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Drunk Decisions.

Everything was loud. The music, the people, the smell. It all screamed at me. All I heard was screeching dub step being blared all throughout the house and people trying to yell over it. It was confusing, I had no idea where anything was and I didn't know any of the people. I tried to push my way through the hallway, elbowing past drunk guys hitting on drunk girls. I started to wonder if this place seemed as hectic if you were intoxicated. When I made it to the end of the hall, there was a dead-end that split off in two directions, the one on the left I could see lead towards the living room. Where people were jumping and dancing and laughing and drinking, and definitely having more fun than me. The direction that lead to the right, lead to a dining room. Since that one was less packed, I turned on my heals to the right and walked deeper into the house.

When I walked into the dining room, I saw a number of things that confused me. Firstly, there was a guy hunched over an empty plate, crying. His hair was jutting out in all different directions and I was almost one hundred percent sure that the foul smell in the room was coming from him. Then, I saw one boy and two girls in the corner, each taking turns making out with each other. Now, I know that probably isn't as abnormal as I'd like to think, but it was definitely a shock when I first walked into the room. And lastly, and probably the most shocking, there was a man standing over a vase, his pants around his ankles, and a stream of urine coming from his crotch out and into the glass piece.

Instead of questioning anything, I just kept walking until I came across the kitchen. Nothing was too abnormal about it, a couple making out on the counter, and some guys laughing over by the cooler of drinks. I sighed, reaching in to grab a cold one. If I was going to enjoy the party, I was probably going to have to be just as drunk as the rest.

And finally, my four knights in polyester armor came bursting through the door.

"Emma!" They all chorused gleefully, getting the attention of everyone in the room. I bashfully smiled while I took a sip from my can of Bud light. The taste was bitter on my tongue, but I ignored it.

"You finally made it!" Chase yelled happily over the muffled music coming from the living room.

"Yup," I said. "I made it."

"And you look stunning." Chad remarked, making it a spectacle of looking me up and down. I blushed, hiding behind my can while I gulped down a few more sips.

"Doesn't she always?" Royce said, although when he said it, it felt different. Royce said it with earnest and friendliness, Chad was just drunkenly sizing me up. "And she already has a drink, trying to beat us at our game, huh?" He said, nudging my hand that had the can of beer.

"Not possible," I said, chuckling at their drunken states.

"And she has a brain!" Damion out right yelled, putting his arm around me. "We just might keep you, Emilia."

"Oh, if I could be so lucky." I rolled my eyes before I shrugged off his arm, already too buzzed to comment on his use of my full name. "You guys said this was going to be a party." I said, smirking at all of them. "Well, I don't see one."

"Is Emma Anderson getting snippy with us?" Damion said, giving me an astonished look.

"I think she is," Chase said, smiling at me, with a proud twinkle in his eyes.

"I like this Emma." Chad stated, sliding his arm around my shoulders. "The party is this way, milady." He guided me through the house, leaving the other three behind. Being alone with Chad made me a little nervous, but at this point as I chugged down the last remnants of my beer and reached for another one, I didn't seem to care. The music started to make more sense and the beer was tasting better and better with each drink. The only thing I wanted to do was dance and sing and laugh and kiss the guy across the room who kept staring at me. I wanted to do everything and anything I could. Chad seemed to love the fact that I was letting loose.

As we danced his hands were on my hips and we both swayed to the music. I felt alive. Like the music was my heart beat and the liquid in my cup was pumping through my veins. Everything seemed right.

Until I looked up, and saw Noel. I saw Noel with his hands on Mona's waist and his lips on her neck. And all of a sudden, the music was too loud and the drinks didn't taste good and the lights burned too bright in my eyes. A sigh left my lips and the hand that wasn't holding my cup moved to rub my temple.

"Hey, are you okay?" Chad slurred, taking my cup and setting it down on the table beside us. I shook my head.

"The music," My voice was almost as slurred as his, maybe more. "It's too loud." I yelled at him, probably getting my beer breath all over his face, but I wasn't concerned.

"Let's get out of here," He said, gripping my hand and dragging me back into the hallway and up a flight of stairs. The only thing I saw on the second floor was people who were fully clothed, trying to have dry sex. If I wasn't so drunk, I would have been disgusted. "Let's go in here." Chad said as he pulled me through a door. The room was dark, lit by a window in the corner that let moon light stream in through sheer curtains. "Is this better?" He asked me as I sat on the bed. I nodded, holding my hand to my fore head. I could still feel the music reverberating through the floor.

"Yes," I murmured around a sigh. "Much," He didn't say anything after that, he just sat down next to me. I didn't look up, but I saw his knees next to mine, and his shoes on the floor.

"I'm sorry you had to see Noel with Mona." He said suddenly, after we sat in a minute of silence. My eyes shot up to his, probably resembling a deer in headlights. "I know you like him," he muttered. It seemed that we had both sobered up considerably. "I'm not an idiot Emma. And neither is he or Mona."

