I Want To Forget

"I never thought anyone could make me feel this way. I fell for you immediately. But, one day... everything came crashing down. You were gone. You were out of my grasp. I lost you....Forever."

***Chloe meets Joey at her new high school and they both fall for each other immediately. But once something terrible happens to Chloe, he does everything to bring her back...But will his worth cause good....or more harm? Will he be able to take the pain...or will the pain cause her to lose him, instead?****

---Read "I Want To Forget" to find out (: Comment, Like or Favorite for updates. I appreciate feedback so I can improve my story(: So it would be greatly appreciated! xxx- Kay


4. The Party


I gripped onto Joey's arm as we walked into Brendan's house. The smell of alcohol and marijuana made me scrunch my nose in displeasure. 

He leaned down and whispered into my ear, "Stay close." 

I nodded my head and I slid my hand down to his and interlocked our fingers.

We passed people who were obviously intoxicated and the smell was overwhelming. 

"I'm gonna go get us a drink. Do you want anything specific?" ️He asked me. I shook my head and I watched him stroll his way into another room.  

I crossed my arms over my chest and I leaned against the wall as I stared at the people stumbling their way drunkenly. I covered my mouth and I giggled to myself quietly. 

"What's so funny?" I turned and saw Joey standing there with his drink. "Nothing, dummy." I said while I smiled at him. 

I could smell Joey's drink from where he was standing. Beer. I didn't want him drinking but I knew if I said something he'd protest anyway. 

As time passed, I saw him chug down one can after another of beer.  

"Dance with me" Joey said, with a slurr, into my ear. 

"You're drunk." I said, as I leaned away. 

"No, buttercup. Come on." He grabbed onto my hand and led me towards a large group of people dancing to the music playing. 

He pulled me close to him and I could feel the heat radiating off of his body and onto mine. The smell of beer on his breath blew into my face. But at this moment I didn't care. I liked the feeling of us close, whether he was drunk or not.

It felt good. I felt safe. 

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