Alone This Holiday

"So what's your name, pretty eyes?" I slurred, nearly spilling my drink on the equally drunk women, or girl, I still wasn't sure of her age. It wasn't until the morning after, when I saw her school I.D card, that I realised I'd slept with a 17 year old girl. Guilt stung through my body, and thoughts of 'What if that was her first time?' shot through my head. Then as she woke up, a smile spread across her face, and her hand slid up my stomach and to my chest.

"Hey," She croaked, I shuddered. "Are you alright?" She asked, taking her hand away from me, in shock.

"You're only a teenager," Holding her ID card in my hands, she glanced at it before bursting out into fits of laughter. "What? What's so funny?" I couldn't help but smile at her, her laugh was so beautiful, so was the rest of her. Her slightly wavy blonde hair bounced when she laughed, and tears welled up into her blue-green eyes.

"You seriously thought I was a teenager?" I held the card closer to her. "Look at the date,"

"Two thousand, and-oh, you finished the year below me.. I feel like an idiot," Chuckling I threw the card down on the ground, and wrapped my arms around her, suddenly she was more attractive.

We had sex once more, before the two of us both decided we needed to get dressed, she had to work, and I needed to bum around the house and watch Dr Phil.

"I had fun," She told me, pulling her jacket back on and smiling. "You probably hear that from every girl you sleep with,"

"What makes you think I sleep with women all the time?" I asked, taken back a little bit. Did I really come across like that?

She laughed, "I remember when we were in high school," I cringed, I slept with so many women, it wasn't fucking funny. "That was like the phrase every girl wanted to hear from you, because that meant you were in their pants,"

"Hm, well, did you want to hear me say that?" I asked, pulling her towards me, and kissing a trail down her neck.

"Not back then. Back then I wanted to beat the shit out of you,"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, you were really nasty to me once,"

"Can I apologise now for it?"

"Sure, you can," I started to unzip her dress but was stopped by her hand.

"What is it?"

"A car just pulled in,"

Groaning I zipped her dress back up, "Can I get your number?" She nodded, wrote it on a piece of paper, and left with a kiss on my lips. Straight after that Matt Came in with the guys, who all, except for Zacky, were pleading with me to go to band practice. I decided to go, but, my thoughts were else where, they were with Estelle.