"I-" I paused. "I don't like him. Well, at least I think I don't." I shook my head. "There is too much alcohol in my system to talk about this right now, Chad."

"Well," he scooted closer, putting his hot hand on my bare thigh. "Don't talk." His warm breath wafted onto my face and his jean clad leg rubbed against mine. "Don't talk," He repeated, putting the hand that wasn't on my thigh onto my jaw, holding my face in place while his lips moved closer and closer to mine. I wanted to move away, scream at him, ask him how dare he take advantage of a drunken girl. But, I didn't move, and my voice didn't work.

Then, Chad's smooth lips were on mine and my mind lit up. But, not in a good way. It lit up like a road detour sign that screamed at me: "Stop! Don't do this! Push him away!" And so I did.

Chad's lips detached from mine as if it was a suction cup. I knew where this was headed, and I didn't want it. "Stop," I said to him, grasping his shirt collar in my fist. "I don't want to do this." He looked at me like I had just confessed my sins to him.

"Of-Of course you do," He told me, like I was some kind of child. "You kissed me back."

"You just accused me of liking Noel and now you think I want to have drunk sex with you?" I asked him incredulously. My body acted on it's own, standing from the bed to leave the room. I might have been drunk, but I knew better. He gripped my wrist before I could get away from him.

"Don't go," He said, holding desperately to me. As if I was his life-line. "Just wait a second."

"No Chad," My voice was small. Too small. "I want to go back downstairs."

"No," He said more forcefully. "Stay here." I retched my hand away from his. But, the amount of toxins in my systems caused my feet to fall out from under me. I stumbled into the wardrobe behind me and fell straight on my ass. It made this huge thump and I knocked a book off the top, it fell beside me. "Shit Emma, are you okay?"

"No!" I said, evading his helping hands. "Don't touch me." I used the knob of the wardrobe to stand up, at one point the door opened and I almost fell again. But Chad's hands steadied me. I quickly moved away from him, giving him a look of irritation. As quick as possible, I ran out of the room and took the stairs two at a time, both hands firmly planted on the banister. The moment I was back in the kitchen, I had another drink in my hand and was pouring it down my throat.

"Woah there Emma," I heard from next to me. "Take it one at a time." Noel moved to take away the next can I grabbed from the cooler. I sighed, wiping my mouth of the alcohol.

"Who knew Emma Anderson could hold her liqueur?" A condescending voice inquired from behind him. "I never would have guessed."

"Mona please," Noel pleaded, grabbing my hand and dragging me into the living room. I could see Damion, Royce, and Chase dancing with all different groups of girls. Probably having the times of their lives. Their faces lit up when they saw me, making gestures that told me they wanted me to join them. I smiled back happily. Dancing sounded like a great idea.

But the rough hand on my arm stopped me from getting mixed up in the crowd.

"Royce!" Noel yelled, getting the boy's attention. He broke away from the girl he was grinding with to meet us.

"Aye man," He smiled at us. "Emma how's the party?"

"Could be better." I shrug, wishing I could go over and dance with the only friends I had. Royce's face faltered, then he looked up at Noel.

"Could you take her home? She's too drunk to drive and Mona would flip shit if I let her stay here. My hands are tied." He muttered to Royce. Royce looked at Noel with a serious face. His hand raked against his stubbled chin.

"You think I'm not drunk?" Royce said, helplessly shrugging. "I mean I could walk her but, there's no way any body here is sober enough to drive any where." Noel sighed, looking at me.

"Just make sure she get's home safe." I felt like a child, being carted off to someone to get escorted home. I'm not helpless, I can drive myself home. I don't need a shofer.

"Guy's I'm-I'm not that drunk." I said defiantly around a hiccup. They shared a look before Royce took me from Noel.

"I got her bro, don't worry." He guided me to the front door and took me outside. The cool night air felt like heaven against my clammy skin. I sighed at the sensation. "Which way to your house?" Royce asked, steadying me against his firm body. My hand limping gestured in the direction I assumed was the way I got here. My sense of direction was just as shot as my sense of balance. But, he didn't even ask for reassurance, he simply hooked his built arm around my waist and walked with me in the direction I pointed to.

"I'm not drunk," I insisted, watching my feet move one after the other. It was rather interesting watching them move without me having to tell them to. "I-I only had like, one-three drinks I think. Like barely four drinks maybe. No, no, I had one drink, I'm pretty sure."

"Emma, you're definitely drunk." Royce reminded. I giggled at the way his voice sounded, it reminded me of an old man. Deep and firm and sturdy. Once I started giggling, I couldn't stop. Royce just kept guiding me along the side walk. He was clearly much, much less drunk than me. Meaningless words constantly bubbled from my lips, making me laugh more at how funny I was. Royce laughed too, but I realized after a while that it wasn't at my jokes, it was at me. But, I was still happy I was making him happy.

We were getting closer and closer to my house, practically just around the corner, maybe. When I looked over and saw a car on the side of the road. It took me a moment to recognize the driver and the passenger who sat idly in the car.

