no regrets, just love.

izaacflynn:

natalievaughn:

“I WISH WE HAD MORE TO DRIIIINK. I’M SO THIIIIIIRSTYYYYYYY,” Natalie groaned. She partied frequently, so her body was comfortable with the huge intake of alcohol. She walked over to the miniature refrigerator and had to bend down in order to reach the door. She opened the cold door, where she found the cooler stocked with many overpriced beverages. She grabbed three beer cans. Natalie got up from her crouching position and kicked the door closed with her foot. She walked towards the bed and placed the beers on the nightstand next to her. Natalie pulled the tab, and the can made a hissing noise. She giggled and then chugged the whole thing down in one gulp. She quickly snatched another one and drank it slower this time, draining the can and letting the fizzy drink soothe her dry throat. “Do you want one?” She asked, taking the last beer off the small table by bed. He nodded enthusiastically and she threw him it, hoping he would catch it.

“My sex life with Lou? Hmm…” Natalie took a while to think of how she should answer this. “I’d give him a…” She paused for a second and signaled Zaac to come closer. “5556188465821123231023451.2!” She burst out laughing at their inside joke. “But really, I would give him an eleven. He is better than ‘fucking amazing.’” Natalie looked back at Ballzaac and giggled. She put her legs on his lap and crossed them. “How many people have you fucked?” Natalie asked, wondering if he had some sort of STD or something.

Although he was already highly intoxicated, Zaac nodded furiously when Natalie offered him the last beer. Surprisingly, he was able to catch the can, despite the fact that he could barely speak without his words slurring. The beer was ice-cold, and even after it slid down his throat, Zaac could still feel small, phantom tingles along the inside of his neck.

He leaned in slightly when Natalie leaned in, laughing uncontrollably when she gave her first answer. Upon hearing her serious answer - or at least, as serious as she could be while intoxicated - Zaac let out a soft whistle. “Damn, do I want him to fuck me,” he smiled. Natalie put her legs on his lap and crossed them, so that she was pretty much almost sitting on him.

“How many people have I fucked…?” he echoed the question, sighing and staring at the ceiling. Zaac held up his fingers and tried to count, but the alcohol inhibited his counting abilities, so he ended up getting frustrated and eventually gave up. “Too many to count,” he finally said, smirking.

“My turn then…” he sighed, not knowing what to ask Natalie. “Okay… sooooo….” Zaac furrowed his eyebrows and tried to think of a really good question. “Oh! Are you bisexual, or totally straight?” he asked. The part of his brain that wasn’t muddled by the alcohol he had consumed was actually sincerely curious as to what Natalie’s answer would be.

“One hun-dur-ehd purr-cent stuurrr-ate!”  Natalie exclaimed, enunciating her words.  “Although, I once kissed Isabelle… and other girls…”  She said, looking down as if she were embarrassed or ashamed.  “But it didn’t really count!  I was drunk!”  Natalie said, trying to redeem herself.  “Waaaatch.”  Natalie smashed her lips against Izaac’s and kissed him.  “See?  It didn’t mean anything.”  She tried to focus, but her drunkenness made her dizzy and confused.  “Hmm..” She moaned, trying to think of an ingenious question to ask.  “When did you lose your virginity?  And who’d you lose it to?”  She asked in a slurred manner.  Natalie rested her head on Zaac’s shoulder, to rest for a little to regain her attention.

izaacflynn:

natalievaughn:

“Fuck this stupid air conditioner!” Natalie yelled, furious the temperature in the room did not change one bit. “Life story time!” Natalie cried, energetically. Many people didn’t know much about her background, and she’d like to keep it that way. She hated when people were nice to her just because they felt pity she was adopted. Natalie started telling Zaac everything about her life. “I was born in Southern California. Then, my biological parents gave me up. Actually, I was really lucky and got adopted in two days, so I don’t really remember how orphan life was like. Some family adopted me—a plastic surgeon and a fashion designer. So I moved to New York with my current family, and went to a school called Ivy Academy. I tell everyone that I moved to London to pursue my modeling career, which is partly true, but really, I discovered that my biological parents lived there and I want to meet them. To get some answers, you know? It’s kind of like that show… The Lying Game? Except less scary.” Natalie turned her body so her face was facing the ceiling. She bended her knees and hugged them with her arms. “My turn to ask you something!” Natalie squealed. If she was completely sober, she would definitely be taking advantage of him. It took her a while to think of a creative question. “Okay. When you’re on ‘the job’, do you usually fuck guys or girls? If you fuck guys, does anal hurt? Has the condom ever broken and you got a girl pregnant?” Natalie smirked, satisfied of her three-part question.

Zaac’s smile widened. “Oh my gosh, that’s such a fun question!” he giggled excitedly. “When I’m ‘on the job,’” he stopped and winked at her, bursting out into laughter again, as if were the funniest thing in the world. Zaac continued, his lips emitting each word with a shameless, almost confident quality that he so often lacked when he was sober. “Usually guys, but once in a while, the occasional girl. I have a preference for guys though, and my employer knows it,” he smirked and winked at Natalie, the grin still plastered on his lips.

