⁂ Theodore Willis ⁂

Parties. Parties, parties, parties.

Something I always went to in my spare time. I found solace in partying, using drugs and alcohol to numb the pain I felt inside of me. The worst pain was that I knew it was never going to go away. Not even the hardcore drugs would help with it because in the end, it stopped like everything else did.

I would spend most weekends out with friends, drinking and getting high, often returning home in the early hours of the morning. It was what I knew. What I ran to when things got tough.

Until her.

From the moment I first laid eyes on her, I knew that she was special. Willow had a way of lighting up a room with her infectious smile and I wanted to make her smile every second of the day. One of the things that I admired most about her was her sense of humour. She could make me laugh even on my toughest days, and I adored how she had the ability to bring joy into any situation.

I adored her and it scared me. I didn't believe that someone could make me feel so much in such a short span of time. But somehow she did, she made it happen. It was real. Willow Sofia fucking Anderson was mine, my fucking girlfriend and I felt on top of the world. I was the luckiest man on this fucked up planet.

"Why is everyone staring?" Willow asked, cautiously stepping into Marcus' house, a timid smile on her face. I grinned, dropping my eyes down to the red dress and heels she was wearing. I scooped up her hair and pushed it to the side, admiring the necklace she was wearing around her neck.

"Because look at you," I said, "who wouldn't stare?" Even though she wasn't looking at me, and was staring forwards, I could see her cheeks pinched up into that shy smile of hers and her skin grew warm under my fingertips.

The vibrant lights hit her just perfectly and it made every muscle, every bone, every limb of mine, go warm, scorching hot even. She had a way of making me feel like that, it happened a lot. Even if she just looked at me for a second, or when she was nose-deep into a book when she didn't think anyone was watching, she was beyond beautiful.

Catching myself in a mirror in the hallway, I combed back my unruly hair back and straightened out my black button up, the two top bottoms undone. I smirked lazily when Willow stepped next to me, her eyes batting open and closed. She looked fucking hot with the black eyeliner that was flicked across her eyelids and even more so with her gaze on me.

"Obsessed with yourself?" She asked, turning her head up to me, batting her eyelashes again and again and I had to look away to control myself. I combed through my hair again before turning her around, my lips coming close to her ear.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked and she lightly punched my shoulder. I felt heat build up in my stomach and my hands reach out for her waist, pulling her closer to me. But not here, not in front of everyone. I pulled her along with me down a much more quieter hallway where there was the random person.

"You're so smug." She said, her eyes flicking to my lips then back up to my eyes.

"And what if I am?" I prompted, my eyes meeting hers in a heated gaze. Her face grew pink and I brushed away her bangs from her face, my hand meeting her chin to arch her face up closer to mine.

"You're so full of yourself, Theodore." She whispered, her voice coming just above a whisper. I watched as she gulped, her eyes transferring to both of my eyes before they dropped to my lips, her tongue glazing over her own lips. "Do you know that?"

I nodded, skimming my lips against hers, feeling my heart race. "I fucking know that." I said, cockily. Then I pressed my lips against hers, feeling warmth cascade down through my body and to my groin. Fuck. Not now. But those eyes, those piercing blue eyes that looked dark in the light, and the bruise on her eye that she didn't have to care about because it made her look even hotter. Now those lips, rosy and plump, her dark eyeliner that made her look even more sexy. Everything about her and fuck, I really had to think about something else other than her.

I pulled away, our lips making a smacking sound, and then she leant her forehead against mine, her chest heaving up and down. She felt like heaven. Euphoria. A drug.

"You're gonna' be the death of me, Willow Sofia Anderson. Do you know that?" I mocked her previous words, and she smirked, her eyes looking down to the ground.

"That's very nice of you to say." She laughed and I snaked my hand with hers, squeezing it. "Now, should we get this party started?"

