“Alright, where is he?”
Reaching the top of the steps, I met Alex in the doorway of the house the music from inside making me wince as it hit my ears.
“Out back” he called over his shoulder as he led the way inside.
Following him in, I sped up my pace in an attempt to keep up with his long strides. Built like a linebacker, Alex had the blessed gift of parting crowds no matter how large which is why I grabbed his hand to let everyone know I was going the same way. To be honest, I wasn’t surprised by the amount of people at the party; Alex was famous for throwing the best parties but that didn’t mean I wasn’t irritated.
“I tried to cut him off,” Alex called. “But you know he only listens to you.”
Leading me outside, he pointed across the yard to the far end of the pool allowing me to see Kit downing the last of his drink before tossing the empty cup aside.
“Thanks again.”
Kit was sitting on the steps, the fact he still wore his white undershirt letting me know he was probably too drunk to care. The group of girls surrounding him were trying their best to get his attention, but it was clear from his movements he was too drunk to notice. That didn’t stop them from trying in hopes they’d be lucky enough to be in his bed once the party ended.
I was out minding my own business, and actually having fun, when I finally decided to answer the fourth call from Alex. He needed me to stop by and pick up a very intoxicated Kit who was refusing to let him call a cab to take him home. Normally I was at the parties Kit went to, which meant I was able to stop him from having more than he should but tonight I wasn’t. I knew that Alex calling me was a last resort, which is why I dropped what I was doing and drove the hour to his house. It was the end of the semester which meant the entire class was here to celebrate.
Carefully making my way around the pool, I prepared myself for the hell that was going to be coming next before squatting down beside him.
“Kit!” I called over the music. “Kit! Hey!”
Ignoring the annoyed stares of everyone around him, I gently ruffled his hair.
"Nikki?" Tilting his head back at the action his gaze met mine, his eyes going in and out of focus as I yanked the fresh cup from his hand before taking a sniff.
"Whiskey, really?"
Sitting the cup aside I stood up before offering him my hand.
“Come on.”
He stared at it for a second before turning and ignoring it.
“You should get in-”
“Kit, just give me your hand.”
“Alright” he laughed before attempting to stand.
Catching his arm, I stumbled forward nearly falling into the pool but he easily caught me before joining me.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, his confusion quickly subsiding as he let his eyes take me in. "You look…"
"Save it" I huffed lifting his arm and draping it over my shoulder before dragging him through the crowd and inside. "I fucking hate you. You know that?"
"Nuh uh" he chuckled as we struggled down the front steps. "You love me."
Rolling my eyes, I readjusted my grip around his waist as he tightened his grip around my neck before leaning over and placing a kiss against my cheek.
"I fucking hate you." I assured him, the fact he was making my dress and hair wet almost convincing me that I actually did.
"Well, I love you" he replied as I fumbled with my keys before unlocking the car door.
Just as I went to open the door, he rested against it pulling my body into his.
"I knew you’d come" he smiled. "I told Alex to call you." "Yeah?" Nodding he smiled as he added, "that’s why I love you."
I couldn’t deny him one as he lifted my hand to his lips before placing a kiss against it.
"Alright Casanova, time to get you home."
I was never thrown off when he began to act like this. The reason I always managed to get Kit safely home when he was drunk, was that he had the tendency to try and fuck any girl that was in range.
After managing to get him in the car I headed straight for my apartment, the idea of leaving him alone in his own making me wary. It took nearly ten minutes to get him from the car, across the parking lot, and up to the sixth floor to my apartment.
Not bothering to turn on the light, I kicked the door shut before losing off my heels and pulling him towards the hallway. But with my heels gone I was nearly half a foot shorter than him, resulting in me walking on the tip of my toes as I struggled not to lose my footing under the weight of his staggering body.
Trying my best not to wake my roommate, Sara, I winced as he pushed the door to my room open sending it bouncing off the wall.
"Alright" I warned as we crossed the room. "We’re about to go down."
