Broken Hearts Will Repair

My heart sped up when I saw the perfect man standing just across from me. He looked at me and smiled. His smile was gorgeous. Stop crushing Kellin, I doubt he's gay, or even bi, I thought.

He walked over towards me, and I swear my heart skipped a beat. He stopped in front of me, and said, "Hey, where's your date? This is a couples cruise, after all," he chuckled. My heart broke all over again as I remembered the events from earlier, and it broke even more when I realized that he must have a date as well.

"I- I don't have one." I stuttered, looking down. "She dumped me right before I told her about the cruise tickets. For another girl," I continued.
"Oh, I understand. My boyfriend did the same to me," he said. I looked up. Did he say boyfriend?

"So, uh, do you wanna maybe, hang with me?" he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Yes. Yes. YES!

"Sure!" I replied, a little too quickly. He chuckled a bit and smiled that perfect smile again. "So, uh, wanna hit the casino? Or maybe the bar?" he asked me.

"The casino sounds like fun, and I have some money to burn anyways," I replied. "Great! C'mon!" he said excitedly, grabbing my wrist and dragging me down to the casino with him.

I couldn't help giggling at his cuteness. I guess it's okay to crush now, since I know he's gay, or at least bi.

"So, uhm, what's your name?" I asked him quietly, once we reached one of the slot machines. "Victor Vincent Fuentes," he replied with a confident smile. I couldn't help but to smile as well. "And yours?" he asked.

"Quinn, Kellin Quinn." I replied in an attempted Bond imitation. We both laughed, because I failed badly, considering my voice was quite high-pitched. We continued to laugh and play the machines, until I suggested we go to the bar.

"Oh, trying to get me drunk are we, Quinn?" he joked. I blushed furiously. "No, I-uh, I just-" I stuttered. "Relax, I was joking," he said. "And besides, I wouldn't mind getting drunk with you." Then he winked at me. That's right- dream man winked at me. Score.

As we stood in the elevator, we took turns asking each other different questions. Suddenly, he turned to me, and, completely serious, asked me, "Do you try to be this cute? Or does it just come naturally?"
I stood there, shocked, and once again I felt my face grew hot as a blush invaded my cheeks yet again. "I-uh...uh..cute?" I choked out. I mentally facepalmed. Good going, Quinn.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked you that...you're probably not even bi," he muttered, nervously running his hands through his chocolate brown hair.
I moved closer to him, and turned his face toward me. I looked into his eyes, and started to lean in, but right before our lips connected, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. I sighed in frustration, and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the elevator. We walked into the bar and sat down.

"And what can I get you, sexy?" the blonde bartender asked Vic, leaning over and showing off her exposed cleavage. That really made me upset, for some reason.

"Uhh...firstly, you can get your tits out of my face," he replied, bluntly. I almost choked on his answer. I had to fight back the urge to laugh.

"And secondly," he continued, once she'd moved back, slightly shocked by his answer, "I'll take two shots of Patron. What do you want, Kells?" he turned and asked me. "I'll have a Zombie, please," I said, confidently. Both the bartender and Vic looked at me, wide-eyed. "Are you sure? You don't look like someone who can hold their liquor, like, at all," the bartender said, still in awe with my order. "Yep," I said, plainly. "Alright.." she said. Vic suddenly smiled at me. "Well, aren't you a fun drinker," he said, smirking at me.

"Damn straight," I replied, returning the smirk. I wanted to be drunk, I had a lot more confidence that way. And I was going to get Vic. Tonight.

Notes

DAAAANG KELLIN! For those of you who don't know, a Zombie(or a skull-puncher, as it's sometimes called) is a mixture of four or so various types of rum, grapefruit juice,lime juice, falernum, Angostura bitters, Pernod, grenadine, and cinnamon syrup. So it's a pretty tough drink, and a pretty daring order at a bar. Two sips, and you're drunk, two glasses, and you're dead. That's why they were so impressed lol hope you liked that chapter, and you'll get to see what kind of drunken fun they have when Hidden updates her chapter :) Have fun with that btw xD

~Shayde~