this chapter has been completed and was updated as of 11:30pm (ish) March 26, 2015.
Chapter Five – Puppy Dog Faces and Ping Pong Barf
“Hey Iain?” I asked when I heard his deep, sluggish voice answer the phone.
“Whit?” he grumbled.
“Do you remember when you dropped me off and said, ‘Whatever you need, Kitten?’” I asked, making my voice deep when I mimicked his words.
“I do,” he said, and I could hear the smile forming on his face.
“Well I need a huge favor,” I said.
“I figured,” he said.
“Mellie and I may or may not be at a party,” I said.
“Uh-huh.”
“And we may or may not be too drunk to drive home.”
“May or may not?” he asked.
I looked over to see Mellie wandering away from me, over to some guy eating a sandwich.
“Is that a sandwich?” she asked him, nearly sitting on his lap. The guy looked at her like she was crazy.
“I love sandwiches,” she slurred out, grabbing his sandwich from him.
“Mellie! Don’t eat his sandwich! He might have cooties!” I yelled trying to run after her.
“Where are you?” Iain asked, and I heard the jingle of his keys in the background.
“Um, you know the park across town?” I asked.
“What are you doing there?” he asked, confused.
“We’re at the house across from it, but wait—Mellie! Watch for cars!” I laughed, “No we’re going to the park I think!”
“I’ll be there soon. Stay out of trouble,” he laughed at me.
“Okay,” I said, running after Mellie towards the park. I found her playing 1950s music out loud on her phone as she climbed the monkey bars. I laughed and climbed after her. We wailed the lyrics of the songs from the top of our lungs. Mellie lay down on top of the bars, and I hung upside down from the bar by my legs.
“Good golly, Miss Molly,” Iain chuckled, walking up to us.
“Iain! You’re the greatest!” I smiled. He walked up to me and I let go of my hands on the bar, and he rushed up quicker.
“I’m not going to fall!” I laughed.
“You’re very drunk, Kitten,” he looked at me warily.
“I’m not going to fall!” I said, pulling myself back up so I wasn’t hanging upside down anymore, and turned so I was hanging from the monkey bar by my arms.
“Catch me!” I laughed, and Iain’s strong arms wrapped around me before I hit the ground.
“My savior!” I laughed. He rolled his eyes and set me on my feet.
“Mellie, do you need help getting doon?” Iain asked.
“Nope! I am an independent woman!” she laughed, and climbed down. Iain started to lead us to the car, only for Mellie to stop and throw up the contents of her stomach in the grass. Iain patiently held her hair as she puked her guts out.
“Beer before liquor never sicker!” I laughed.
“Shouldn’t you be the supportive best friend holding her hair?” Iain asked.
“I can’t handle puke; you know that, she knows that. If I was holding her hair, it’d make me puke, and she can’t handle puke either and my puke would make her puke and then I’d puke again and it’d be a whole ping-pong barf and you’d have two puking teenage girls to deal with and not just one!” I said.
“Ping-pong barf?” he asked, laughing.
“It’s happened before. We had to name it so it never happened again,” I explained.
Mellie finished puking her guts out and we walked to his car. Mellie laid down in the backseat, and I sat up front with Iain. I fiddled with his radio as he drove.
“Stop,” he growled.
“Iain,” I shot him my best puppy-dog face.
“That might’ve worked when you were five, but it doesn’t work for you anymore.”
“Shut up, you know I’m adorable still!” I said, but decided to leave the radio alone. Iain drove to Mellie’s house and pulled in her driveway.
“I’ll walk you in,” Iain said, getting out of the car. I followed them. He was practically holding her up as she walked to the front door. We walked in her house, and her mom was sitting on the couch, watching some late night re-run.
“Oh thank you!” she smiled at Iain. He nodded and shrugged like it was no big deal and walked her to her bedroom.
“Are you staying, Kit?” Mellie asked.
“No, I think I’m going to stay with Iain,” I said.
“Oh you are?” he asked me, raising an eyebrow as he tucked a half-asleep Mellie into bed. I gave him a puppy dog face, and he rolled his eyes.
“You can stay,” he sighed.
“Yay!” I smiled, and followed him back to his car. I fiddled with the radio until I found a station that was playing malt shoppe oldies, and smiled.
“What is your obsession with 1950s music tonight?” Iain laughed.
“The 1950s are my favorite. I just wanna wear pastel dresses and saddle shoes with bows in my hair and chew pink bubblegum and sneak out late at night and make out with some James Dean lookalike my parents don’t approve of in his red convertible. And I wanna go to the sock hop and drink milkshakes and eat grilled cheeses and dance a lot.”
“You’re a silly girl,” Iain laughed.
“You’re a silly girl!” I shot back.
“I don’t mean it as an insult, Kitten. It’s endearing,” Iain said, pulling into the parking lot of his apartment complex. He turned off the car and I hopped out, following him inside.
“My legs aren’t working,” I said.
“How drunk are you, Kitten,” Iain sighed.
“Very,” I laughed.
“Come here,” he said, squatting down. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, and climbed on his back. He stood up and gave me a piggy-back ride up the three flights of stairs to his apartment.
He unlocked the door and let me inside, and I immediately headed towards his bedroom. He followed behind me and shut the door behind him. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it on the floor before unzipping my skirt and letting that fall to the floor as well.
“What are you doing?! Kitten!” Iain yelled. I walked towards his closet and pulled out a hoodie, pulling it over my head. I found some tall socks for my freezing toes and pulled them on as well.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Kitten,” Iain sighed, rubbing his eyes and pulling off his shirt. He unbuckled the belt to his jeans and pulled them off before laying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Can I use your laptop?” I asked.
“What in the world do you need to use my laptop for at this hour?”
“Music, can I?” I asked again.
“Sure, whatever,” Iain sighed. I pulled up a video of the song I was looking for.
The song started up, and I sang along as I danced in his room.
“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain, too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will, oh what a thrill!” I sang loudly, and Iain laughed heartily.
“Oh God,” he laughed.
“Dance with me, Iain!”
“No,” he laughed, his voice husky. I jumped on his bed, dancing as I jumped, and hopped down so I was straddling him on the bed.
“You kissed me baby, woo, it feels good. Hold me baby, learn to let me love you like a lover should. You're fine, so kind. I'm a nervous world that your mine mine mine mine!” I sang as I wiggled on top of him, and Iain grabbed my hips, trying to get me to stop, but it was too late, because I could already feel his dick hardening at my core. My eyes met his and his face was a little red.
“Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” I said as the chorus of the song came on, and burst into laughter at the irony.