Not even having the courtesy to sit down first, Kit let his body go limp as he fell back on the mattress his arms taking me with him.
The sudden movements took me by surprise, allowing him to secure his arm around my waist as I came down on top of him.
It wasn’t until I shoved my hair back from my face that I realized just how close our faces were, but judging from the seriousness of his expression he’d already picked up on this long before me.
"Okay" I laughed lightly patting his chest. "Let me go."
Ignoring my request he leaned up to kiss me, my sobriety allowing me to move quicker than him as I placed my hand over his mouth freezing his actions.
"No. Okay." I said shooting him a stern look, waiting until his head rested back on the mattress to let him go before pushing his arms away from my waist. "You’re drunk buddy."
"You look beautiful" he sighed as I managed to sit up. "That’s what I meant earlier."
"Thanks Kit, now sit up for me."
Tugging against the front of his shirt I managed to get him in the upright position, rolling my eyes as he pressed his weight against me. His arms instantly found my waist again as I tugged his shirt up his back, them only leaving it for a second as I pulled it over his head before tossing it aside.
"Did he tell you that?" He asked groggily as I pushed his hands down.
"Yes." Pulling back I couldn’t help but smile as I took in his sloppy grin.
Focusing on undoing the button of his jeans, I let out a deep breath as he ran his hands down my arms before traveling back to my waist.
"I don’t know what you see in that guy Nikki" he sighed sending the strong scent of whiskey and cinnamon over me.
"I don’t know why you hate him."
He dramatically rolled his eyes, his hands not deferring despite the constant slaps I applied to stop them from completing the actions of pushing the fabric of my dress up my legs.
When I got the call about Kit I was actually on a date. And he knew it.
He’d been there when I was picked up for it. This was typical Kit. It was no secret he didn’t like James, which was surprising being as they roomed together their first two years at college, attended the same high school, and are even apart of the same fraternity. Yet here I was making sure he was safe for the night, because he and everyone else knew I’d be the one person who would drop everything and be there when he needed me. Even when I was supposed to be on a date.
Friends for nearly three years, I still couldn’t find my footing in our relationship.
Sleeping his way through most of the campus female population when he wasn’t in a serious relationship, Kit waits until I finally begin going on dates with James for the last two weeks to show interest in me. His attempts to advance our relationship to the next level suddenly becoming more and more obvious.
"He’s a prick" he huffed as I pushed him to lay back.
“Funny, that’s what he says about you.”Letting me have a smile, he let his eyes close as he rested his head against my chest. Letting out a deep breath he shook his head before sitting up. “Anybody but him Nikki.” He replied.
Tugging the jeans down his waist and his legs, I removed his shoes before discarding everything on the floor and getting up.
As soon as I was finished he let his eyes close before rolling over to rest on his stomach.
"I’m gonna get you something to drink."
Making my way down the hall I flipped on the kitchen light, cut on the stove and filled a pot with water.
I don’t even know why I brought him back to my apartment, is all I keep thinking as I retrieve the box of tea from the cabinet before sitting it down.
I should’ve just called his roommate instead of cutting my date short, but in all honesty the date wasn’t going anywhere. I’d spent the entire time refraining from calling Kit and asking him to come pick me up. To be honest, James was as great as I thought. He had the tendency to talk about himself way too much, his personality seeming much was compared to Kit’s modest one. Besides, Kit’s birthday was coming up which meant I still needed to focus on doing something for him.
Reaching forward to turn down the stove, I jumped as I felt a pair of arms slip around my waist.
"Jeez, Kit!"
Letting out a sigh of relief I cut off the eye, tensing as his breath hit my shoulder sending an uncomfortable feeling over me.
Burying his face against my skin, Kit stopped to kiss it before pressing one against my cheek. Waiting until I turned to face him, he took my face in his hands giving me a kiss. It wasn’t until I went to pull him closer that he ended it and dropped his hands.
“I’ll sleep on the couch” he smiled before running his hand over his face. “Tomorrow…I want to kiss you when I’ll remember it.’’