Um, yes a new story? Bit of a bland beginning, I'm not happy with it, but I just don't know :S i need suggestions, help?
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Stars
I wish that you didn’t smell and taste of salt, it is highly unnerving.
“Do you think that if I go onto the trampoline I will fall off and snap my neck?” She slurred into his ear. Her breath tinged across his neck, the smell of alcohol sweeping up his nose.
“I will catch you if you fall.” He was unsure of his words, of his strength. He didn’t know if she could trust him, or would trust him for that matter. He watched as she hoisted herself onto the trampoline messily, her skirt riding up over her thighs, revealing her underwear to him with a giggle.
“I can do summersaults and everything, wanna see?” She started bouncing lightly at first, sending her hair floating gently above her shoulders, only to fall clumsily back down across her back
“No, your ok, just jump.” In his head, she was not a child; if she somersaulted she would look so unrealistic it would make him sick. He crawled himself onto the trampoline as well, scared that she had too much room to jump. If he was on there too then her jumping would be kept o a minimum. They were both intoxicated with alcohol, yet he was still in control, he was still the one who had to look out for her.
“Do you want to have sex with me Scott?” She stood, looking down at him as he still sat looking back up at her. She placed her hands on her hips, fully aware that this made her sway slightly from side to side.
“No.” He managed to stand up next to her. The sensation was strange, almost as if they were dangling in mid air, trying to regain their balance.
“Why not?” She fell forward, resting her head on his shoulder. This added weight made him feel uneasy, not sure if he could hold them both as they both rocked from side to side.
“Let’s go indoors.” He took her hand, carefully making sure she didn’t stumble and lifted her off of the trampoline. It was only eleven o’clock yet there could have easily of been eighty people running around the large house. Scott didn’t know half of them, he didn’t want to either, not with the way they were racing around, trashing things that didn’t belong to him. Not that it was his house either, he felt protective over other people’s things, just like he felt protective over this girl, who he didn’t even know half an hour ago. He didn’t even remember her name, but he felt protective over her all the same.
“Hey…come on, we could go and have some fun in the garden round the back? Come on?” She was begging, not realising it she was digging her long nails into his palms.