I grinned and leant away, pulling her with me through the hallways which were all decorated in Halloween decorations: carved pumpkins, spider webs, ghosts, bats, and other creepy creatures, with even a fog machine and strobe lights that came from the grand living room. Marcus always went out for his parties, and he never failed to surprise me. As we entered the kitchen, having to duck under a hanging bat from the ceiling, I laughed at everyone's costumes. They really went out and here I was just dressed in a buttoned shirt and pants.

The walls, on the other hand, were adorned with spooky paintings and I even misjudged one port straight, seeing a sporty looking Marcus aged ten with braces. I quickly whipped my phone out and took several pictures, mastering a plan for another day.

I turned back and saw that the black marbled countertop was covered in opened boxed and and crates of alcohol, Willow's pace momentarily speeding up at the sight. I shoved my phone away into my pocket and diverted her in the direction of the alcohol-free fruit punch; I heard her sigh.

"Don't even think about it." I told her, voice stern and she melted in my hold. My eardrums bursted at the music coming from all rooms of the house but I knew I would get used to it soon.

"I wasn't gonna'." She said, snatching a clean plastic red cup from the stack and dunking it into the fruit punch bowl. She turned around and leant against the counter, her hand reaching out to pull me closer by my belt loops.

I might've blushed.

Leaning over her, I grabbed myself just a can of beer. It wouldn't touch the walls so I could drive us back to mine later on. I popped the can open and took the first gulp, groaning at the fiery feeling as it ran down my throat.

"S'that nice?" Willow asked, her eyes staring hopelessly at the can and I took another sip.

"Yeah, want some?" I teased and she rolled her eyes with a laugh, in the next minute she turned away and was looking through the crowd of people who were forming in every room. I couldn't spot Marcus or anyone else anywhere.

I jumped when Willow's lips came into contact with mine again and I looked down at her, seeing her blue eyes twinkle in anticipation. "Can you come with me to find my friends, Theodore."

"Lead the way." I said and she grabbed onto my hand, dragging me behind her through the crowd of people that smelt like a mixture of sour alcohol and sweat. We went around a couple of rooms, not finding her friends nor mine. "Looks like they aren't in here." I said when we checked the last room in this massive house; I sat myself down on the windowsill, my can of beer resting half full in my hand.

I watched as Willow looked around the room, seeing no other person in here. Well no one was going to come up into the attic unless they were having sex. "Shame." She said and in the midst of the music and warmth caressing my body from the beer, my eyes met hers again. I wanted to look at her forever. She made me feel on top of the world.

Her body was upright but she still looked in a daze, a happy and comfortable daze where she slurped on her drink and shuffled over to me, her heels colliding against the floorboards in each step. "You look good in that shirt." Her hand brushed up against my chest and I cleared my throat, biting back a grin.

"You like it?" I asked, wrapping an arm around her waist and she smirked. Whoever took over her was evil. She looked fucking sexy and I was trying my hardest not to kiss her.

"I love it." She muttered, dragging a finger along my exposed collarbone; I gripped tighter onto her waist. "Did you know my favourite colour on you is black?"

I shook my head and placed the can of beer beside me. "Did you know my favourite colour on you is red?" I hummed and her eyes glanced down to my lips.

"I didn't. But I'll wear it more for you."

"You look good in anything." I said, brushing away the loose stray hairs from her face. "No matter what you wear, you look good."

"You think?" She asked, pursing her lips.

"Uhuh." I nodded and skimmed a finger along her bottom lip, pushing it down. I looked up into her eyes, seeing how they were staring up at me already - dark and enticing. "I want to kiss you." I said.

"Then why don't you?" She whispered and I chuckled. Seeing that we were in the attic, far away from everyone and the only source of sound being our own voices and the mellow music below, this seemed pretty ironic.

"Because this is probably all apart of your master plan." I said, biting my lower lip.

She pulled back, stood up on her tippy toes and pulled herself closer by the belt loops of my suit pants, immediately slamming her mouth against mine. Then she backed away, her eyes fluttering open, and she smirked. "Maybe this was. Maybe this wasn't. But I know you like it."

Oh fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes I fucking did.

