daddy. // the 1975

eighteen // heart out

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"i've come to a decision," george announced at dinner. liz sat across from me and looked antsy.
"yeah?" ross replied.
"i'm staying here until lizzie's flight leaves?" george said.
"lizzie?" i laughed.
"it's actually just liz, but okay," liz added, laughing as well.

my memory jogged. that's right. liz's flight leaves wednesday for los angeles, california.

"where exactly are you going?" adam asked.
"oh, im moving to los angeles this week for my job," she said. her answer only lead to more questions. she sighed and said, "i'm a model." everyone said oh.

"yeah, so i'm going to stay with her and help her pack, take her to the airport, then i'll be flying home," he said. liz nodded.

"what about you two fools?" matty said.
"uh," ross said.
"i don't know, buddy," adam shrugged.
"well, im supposed to going to manchester for a bit," i said. "i planned on leaving with matty."
"we plan to leave sunday. willow is coming back with me," matty spoke.

"um, i have graduation friday, though," i muttered.
"well, i don't have anything to do," ross shrugged.
"you never do," adam replied.

"oh, i haven't even booked a flight home," ross said. matty sighed, "ill book yours too. what about you, adam?"

"might as well, since i didn't book one home either..." i laughed. these boys were so oblivious to everything. i looked at my phone and checked the time. 8 pm.

"matty, i should be getting home soon," i whispered.
"oh, i forgot about that. why don't we have some fun first?" he pleaded.
"okay, if you think so. not too late!" i said.

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matty seemed to know where he was going.
"matty, where are we?" i asked him.
"look around," he said. so i did. a bar. he brought us to a bar.
"matty, are you serious?" i laughed. "taking me out drinking on a school night?"

(note: i am aware the drinking age is 21 in US but it's gonna be in 18 in my story lmao)

"of course," he joked. "i think you need a buzz before you get home."
"okay," i giggled following him inside. we went out to the patio area and sat on the bar stools lining the bar table.

"i'll have iced vodka," matty said. "and for the lady, she'll have a mojito." the bartender nodded.

"a mojito?" i laughed. "why?"
"you seem a bit foreign to drinking. i wasn't going to get you an iced vodka without knowing you alcohol tolerance," he laughed.
"uh huh. now, mr. healy, how high is your alcohol tolerance?" i asked.

"this," he lifted this glass of iced vodka, "is a sip of vodka to me." i shrugged, giggling. 
"okay," i held up my mojito, "is juice to me." he didn't know me well enough to know i could be a hard drinker.

"oh, really, princess willow?" he asked. "bartender! can i get a round of shots over here?" the bartender nodded, not asking why.

"lets play a game, princess," he said.
"okay, i'll win," i said confidently.
"i want you do rounds of shots one by one until you can't take anymore. in between, i also want you to tell me how you feel," he explained, sipping his drink.

"i'm down," i said. i picked up my first shot and gulped it down quick. matty's eyes widened. my body shivered at the alcohol entering me.