the fake kiss :: jenzie

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THIRD PERSON

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"chug! chug! chug!" chants were heard from a group of drunk teenagers.

john chugged the alchohol down his throat for probably the tenth time that night.

he was deadeass drunk. he has drunk alchohol before, but he never got super drunk.

well, until now.

"hayhoeeee." he called. hayden was sober and john's only hope for reaching home safely.

"what?" he said back. "am i too shit for her?" he asked innocently.

"john, you're so drunk." hayden said, concerned about him.

"you know, every blonde needs a brunette. i'm the blonde but i got no brunette!" he exclaimed, laughing.

"or wait! you're my brunette, haydaddy!" he hugged his bestfriend.

"okay, that's it. you have to get out of here." hayden commanded.

"momma will kill me." john said, referring to his mother.

"let's go to kenzieeee's." he laughed.

by now, hayden was annoyed. "yeah whatever." he said.

it was hard to get john into the car. when he did, he shouted out of nowhere which made hayden flinch.

"we're off to my fake girlfriend'ssss!"

"oh my god stop talking." hayden rolled his eyes.

handling a drunk john was something he'd never do again.

soon, hayden reached her place and rang the doorbell.

kenzie opened the door, shocked to see hayden.

"hey. it's late. what are you doing here?" she asked.

hayden sighed, "your boyfriend– i mean fake boyfriend is hella drunk inside my car. meredith will kill him so can he stay over with you? i'm so done with him."

she laughed at the last part. "yeah, absolutely."

both of them went to his car, and saw johnny asleep. they had to get him out of the car, so hayden screamed, "get upppp!"

"ah!" johnny screamed. "shut upppp!" kenzie laughed at the boys.

"look, there's my fake girlfriend!" he said.

he got out of the car and stood up to hug her, his weight on her body.

he walked towards the door, about to fall, but his friends held him till they reached the couch.

hayden handed john's phone to kenzie.

"just text mer from his side."

"i will, and thanks for getting him here safely."

"yeah. his ass better be thankful too." and then he left.

"kenz! my baby!" john yelled excitedly.

she turned around and saw him leaning against the wall.

"john, you're so drunk." she sighed.

she quickly texted his mom from his phone that he'll stay over at hers.

she felt a grab on her waist from behind. "where are you going?"
"nowhere." she managed out.

he spinned her around so they were face to face.

"you're so beautiful." he whispered, the smell of alcohol still in his breath.

her breathing hitched. she stepped backwards. he stepped forward. she stepped back again, and soon her back hit the wall.

he trapped her by putting his arms on both the sides of the wall.

"i've always wanted to do this." he smirked. she didn't want to admit, but deep down she was enjoying this.

he ran his hands through her sides, in an up and down motion. she shivered. "tell me to stop." he lowly said.

he brought his face close to her neck and left small kisses. he slowly reached up to her jaw, to the corner of her lips, kissing her.

she couldn't bring herself to stop him, one simple word couldn't come to her mouth.

he kept kissing the corner of her mouth, somewhat teasing her.

but she was impatient, she grabbed his face and attached their lips.

the drunk blonde was taken aback by her actions, but did kiss back.

this is wrong. he's drunk. it's like i'm taking advantage of his drunken state. her own thoughts interrupted her.

she quickly pulled away. "aw baby, why did you stop." he whined.

"you're drunk, john. i feel like i'm taking advantage."

"you're not." he frowned like a child.

is drunk john soft or hot? she'd never figure out.

"we have to go to bed." she sighed. he smirked.

"not in that way!" she whisper yelled.

"okii." he wobbled upstairs, holding on to mackenzie.

"oh my god a bed!" he exclaimed.

he jumped in and she covered him with the sheets.

she was about to go but johnny whined, "don't go, pwease."

"but i have to set up my bed for the night."

"you're not doing that." he pulled her hand and she fell right next to him. "f-fine."

he wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered, "sleep tight, babygirl."

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