He had to think for a while longer to answer the second and third parts of Natalie’s question. “Well, it depends, sort of. Like, no shit it’s gonna hurt. I’m sticking something up my fucking asshole,” Zaac paused for a second and continued after laughing loudly. “I don’t know if the condom’s ever broken before. Hopefully not. Because I usually don’t stick around long enough to find out. I just get the job done and then leave. You’ll find I’m a very…” his voice trailed off and Zaac leaned in so that his face was almost touching Natalie’s. He spoke his next words in a whisper. “… efficient guy…” he said, giggling and pulling his face away from Natalie’s and resuming his old position.

“Okay, my turn!” he exclaimed excitedly, twisting his body so that his back was leaning against the headboard of the bed. Now half-sitting, Zaac crossed his legs in front of him and thought. After a couple of minutes of silence, his lips spread into a triumphant grin. “I have the perfect question!” he cried out in delight. “Okay, so… your sex life. With Louis. How good? Be honest. One through ten. One is mediocre. And ten is fucking amazing.” Zaac looked at Natalie expectantly, his blue eyes wide.

“I WISH WE HAD MORE TO DRIIIINK. I’M SO THIIIIIIRSTYYYYYYY,” Natalie groaned.  She partied frequently, so her body was comfortable with the huge intake of alcohol.  She walked over to the miniature refrigerator and had to bend down in order to reach the door.  She opened the cold door, where she found the cooler stocked with many overpriced beverages.  She grabbed three beer cans.  Natalie got up from her crouching position and kicked the door closed with her foot.  She walked towards the bed and placed the beers on the nightstand next to her.  Natalie pulled the tab, and the can made a hissing noise.  She giggled and then chugged the whole thing down in one gulp.  She quickly snatched another one and drank it slower this time, draining the can and letting the fizzy drink soothe her dry throat.  “Do you want one?” She asked, taking the last beer off the small table by bed.  He nodded enthusiastically and she threw him it, hoping he would catch it.

 “My sex life with Lou?  Hmm…”  Natalie took a while to think of how she should answer this.  “I’d give him a…”  She paused for a second and signaled Zaac to come closer.  “5556188465821123231023451.2!”  She burst out laughing at their inside joke.  “But really, I would give him an eleven.  He is better than ‘fucking amazing.’”  Natalie looked back at Ballzaac and giggled.  She put her legs on his lap and crossed them.  “How many people have you fucked?” Natalie asked, wondering if he had some sort of STD or something.

izaacflynn:

natalievaughn:

“Oh… Haha, same. I mean like it’s not that I wouldn’t fuck you. I mean I totally would—you’re so fucking hot. But like I just wouldn’t like… Nevermind.” She replied, quickly looking up at the ceiling. “It’s so hot in here!” Natalie cried, abruptly sitting up. She jumped slightly off the bed and walked towards the thermostat. The current temperature in the room was 72 degrees Fahrenheit. Natalie pushed the upside-down blue triangle button three times, lowering the heat. She walked back to the bed and plopped back down in the same position she was in before. “Ask me! Ask me!” She excitedly squealed.

“Um….” Zaac thought for a moment, staring at the ceiling and biting his lip. “Why are you here at Claremont? Like, the real reason. Not some bullshit reason like I always give people when they ask me. Like, I tell people that I’m here because of legal issues, but it’s not really the truth,” he took a deep breath, and without realizing the possibly mortifying consequences of his drunken actions, he further elaborated. “I actually got caught. For doing this. Well, not for doing this, but for prostitution and child pornography and all that shit. I’m still a minor, or at least, that’s what the cops said,” he stopped to roll his eyes before continuing, “I can’t believe the lawyer got me out of that. Like, seriously, they had evidence and everything, but I got off scot-free. And my employer did too. But they said I had to move over here, which is like, really far away from Oregon. But I just tell people it was legal issues and that it would probably bore them to death, then go to another topic. So… why are you really here?” Zaac took in a deep breath and looked at Natalie expectantly. “Oh, don’t forget to answer honestly,” he reminded her, nodding his head. The alcohol had somehow managed to change his voice so that it was now half an octave higher than normal.

“Fuck this stupid air conditioner!” Natalie yelled, furious the temperature in the room did not change one bit.  “Life story time!” Natalie cried, energetically.  Many people didn’t know much about her background, and she’d like to keep it that way.  She hated when people were nice to her just because they felt pity she was adopted.  Natalie started telling Zaac everything about her life.  “I was born in Southern California.  Then, my biological parents gave me up.  Actually, I was really lucky and got adopted in two days, so I don’t really remember how orphan life was like.  Some family adopted me—a plastic surgeon and a fashion designer.  So I moved to New York with my current family, and went to a school called Ivy Academy.  I tell everyone that I moved to London to pursue my modeling career, which is partly true, but really, I discovered that my biological parents lived there and I want to meet them.  To get some answers, you know?  It’s kind of like that show… The Lying Game?  Except less scary.”  Natalie turned her body so her face was facing the ceiling.  She bent her knees and hugged them with her arms.  “My turn to ask you something!”  Natalie squealed.  If she was completely sober, she would definitely be taking advantage of him.  It took her a while to think of a creative question.  “Okay.  When you’re on ‘the job’, do you usually fuck guys or girls?  If you fuck guys, does anal hurt?  Has the condom ever broken and you got a girl pregnant?”  Natalie smirked, satisfied of her three-part question.