Right Kind Of Wrong

I feel like I'm seventeen and trying my hardest to sneak my girlfriend into my bedroom without my parents hearing, Not that I did that at seventeen, and instead of my mother, tonight it's Ashley. I'm trying my hardest to get Carrie into my room without Ashley hearing us. Carrie's not helping at all with her big boots banging on every step and her loud voice, who knew someone so shy could become so loud.

'Carrie please.......'I whisper. 'Ashley's going to hear...........'

'And?......your not allowed friends in your room?........' Not hot blond friends I want to add but I keep my mouth shut. Once inside my room I close the door and lock, when I turn to Carrie she's looking around the room like she's lost something.

'What?........'I follow her eyes.

'Whisky?..........' Ah, she still wants a drink. This could be dangerous.

'Don't you want water.........or a coke.....I have cokes..........' She shakes her head.

'You promised Whisky...........'

'Ok......but just the one........I need to be up early..............' I grab the unopened bottle from the drawer and Carrie gets two glasses.

'I've never had this.............' I raise my eyebrow at her as I pour her a glass, this going to be interesting. She grabs the glass and downs it fully before I can even tell her to take it slow. I watch as she pulls the glass from her lips and closes her eyes.

'Burning..........'

'Oh god......' she's covering her mouth and coughing. 'Oh god..........' She takes my glass from my hand and downs that one too.

'What are you.........'

'Getting drunk..........' She's pouring another glass.

'Yea you should really slow down, I mean that stuffs strong.........' She's not listening as the third glass is finished and she's pouring her fourth.

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'Ok Ok......so I'm going to just walk up to him and tell him.........I'll just say Simon.....You …..you.........where's he from again?..........' Carrie throws herself back against my pillows giggling at god knows what and talking complete crap. Five small glasses of Whisky and she's completely wrecked, completely gone. I have never seen anyone get drunk so fast, but here she is laying on my bed giggle.

'Carrie you should..........'

'And Randy..........'Nope she's not listening, hell I don't even think she knows I'm here any more. 'He's just as bad......i mean he acts all nice but he's not.............'

'Carrie........'

'And then there's Kelly...........' Oh I shut up now, I want to know about Kelly. ' She's just....great.....i mean really great..........'I'm sitting opened mouthed silently waiting for something, anything to fall out her mouth. 'I mean she's.............'She stops and looks right at me. 'Your great...........and so cool......' She reaches up grabbing my top and pulling me down till I'm hovering above her. 'Very cool.........'Her eyes are focused fully on my lips and I don't know what to do. She looks like she's going to kiss me, she looks like she wants to. But do I stop her, can I do the right thing and stop her making a mistake. She wouldn't do this while she's sober. All this is going through my head as Carrie's face gets closer to mine, her eyes are still on mine and I close my eyes without thinking about it. I'm going to regret this tomorrow, but for now I plan to enjoy it.

'Oh god........' her whole body pushes against mine and I'm thrown to the edge of the bed. I open my eyes to see her back disappearing into the bathroom, the awful sound of her thrown up fills the room. 'Kelly.......' She's half cries half chokes out my name. 'Kelly I need you..........'

'I'm coming Carrie............' I climb off the bed shaking my head, I can't believe I'm about to go help a girl throwing up, I don't even do this for Ashley. I really must be falling deep for this one.