole, that’s why.”

“You’ve called me that like-” he counted on his fingers, “-seven hundred and fifteen times. Get something new.”

She grumbled something under her breath, too low for us to listen, and then immediately changed her flow of thoughts, jumping up in excitement.

“Enough chit-chat now, let’s go before all the pretty people at the club go home!”

We laughed. Never a boring moment with Stacie.

Stacie waved us goodbye as she drove off in her Blue Beetle, grinning like a madman, while Daniel and I slipped into his Dad’s beat-down Mercedes-Benz, sitting back in comfortable silence.

While our car drove out of the driveway and on the road, my eyes caught the sight of something blue, and I did a double take. Why was Stacie’s car still out there?

Just then, I heard my phone ping. Surprise, surprise, it was Stacie.

Bitch, I might not be sober to remind you later, but don’t drink too much, okay?

I grinned. So that was what she was doing out there.

Yes, mother. I love you x

I love you too, dumbass. Don’t forget your vow to not drink too much alcohol; you know what happens when you do.

I do remember, now f**k off.

Ungrateful little s**t, love you x

I smiled at the message. She remembered and even cared enough to remind me before she could forget. Sweet.

Love you too

Of course, I remember everything that happened the last time I drank way too much, and I was still pretty embarrassed about it. And rightfully so. There are all kinds of drunks—sad, happy, depressed, romantic, and whatnot, but me? Of all the possible types that one could be, I had to be the horny romantic. The cherry on top? I was a lightweight, which meant two strong drinks would make me a goner.

My discovery of this amazing drunken quality was the very first time I drank alcohol. From being sane and sober to turning into a lustful beast, it took me barely any time. And the worst of it was that I was at Stacie's ‘turning 18’ party, with quite a number of people from school there, and Daniel at arm's reach, watching me metamorphose into this crazy horndog.

I remember thinking ‘If not now, when will I experience teenage life?’ I was the youngest in my group of friends and being treated like a baby could only feel good for so long. I knew I had to show them I could take it, and what other way than alcohol? When I claimed that I would drink neat vodka, Daniel had flipped, telling me it was too much and how I should start with the most dilute drink. I disregarded his yapping. Of course, he didn’t want little baby May to drink, I thought. Clearly, I should’ve thought it through. Clearly, I should’ve listened.

By the time the second shot was inside my system, I didn’t give a damn about the world. I was smiling, millions of thoughts racing through my head. Millions of them were filled with naked images of me with some dreamy man I couldn’t put an identity on. I had stopped listening to the conversation around me by then and was completely focusing on finding out who that guy was, but no matter how much I tried, it remained blurry. It was when the third shot hit me that the face became clearer, Daniel’s hazel eyes looking into mine as dream-me grinded on his lap, only the thin fabric of our underwear separating us. I enjoyed what was going on in my head, but I wanted more. I wanted to know what it felt like in reality. I wanted to know what it was like to have Daniel. I was committed to making my lustful thoughts a reality.

When my eyes adjusted to the real environment around me, Daniel had already disappeared with the bottle of the tasty, expensive vodka, spoiling everyone’s fun. As everyone protested, I scanned the room for a sign of him. He was determined not to let me get too drunk, and I was determined to get into his pants. Luckily for me and unluckily for him, the three shots worked just as fine for me as the whole bottle would for the others. I was dazed, and the only thought that kept running through my head was—Daniel, Daniel, and Daniel.

Before I knew it, I was bee-lining through the hallways calling Daniel like I had lost my way, and only he could find me, which was partly true. What I wanted at the moment, only he could give me. I had lost all sense and reason and was working purely on my instincts, which were very carnal then. Stacie’s voice followed me around, but I didn’t give her a second to catch up with me. I was on a wild goose chase, and I was not going to stop until I found him.

I stumbled into a room. The moment my eyes landed on the mop of brown hair beneath a semi-naked woman, my world shattered. I was feeling angry, hurt, annoyed, and horny all at once. It was not a good feeling. My thoughts kept pushing me to break the two and get my Daniel to me. No girl was going to kiss my Daniel at my best friend’s house. “You dirty bitches!” I yelled, but was pulled away before I could do any real damage to them. The bright lights hurt my eyes as Stacie came into my view.

“My Nellie…” I moaned like I was dying, because that’s what it felt like. Not just because I saw Daniel, but because my insides felt like they were going to collapse any second from the alcohol.

“That’s not him, you dumbass bitch.” She laughed, pulling me towards the living room. The noise kept getting louder and louder as we inched closer, and it almost killed my ear drums by the time we reached the crowd. “That was some random jerk who I will throw out now. You, stay here.” She pointed to a stool and I sat there, quietly. Despite having a misunderstanding and a heartache just moments ago, my insides were throbbing with need. Thoughts kept running in my head, touching myself, touching Daniel, holding him close, kissing him, biting him–

“Mavey, you alright?” I remembered how everything went black the moment my eyes met Daniel’s. I thought I had passed out.

The key word being ‘thought’.