My body did. It reacted in ways it never had done before. She made me feeling things, she made me feel alive and awake, rearing to go. She made life seem a lot easier and fun. Like I had something to live for. Like my life was actually meaningful.

"You got nothing to say?" She asked, circling her arms around my neck. I just stared at her, eyes focused in on both her eyes and lips. She smelt amazing. Like rose petals and berries. And she looked beautiful. Radiant and gorgeous. Everything about her was like a breath of fresh air and I knew I was down bad for her. Completely and utterly tongue tied and fucked.

Not letting her speak no more, I immediately crashed our lips together, the heat and passion riveting off of us like a wave of heat on a hot summers day. She tasted good, her lips felt like heaven and everything in it. She was like dipping into cold water after being in the hot sweaty sun all day. She was like getting a massage on tense muscles. She was like the warm taste of honey that felt so good on my tongue. Everything about her felt right. Just right, just perfect. Something I had been craving for for a very long time.

As I lowered my lips just below her ear, she gasped and found my mouth again, allowing me the time to slide my tongue in against hers. I couldn't help but let out a low groan, feeling her body pressed up against me and her tongue sliding against mine. I grabbed her hair and slammed her lips against mine with more force. I had to feel her - and she felt great.

"Theo—ah." I cut off her words by plastering my lips against her sweet spot, a high-pitched sound leaving her throat. She froze and I quickly looked at her, checking to see if I went to far. But she was addictive.

She was frozen, and her cheeks were dusted pink.

I lowered my head, my eyes searching her eyes. "Are you okay? Did I go too far?" Shit. I was such a dickhead. Of course we went to far, I was such an asshole.

She was still frozen, but shook her head, to my relief. Her cheeks seemed to go a darker shade of pink, making me question what was happening.

"Are you running a fever?" I asked, pressing my hand to her forehead. Nothing. Normal. She felt completely normal. "Did you drink something behind my back?" I raised a stern brow and she shook her head. She seemed to of relaxed a bit but whatever she was thinking, feeling even, didn't go away.

"Then what happened?" I asked, urging an answer out from her.

She gulped, and dropped her eyes to the ground.

"T-that sound." She muttered and I frowned.

"What sound? A ghost?" I asked, a little too loud. I wasn't scared of ghosts, just I was mildly concerned for what they were doing around in places.

"No." Willow shook her head, her eyes still not meeting mine. "The sound I-I made. Just now." She explained but I still didn't understand. What sound? When did she make it? I didn't hear—

"Oh!" I laughed, my hands coming to cup her face. "That sound." I said, eyeing her. Her face was a dark crimson colour and her eyes were staring at my blouse, her fingers fiddling with the hem.

"Why?" She asked and I flicked her chin, her eyes simultaneously coming to meet mine again. That was it. Keep looking at me. "Why did I make that sound?"

I laughed again and rubbed my jaw, mentally cooing at how fucking adorable she looked. Her eyes were still dark, just a shade lighter as she came to the idea of what just happened.

"You made that sound because you liked what I did." I told her and she swallowed hard, her chest heaving up and down quickly. "And I know where your sweet spot is for the next time, and the next time after that. I want to make you feel good."

She back at staring at me with that sinister, hot look again and I felt warmth travel downwards.

Not again. God, no.

"Why?" She asked and I raised a brow. "Why do you want to make me feel good?"

I chuckled again and shifted in my seat, immediately pulling her against me by the frills of her dress. "Because I want to." I breathed. Because I want to make you feel like you've never felt before. I want to make you feel things that all you see is stars. I want to claim you as mine, Willow Sofia Anderson. But not yet. Not anytime soon.

In return, she stood up on her tippy toes and kissed my exposed collarbone, the feeling making me close my eyes. Then she leant away, her focus looking down at the floor. I think. "And what is that?" She asked, oddly curious. She asked way too many questions.

"What's what?" I asked, confused. I followed her eye line and widened my eyes when I saw just what it was. I was hard. Hard as a rock. Painfully hard. "A-are you, erm.."

