DILARA'S POV: 'Dominico is going to kill us!' Christianto yells over the engine of our motorbikes.

'Learn to live a little!' I reply.

I rev my engine and start speeding down the road.

Christianto and I thought it would be a good idea to get some air at night. So we snuck out and now we're getting chased down by the police.

And we may be a little drunk.

Personally, I think they're being dramatic.

'This way!' Christianto says.

We duck down an alleyway and hear police sirens still coming after us.

We get off our motorbikes and put our helmets on the seats.

'We're so dead,' I slur.

Christianto places a hand on my mouth and chuckles drunkly.

'Shhhhh.' He splutters.

We wait a while before Christianto removes his hand.

I hiccup and giggle, causing Christianto to burst out laughing.

'You're so stupid.' I slur.

He looks blurry so I put my hand on his face to stable my eyes.

He bites my hand.

'Asshole!' I exclaim.

He sticks his tongue out.

'Let's get going.' He says.

I start walking and trip over a trash can, falling face first onto the floor.

'Get up you clutz.' He drags me up.

'Don't tell me what to do.' I mutter. 'I'm hungry.'

'I don't care,' he replies.

I turn around and pout, narrowing my eyes at him.

'I'm sorry I didn't mean it.' He whispers, aggressively pulling me into a hug.

'You're ruining my hair.' I hiccup.

We look at each other and start laughing until the sides of my body hurts.

'What do you think the worst thing Dominico can do when he finds out is?'I ask.

'He'll just say. 'Dilara you're the heir you need to screw your head down.'' Christianto replies, trying to mock his grouchy voice.

It's nice seeing him relaxed like this, away from all his work.

'I'm so disappointed in you.' I reply mimicking him.

We burst into laughter again.

'We really need to get home.' He says. 'What time is it?'

I look down at my golden watch and all the numbers are blurry.

'I don't know,' I reply. 'You check.'

'Di, I think your watch is broken.' He whispers.

'No, I think that's just your eyesight.' I whisper back. 'Blind bitch.'

'Your a blinder bitch.' He scoffs.

'Oh you wanna fight?' I slur. 'I'm drunk and I'll still beat your ass.'

I got to swing at him and Christianto places his hand on my forehead, holding me back.

I look up at him and he smirks down at me. His brown eyes glisten with mischief.

'I like your eyes.' I slur.

'If only you were this nice to me when you're sober.' He mocks being hurt.

I glare at him and cross my arms.

'You have nice hair,' he replies rolling his eyes.

'Asshole,' I mutter. 'I'm going home.'

I get on my motorbike and pull my helmet on.

'Wait for me!' Christianto stumbles onto his motorbike.

We drive home, taking some breaks when our eyesight gets really blurry.

************ We park our motorbikes in the garage and stumble up the stairs.

'Keep quite,' I whisper.

'I am quiet.' He replies.

We sneak into the kitchen and I open the fridge. Christianto reaches over me and grabs the whipped cream.

He pours some in his mouth.

'Stop right there.' I warn.

I grab some blue berries and throw some into his mouth. One of them hits his eye.

'Ow,' he mutters. 'Your turn.'

I lean back and he pours some whipped cream into my mouth.

He lands some blueberries in my mouth and I swallow them.

I stumble backwards and bump into the kitchen table.

'Be careful dumbass,' he slurs.

'Shut up.' I snap.

Christianto walks towards me with a smirk. I grab onto his leather jacket and he leans closer.

When did he get so good looking?

'You're so pretty,' he mutters, putting some hair behind my ear.

'I know,' I mumble.

He leans his face closer to mine.

'Please,' he mutters. 'Please don't ruin this.'

Suddenly, someone turns on the lights of the kitchen.

Christianto and I slowly turn around and see Pablo standing in the doorway.

'Hey Pablo,' I slur.

'Are you guys drunk?' He asks.

'Pft, no way,' Christianto replies, loosing balance as he walks towards me.

Pablo walks towards me and takes my arm in his hands.

'I'm getting you to bed,' he says. 'Christianto you go to.'

'Yes Boss,' Christianto mocks a salute.

'Have I ever told you how pretty your smile is?' I ask him.

'No....' he replies. 'I think I like it better when you're mean to me....it's less weird.'

Everyone keeps saying that.

I don't think I've gotten this drunk in ages.

Since....

Since my nineteenth birthday.

Yeah that was a complete mess.

Pablo quietly leads me to my bedroom.

'You're a cutie pie.' I say ruffling his hair.

'Yeah this is extremely weird.' He mutters.

We get to my room and he helps me take off my shoes and jacket, before getting me to lay down on my bed.

'Pablo?' I ask.

'Yeah?' He replies.

'Do you think I'm a good leader?' I ask, hiccuping.

'I think you're an amazing one,' he replies.

Wow that's really nice,

He walks over to my door and closes the light.

'Good night Dilara,' he says.

'Good night Pablo,' I mutter.

He closes the door behind him and I fluff up my pillows.

My head hurts a lot, I need to sleep this all off.

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