"Jason!" I yelled, pulling Royce to a stop. "Aria! Hey guys!" I giggled happily, wriggling from Royce's hold. I ran to the driver door to smile at the stunned people sitting inside.

"Emma?" Aria asked unbelievably. "Are you alright?" I nodded giddily, feeling Royce come up behind me.

"C'mon Emma, we-we need to get you home." Royce slurred. His beer was settling, I could tell. He could barely hold himself up let alone walk me, another drunk, home. His hand fell against Jason's convertible.

"Um, where are you coming from, Emma?" Jason asked, opening the car door and stepped out to help me to stand.

"Probably Noel Kahn's party. I heard about it, but didn't really feel up to going." Aria stated, still sitting in the car. "I'm kind of glad I didn't now."

"N-No," I stuttered. "It was really fun." Jason looked at Royce, who looked back at him with pleading.

"Can you get her home? I-I live right around the corner and I think I'm gonna be sick." Royce said to him, holding a hand to his stomach. Jason nodded, letting Royce run off in another direction. I smiled up at Jason while he held me in place.

"Well, I'm gonna go." Aria said, getting out of the passenger side of the car. "I'll see you later." Jason nodded, helping me around to get into the seat. His large hands strapped me in and closed the door gently. He jumped into his side of the car and asked me the same question Royce did.

"Where is your house?" I looked around. All the houses looked familiar and the street signs moved too much for me to read them. My mind stuttered, I had no idea where I was.

"U-Um. I think-" I looked in all directions, trying to remember. The street lights burned my eyes and my hands moved to shield them from the assault. "I-I don't know," I heard Jason sigh, then I felt the car start to move forward. I didn't care where we were going, I just wanted to lay down and close my eyes. So I hoped that wherever we were going there was a bed. I laid my head against the car door. The wind blew threw my hair, but I didn't care. My eyes shut closed, and the last thing I remember was Jason turning on the radio and hearing The Black Keys lull me to sleep.

When my eyes opened again, my head was against someone's shoulder. My feet were dangling and I could feel their arms under my knees and my back. I lazily slung my arm around their neck, they smelled good. I didn't want them to put me down. But, I felt a soft plush surface under me, and their hands slid out from under me. I chose that moment to open my eyes.

Jason stood over me, draping a blanket over my body. I was on a couch. A nice, plush, cream colored couch.

"Where am I?" I murmured to him, snuggling the fuzzy blanket against my face. His hair fell into his eyes while he tucked the blanket around my legs.

"My house," He replied. I took a moment to look around, taking in all the features. There were boxes all around and there weren't any decorations on the walls. It looked like this couch was the only beautiful thing in the room. Well, I looked up at the man who was unbuckling my sandals from my feet. He's pretty beautiful.

"You're beautiful," I told him, the liquid courage still flowing throughout my body. "Like, really really masculine-ly beautiful." I could see his face falter, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Thank you." He placed my shoes on the floor in front of the couch. I wiggled my toes, letting a giggle escape my lips. It was nice, being taken care of by Jason Dilaurentis. I didn't want him to stop. He shed his jacket onto the chair next to him. His shirt hugged his built body in all the right ways. It stirred something in me. The way his hands pushed his hair from his eyes, the way he bent over to unlace his shoes, the way his blue eyes locked with mine. It sent chills throughout my body. I was right, he is beautiful. Much too beautiful for me, I realized.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" I inquired, holding his eyes locked onto mine. His gaze didn't falter. I kicked the blanket off of my body, feeling the cold air of the room hugging my body comfortingly. He didn't respond, he just watched me. I hesitated a moment, feeling almost intimidated by his stare. His big beautiful blue eyes giving me all the attention. But, I then decided that I needed to do this. I would probably never have this chance again. My fingers grasped the hem of my shirt, quickly pulling it off over my head. I sat on the couch with only my shorts and my bra to cover me, my necklaces dangling between my breasts. Everything was telling me to stop right there, grab my shirt and put it back on. Pretend that this never happened. But, I didn't.

"Emma," Jason said, watching me as I got up and slowly walked over to him. A gentle hand stopped me from getting too close. "Stop,"

"No," I said, looking intently at the veins in his neck.

"You're drunk, you don't know what you're doing." He insisted, keeping me from closing the distance between us. I shook my head. I might have had a little confidence boost, but I knew what I was doing. If I didn't want Jason to look at me without a shirt on, I wouldn't have taken it off.

"Yes I do," I reassured him, grabbing his hand in mine. His large, calloused hand gripped mine back. I wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on my body. "I know exactly what I'm doing." I moved to stand on my tip toes. He was hesitant. He didn't want to take advantage of me. He looked me directly in the eyes. I could tell he was searching for something to tell him that I was drunk. Some kind of sign that I wasn't coherent. But I knew he wouldn't find it.

And then, Jason's lips were on mine.

A/N

WELL SHIT.

I DONE LEFT Y'ALL HANGIN DIDN'T I.

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