"Yeah." I finished, slamming my head back against the wall with a groan.

"And I did that?" She asked, sounding fucking joyful as fuck.

"Yeah." I groaned again and she laughed.

She fucking laughed!

🝮 🝮 🝮

After painfully embarrassing myself and trying to think of all holy things like grass and trees — which no, didn't help me because I was still imaging her in front of me — we went downstairs and into the yard, finding our friends cooped up around a large lit up fire. They shared around blankets, snacks and drinks and were telling spooky stories, which I couldn't help but feel a little on edge at. But I wasn't scared, so get that into your thick skulls!

Willow stayed by my side and our hands were secretly locked together under the blanket and my can of half empty beer in my other hand.

Every so often, my mind would flash back to when she had her hands on me, when her mouth was pressed up against mine. I felt heavily intoxicated by her and I was having a bloody hard time keeping my cool.

"Do you think you could pass me one of those drinks there?" Willow asked, her lips dangerously close to my skin again. She was making me go fucking feral and I didn't know how long I'd be able to keep my hands off her. I nodded and leant over to grab a can of cherry coke for her, passing it to her moments later. "Thanks." She whispered, her hand skimming along mine. I didn't know if she was doing all of this on purpose, making me feel absolutely unlike myself, that I was doing what she wanted in a snap of my fingers, that if she wanted anything I'd get it for her right now without a doubt in mind.

She popped the can open and pressed the lid to her mouth, and then she leant back and swallowed. I swallowed hard just from watching her, feeling the warmth travelling down south. I pulled my eyes away from her, trying my best to not get hard or give myself blue balls in the middle of the party where there was people all around me. When I looked away, I noticed Angel and Cadence staring at me, just before they were giggling and whispering into each others ears.

I never knew why girls gossiped.

I clicked my knuckles and joined back into the group conversation, focusing my attention back to whatever they were saying, which was about the school dance that was at the end of the year, ages away from now.

Every so often, when I got the chance to, I looked at Willow, seeing that she was busy in a conversation with her friends. She was gorgeous. Her eyes were big and blue and her lips were plump as she spoke, her voice soft and angelic.

"Have you heard that Sam could be getting kicked off the team?" Josh said with a raised brow. All the guys looked shocked and so was I. But he had it coming, he was such a dickhead and had too much of an ego that every time I saw him it made me want to punch him square in the face.

"He had it coming." Marcus said and he rolled his eyes, Laura cuddling up closer into his chest. The guys all nodded and muttered some sort of agreements and I looked to my side to see if Willow was listening, but she seemed to be deep into the conversation to even realise who we were talking about.

I rolled out my shoulders and took a can of some sort of alcohol from the table, popping it open and taking a swift sip. It wasn't strong but even still, even if it was I never really was effected by it, I became normal for me after all these years.

"Guys, on a happier note, the football game! We're heading to the finals I can feel it!" Cody shouted and cheers erupted from the people who were out side dancing in their drunken state. I laughed and took another sip from my drink, swinging an arm around some guy from the team who was sat beside me, Brandon I think it was.

Cody stood up and raised his beer can in the air, making all of us do it along with him. People from inside came out and stared at us, happy smiles on their faces.

"I don't normally do speeches but it's not like we have ever gotten this close to the finals before," Cody said with a laugh and everyone joined in, cheering, "But if it wasn't for all the hardship these guys and myself have been through and if it wasn't for Theo moving to our shitty school then we most likely wouldn't be winning all of the games so far." Everyone cheered and I learnt back in my seat, spreading my legs apart as I played with the lid of the can. I wasn't a guy for this type of thing, mainly because I couldn't handle compliments and ended up looking like a flustered tomato.

I swallowed hard and my body jolted when I felt a hand snake its way up my thigh, resting there for a second. I looked up to see Willow was staring at me with darkness in her eyes. Then she smiled. She had the audacity to smile.

I cleared my throat and sent her a quick smirk before looking back to Cody who was mid way through his sentence.