truth be told, she was a sucker for colorful cockteils with rainbow-colored umbrellas and sugar on the tip of the glass. the more cheesy the name sound, the better she liked it. rare were opportunities when she drowned herself with tequila shots or drank whiskey all night long. her first steps into the world of fashion were when she turned fifteen. five years later, here she was, world-pronounced supermodel with a cup B bra, tiny ass and a whole lot of money on her bank account. oh, not to forget her virginity was still intact and she lacked experience on several levels. not that she walked around with a sign pointing towards her and screaming VIRGIN! but she was glad she'd been able to stay true to herself and not get sucked into drugs and other vices. as much as she hated the luxurious side of modeling, she loved some parts of life behind cameras – traveling, friendships, cool down-to-earth people like callum. he truly was a blessing in disguise and she always got silly around him. overly-excited, silently giggling and begging him to speak with an accent just for the sake of it. the day they first met seemed like ages ago, they have grown so close since then. she came to the set of the campaign with a basket of cupcakes and they introduced him as the brain behind the camera. in five years she met a lot of different producers and photographers and a bunch of them were just snotty bastards. but that was not the case with callum radford. he was just callum radford, amazing and free-spirited. simple as that.

excitement poured through her veins all day long in blistering anticipation of the evening. just the fact he was in her hometown was unbelievably heart warming. when he called her, she actually jumped up and down while saying yes, yes, yes and yes again to his invitation to have a couple of drinks with him. so here she was now, sitting by the counter, wondering if she'll be able to have a drink of color pink in this bar. she doubted. a gentle tug from behind took her by surprised, but she leaned backwards towards his touch, even though she wanted to give him a big bear hug. ''i never change – they feed me with oranges and apples and five years later they'll try to convince me i need botox and a plastic surgery. of course i'm fighting them off with happy meals from mcdonalds,'' she laughed while she tried to turn in his arms, just to set a quick peck on his cheek. ''i still can't believe your actually in mayberry.'' her eyes were full of joy as she patted the sit next to her, a hint for him to sit down beside her. ''i'm fine. i've been shooting here in mayberry, a calvin klein campaign. and i'm supposed to be returning back to the big apple by the end of the month but... i'm not sure if that'll happen,'' she confessed and gestured the bar tender to come closer and pick up their orders. ''i fucking missed you, and i never curse. shit. i mean... i'm so glad you're here and i hope they have cocktail umbrellas here, because i'm in a desperate desperate need of one.'' there she was, acting silly and making a fool out of herself in the first five minutes. just splendid.

''oh, yummy, i would love a cheeseburger. we'll get drunk easier on empty stomaches, maybe we can stop by burger king later on?'' she clapped her hands once more. food had a weird effect on her. she loved trying out new things and nothing excited her more than an opening of a new spicy restaurant in time – the spicier the food the better. but she could never ever say no to mcdonalds, it's like heaven for calories. ''and darling, don't flatter yourself, lifting me up isn't such a big deal,'' she playfully nudged him with her elbow and then turned towards him, so their knees were touching while they were facing each other. ''but... if it'll make you feel better, you can me lift me up after i have a few drinks and then twirl me around,'' she offered him a slight wink of an eye as she propositioned her deal. not to mention she would probably throw up if he would be twirling her around after a few drinks. but twirling was so much time. and it was callum, so she would probably take every single opportunity just to be near him. ''mister calvin, yes. oh, you know. karl lagerfield is desperate to have me.'' her eyes rolled at the exaggerated statement that was clearly a joke. she knew nothing about fashion before she joined this big glamorous club and it was still all very surreal, even after five years of fame and fortune.

