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"Your hair smells nice." I smiled lazily into his chest, my grip tight around his waist so he couldn't get up again. His drunken slurs swirled in my head, realizing neither of us would remember this tomorrow. I sighed as I rolled over onto his back, eyesight becoming fuzzy from the darkness of the backyard. Oh, and the alcohol. The grass was so soft. Itchy as fuck, but soft. Then suddenly footsteps were coming towards our awkward spot in the grass. When they stopped, they were soon replaced by laughter. Drunken laughter, that is. There stood the girl who supplied us with what made us this way. She collapsed beside us, basically just as intoxicated as we were. Oh and did I mention it was only the second day of spring break? Shit. i should've explained the day from the start. Forgive my clouded thoughts, my dear. Ahem, anyway.
"You guys should m-make out," Naty said, giggling at the two of us practically on top of each other in the long, green grass.