"Hey, you ok" The familiar face says. I laugh and nod. You can definitely tell I've had too many drinks.
"I'm just really hungry" This isn't really how you would answer but I'm just telling the truth.
"I'll walk you to get some food. I'm Brooklyn by the way." That definitely sounds familiar but I still can't figure it out.
"Amelia."
***
You would think I'd be sobered up by now but Brooklyn thought it would be a good idea to have a couple of beers. It is now 2:45 am and we are heading to his house. When we get there, I am in shock. This house is probably the nicest house in LA and that's saying a lot considering the amount of celebrities that live here.
He decides to give me a quick tour. Since his family is sleeping we can't really see the whole house since we're drunk, we probably can't get very far before making noise. As he is giving the tour, I realize how hot Brooklyn is. He is about a head taller than me, he's slightly tanned. He's got light brown hair that is pushed up but looks natural. He has hazel eyes.
When we finally get to his room, I feel funny. I figure the drinks are starting to react against me. I go to the bathroom just in case I throw up. But I don't throw up, instead I go back to the room but as soon as Brooklyn closes the bedroom door, I feel my lips crash onto his. Oh my god. I'm trying to pull away before I embarrass myself but I can't control myself. I guess it's not that bad tho because he isn't pushing me off, actually he's kissing me back. Now he's leading me to his bed and I know this isn't the best idea but I can't physically stop.