''what about you? what have you been up to? any good projects lately? oh, oh, are the ladies still dropping their panties in the very second you tell them you're a film maker?'' the topic switched to her dear friend. there was no point in pretending he wasn't good looking, attractive and a whole bunch of other similar adjectives. definitely a panties dropper with that english accent. at his teasing she simply laughed: ''as long as you don't spank me or something.'' the words left her mouth before she could stop them and only now did she realize the possible hidden meaning of an invitation behind them. someone should duck tape her mouth. ''i can get hammered with cosmos too. but if you insist... you'll be the one to tuck me safely into bed in the morning, just so you know,'' her fingers curled around the edge of the counter while they both waited for their shots and wine to come. her last experience with tequila ended up with body shots and a fancy video posted online, not something she wanted to repeat. ''you're trying to kill me right?'' she mumbled when shots appeared in front of them, but then reached after the first one and looked at the tiny glass suspiciously. without further ado she drowned the liquor and made a face at the bitter hot feeling that was spreading its way down her body. and then she almost started coughing her lungs out, when his words took her completely by surprise. ''i, um, right...'' was the only thing she was able to say at the mention of sex. on. the. freaking. beach. ''it's cold on the beach this late in october. wouldn't want any of my body parts to freeze since they bring me good money and you probably don't want your thingy to fall off. so lets just stick to the basics,'' hopefully the dimmed lights inside of a pub weren't enough for him to see the blush spreading across her cheeks.

note: they're so lovely.

''well, i've always been skinny. it's really not a good thing, but i can't put on any weight, so you better deal with the fact that you'll be always and forever able to lift me. except if i get magically pregnant one day – those bellies weight a ton,'' she shrugged and furrowed her brows while she tried to imagine herself with a big balloon in front of her body. to be honest, she'll probably die a virgin – she'll be one of those old ladies that always bake cookies for their sisters' and brothers' grandchildren and own dozens of cats. it wouldn't really be such a bad life. ''you suck, i love twirling. it's the easiest way to win my heart – twirl me and i'm lovestruck,'' she stuck her tongue out at him, when he refused to twirl her. if she could get him a bit tipsy, he would surely agree to it. at the first sight of his strong accent she laughed enthusiastically: ''i love it when you do that. makes me remember you're cool and european.'' mocking callum about his nationality and his european roots has always been one of her favorite hobbies. he really was different from all the american lads around her. ''haven't been there... is that a beautiful coastal town with colorful houses? i saw pictures, it looks divine. maybe you should take me there on our honeymoon trip,'' she wiggled her brows suggestively at an innocent joke. ''however i don't believe you've only been doing a commercial there. i would rather say you were also doing all of the olive-skinned beauties too,'' she narrowed her eyes on him, demanding the true story. why pretend? girls were probably standing in line for him.

''you just can't stay away from us italianas, can you?'' there was a musing sub-tone in her voice. she didn't appear italian at all. her surname, yes, her long dark hair and big eyes, yes. curves? non-existent. ''we should work together again. like make a short movie or something, i think it would be fun. maybe we could both act in it and film it at the same time, it would be like on the road diary. we could take a road trip over america,'' enthusiasm always struck her quickly and took over in a matter of minutes. there was a possibility she'll have a whole plan inside of her hair the next moment she opened her mouth. but there was tequila and she had to concentrate in keeping liquor down. ''cheers to that.'' she gently knocked her glass at his and took her second shot of the evening. ''i hope. because there's no way i'm sleeping with you tonight,'' was the only comment she offered about the sex issue. what would it be like, though? forgetting everything and just letting her body's demands to lead her. ''you keep forgetting i know all of your tricks – using the accent, looking at girls with a heartbreaking stare, subtle flirting. i know it all and i just... i just won't fall for that. at least not sober,'' she had to stay focus on the fact her friend was a flirt and was this way with all the girls. she picked up another shot and devoured the whole thing right away. ''which reminds me, i should warn you that i get tipsy very quickly,'' she smiled at him as she put the glass down.

