pinky promise

midnight

text from jamie: its midnight, where are you?

MK: with friends

jamie: get home

MK: dude ill be honest im drunk

jamie: shit macy-kate. what bar??

MK: crazy 8

jamie: stay there, ill be there soon.

i met a few of the other photographers there with some of their friends & boyfriends.

i didn't think i was going to drink but my friends 21 and she got me drinks.

"yo my friends coming go get me, ill text you when i get home or something."

"take a another shot before you go girl!"

i wasnt backing down, i took the shot as my phone buzzed.

but that one shot turned into 3 more drinks.

"hes-here." i drew out.

"bye girl!"

i walked through the crowd of people dancing and outside.

"there you are."

i looked up and smiled at jamie.

"kiss me baby."

"get in the car." he said, opening the back seat door.

i stumbled to him, "MK, just get in." he said as i placed my hand on his abdomen.

he gently picked me up and threw me in the back seat before closing the door and getting in the drivers seat.

<>jamies pov<>

"we could totally fuck back here." she said laying down

i started driving home, i sped the whole way here to get her.

"pull over baby." she slurred.

her hand slide to my crotch, "get your hand off of me."

"pull over please." she sang.

"who got you drinks? you're 20." i asked

"julia did! julias the best! now pull over, i wanna fuck you baby!" she cheered

i pulled into an empty parking lot which caused her to start cheering again

"no, stop. shut up, sit back & buckle up. im not driving until you do." i warned her.

"how about you unbuckle? huh?"

i sighed and looked at her. "are drunk words sober thoughts?" i said out loud.

maybe she thinks about fucking me a lot.

"if you got drunk..." she started laughing, leaning to me "we could have drunk sex. drunk aggressive sex. your hand around my throat and-"

"macy-kate." i said with authority. "sit back and buckle up."

"fuck you." she said before doing what she was told to do.

yeah fuck me. like literally fuck me macy-kate.

but i know better than to take advantage of her while shes drunk. even if shes telling me to, im not going too.

i started driving again and turned the radio on.

i could hear her singing so i turned it down a little.

except she isnt singing the song thats playing.

"i just wanna look good for you, good for you, oh-oh
Let me show you how proud I am to be yours
Leave this dress a mess on the floor
Still look good for you, good for you, oh-oh." she sang.