heaven ☆ mick mars

11.

"dude!! do shots with us!" tommy shouted as i felt myself becoming...loopy, you could say. my sober self would've said no, my post glass of vodka self? can't resist.

i grabbed the shot and clinked it with tommy and vince's before downing the glass, my throat burning from the alcohol.

this was a terrible idea.

my ears burnt as shot after shot we laughed and became numb.

vince nudged my arm and i hazily looked over to him. "lillian, you should totally hit up your man now..."

i thought about it for a couple of seconds. maybe now was the perfect time.

maybe i wouldn't fucking blush for once.

eventually i got up off the stool, stumbling a little as i stood, and began to make my way across the club to mick. i couldn't actually see him, but i heard nikki shout, "dude, you got my fucking sister drunk!"

it's lucky i didn't wear heals tonight.

i grew impatient as my lover boy wasn't in sight. so i began shouting.

"MICK, WHERE YOU AT CUTIE..." i slurred, feeling an arm around my waste from the side. i got ready to slap whoever the hell it was, until i saw who it was. "mickeyyyy!" my hero, keeping me stable.

"jesus, lillian, how much have you had?"

"i don't know what you're talking about, i feel fine..." i said before burping.

he nodded and didn't look convinced. "okay, let's get you outside and sat down."

"i'm fine!!" i said, reaching for a bowl of crisps left on the side and eating one, linking fingers with mick. well, they say, you're more honest when you're drunk. so i guess it's just what i felt like doing in the moment.

he didn't pull away, so i'm not complaining.

once we reached outside, i sat on a stone wall at the back of the club, which was overlooking the coast, whilst mick stood next to me, making sure i didn't fall backwards.

"wait, wait mick! can we go to the beach!" i shouted.

he smiled. "no, lillian. you're too drunk for that."

i patted the space next to me, trying to get him to sit on the wall. once he did, i laid my head on his shoulder, not caring whether he minded or not.

"mick."

"lillian."

"i think...i think we're soulmates."

"you think so?"

i smiled, lifting my head off him to look him in the eyes. "yeah!! don't you?"

"why're we soulmates? how do you know?"

"well, because...i love you and you love me?"

"is that right?"

i hit his arm playfully and he laughed. "hey i see the way you look at me! you totally like me mickeykins."

"yeah well what about the way you look at me lillykins?" he asked, hitting me back playfully but softly.

"oh i'll admit how i feel!" i said, jumping off the wall and kneeling on one knee. "mick marzipan, i confess my undying love to you. you are a fine specimen. for an old guy."

he put a hand on his heart dramatically. "oh lillian, i'm honoured. but i gotta tell you, i don't feel the same."

i stopped and looked at him with a serious expression. "you don't?" i said, my eyes quickly beginning to well up.

"i mean i saved you twice, nearly at least four times now actually, you've fallen asleep in my arms, straddled my lap! i completely fell in love with you the moment i saw you, but no, i'm not in love with you."

"wait go back."

"what?"

"to-to what you just said. before you said you weren't in love with me." i exclaimed.

"sorry i don't know what you're talking about."

"don't play games with me spaceman!" i shouted and he smiled at me. i sat back i up on the wall. "why won't you admit it?"

his smile faded. "i don't want you to have to put up with me."

"what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"with my disability and shit, look lillian, you're drunk. we shouldn't be having this conversation right now."

i looked at him, grinning my face off. he started to chuckle, "what?"

"you're so confusing mickster."

"can you stop with the nicknames lill!"

i sighed, looking out at the moonlit beach. "life on tour...it's crazy...or at least what i've seen of it so far."

"you got that right."

"i mean...is this hell or heaven?" i asked him.

"it's a god damn shit show, that's what it is."

"no, i mean us!"

"oh, i mean, that's fate."