he really knew how to completely crack her up. she was always the first to smile at a joke and often even at something absolutely stupid and not funny at all. she just loved to laugh her heart out and being in public never stopped her. her laugh was one of those loud laughs, that immediately struck attention and caused turning heads. it was rich and kind of epidemic. hard not to laugh with artie almost crying, hunched over and clamping her hurting belly. ''i don't recall calling it sexy? aren't you humble radford, huh,'' she giggled and covered her mouth with her hand in an attempt to stop a flow of little laughs. tequila was starting to take it's turn on her and it was only a matter of time when she'll go completely overboard and started to talk about little squirrels and how she always wanted to win a willy wonka golden ticker and visit a chocolate factory. ''i like willy wonka,'' she casually announced and threw a thoughtful glance in his way. willy wonka is definitely the coolest person ever to walk the fictional earth. ''you and me living together, huh? well, i'm kind of looking for an apartment here in mayberry. i'm kind of in the way in my family house. if you would let me crash there until i return to new york... that would be super duper,'' she said before thinking. okay, maybe it wasn't the best idea to spend even more time with him. any more of those tequilas and his use of an accent and she'll melt altogether.

''fine. we'll go to vegas and elvis will give us his blessing. we'll wear plastic rings and costumes from the eighties. then we'll go to cinque terre and i'll be the only italian you'll be doing,'' she gave him a quick wink with a wide smile on her face. no way was that happening. it was funny how sometimes she could so casually talk about sex and then on other occasions her defenses completely crumbled and she was simply stuttering not able to say a simple word like penis. p-e-n-i-s. ''i've been a very good girl,'' her shoulders shrugged in a not very straight answer. zero. she scored none. it was easy to keep count of people you've slept with, if you haven't slept with anyone. ''maybe porn. if we're in the mood,'' she laughed and drank another two shots, her mind already starting to zone in and out of place. funny, the more she was looking at him, the more she was sure there was some kind of a spark in his eyes. and she really really wanted to touch his hair. ten minutes after they were paying for their drinks and she was absently staring at her hand in his, it looked so lovely, whoah. ''i need you to keep me balanced.'' her steps were careful and slow until she finally had the reassurance of his embrace and then they were out of the bar and walking towards his apartment.

note: skip the walk and continue inside of the apartment? ^^

cold evening air did her no good. a soft breeze hadn't lower the impact of liquor on her mind and body, so she was mostly just stumbling alongside callum, clutching his hand and trying to walk straight forward. oh, how she would love to be one of those people who can hold their liquor properly. fifteen minutes later she was sitting on his couch while trying to remember as much details of his apartment as possible. it was nice. cozy. she would love to crash her night after night, day after day. ''i like it. it's homey and it has a certain vibe that makes you feel good. it's like you,'' she nodded and then slowly stood up at the mention of twister. the game probably won't last long, since they were both very near the dangerous hammered zone. she took mister jack from him and made a silent slurp straight from the neck of the bottle, then handed it back. ''you're trying to get me so drunk i won't remember a think and will do something stu-pid,'' was the best she could get out of her as she went down on her knees and positioned her hands and feet on random color circles. she tried to twist her neck around so she would see the spinner, but instead got a nice full view of callum's butt. and almost fell straightforward into that lovely butt. ''spiiiin,'' she said in a sing-sang voice, but then barely caught herself. ''i'm kind of busy trying not to stare in your butt right now, so this is an awfully bad timing for talking about me moving in, call,'' she said through her teeth and her hand were barely keeping her up. shit. she sucks at this game. and at drinking.

''you don't have to sleep on the couch. i'll sleep on the couch. i like the pillows. besides, we can both sleep in a bed if you're not worried i'll try to rape you in the middle of the night. i get horny at around three o'clock,'' she laughed and shook her head. where did that come from? and now she really had an image of the two of them in a bed together stuck inside of her head. a second later, she was lying flat on her back and he was on top of her, all around her. ''i think i hit my head, it hurts a little.'' of course she laughed, why did they even bother playing this when they were both drunk out of their mind. standing up she sat back down on the couch she now pronounced hers and furrowed her brows when catching sight of the bottle. ''should we drink that? we should, shouldn't we?'' she broke the silence first and leaned forward to grip the bottle. she rested it in her lap and suddenly drunken confusion took over. maybe it was always there and there never was enough courage but she really wanted to do something crazy. she scooted closer to callum and rose up, pulled one of her legs over his lap and sat down on his thighs, her knees caging his hips from each side. she pressed the opening of a bottle to her lips and took a drink. ''i... i'm drunk,'' she started to say and then awkwardly laughed a little, very aware of the position she put them both in. ''and i rarely do things i want to do. it's like... i never dare. because i'm scared of the consequence – for me, for my career, for my family, for a stray cat on the street. and i'm babbling, i'm so sorry,'' she gasped and looked at the bottle in her hands. ''i like sitting in your lap.''

''noup. i only rape pretty british boys like yourself. you know – their sexy accents and noble european manners, they undo me,'' she traced his jaw with the tip of her finger, somewhat enchanted by the mere thought of touching his skin and not able at all to stop herself. it had to be the booze, responsible for all the ideas going through her head. and for the need to be closer and closer to him. it was funny. around callum she always felt... appreciated, perhaps even desired. the way he occasionally looked at her, made her feel special. ''hm. and i don't believe you when you say you won't let me sleep with you. i think you will. i think you would like to sleep with me very much,'' she blurted out and then sighed. someone should put a control device inside of her brain that would browse through things she wanted to say and then sorted away those she shouldn't. ''but i won't walk around the apartment naked, just so you know,'' she finished with raised brows. who knows, maybe she would if she felt especially homey at this place, near him. after gulping down some more whiskey she finally put the bottle down and concentrated solely on him. ''you have no idea what i just said, do you?'' she shook her head as she climbed into his lap. ''shit, callum, you're making this very hard for me... i said i want to do something crazy just because i feel like doing it,'' was the best summary of her former words she could offer.

her gaze was set on him, and if she would close her eyes she would surely be only aware of the feel of his finger tips drawing lines over her thighs. ''call...'' she started to say his name once his hand cupped her neck and he was half pulling her towards him, half coming up to meet along the way. and then every single possible protest has been silenced by the firm kiss. oh god, oh god, she was kissing him, he was kissing her. this was not supposed to happen at all. but she moved her lips along his and felt the need to get a better feel of his skin. her hands found their way under his shirt, just as he started to stand up with her in his embrace. ''i...um. don't know. but i think i like it,'' she breathed against his lips as her back connected with the cold wall behind her. she actually had some idea what they were doing, but she wasn't about to point out he had his friend pinned to the wall. finally her fingers connected with the firm skin over his abs and traveled up to his chest. second later she was tugging at his shirt, trying to get rid of it, all the while trying to keep balance with her legs curled around his lean hips. ''need you – closer.'' his shirt landed on the floor and she raised her arms up, so hers would join it as soon as humanly possible. one thing was sure, she wasn't able to think about anything else beside a whole wide sensation of feels – a kiss she thoroughly enjoyed, current set of events that led to two naked bodies moving as one. ''we'll have to stop soon. we can't...'' she started to half babble and half stutter against him, as she buried her hands in the dark hair at the nape of his neck. she wanted to say more. something along the lines of we have to take it slow and be careful. something painfully awkward like, i'm a virgin and i'm really scared right now. ''stop.''

there was no way she was explaining herself. no way she'll say it out loud. she would probably turn the color of tomato and no matter how drunk she was, she won't say this. he wouldn't laugh at her, she knew that much. but there would probably be a disbelieving look in his eyes. she still remembered how she spilled her secret to damien st. cloud and he'd been staring at her for long long minutes. ''i'm sorry,'' she mumbled and almost protested when his hands left her body completely and he eased her down. for some reason she loved being wrapped around his body with her mind focused only on his lips tracing the lines of her cheekbones. ''you misunderstood. it's... it's the alcohol. not me,'' she hugged herself over her ribs and glanced away. and just like that, she's going to ruin it all and probably their friendship too. ''we're drunk. it's normal. right?'' of course she was trying to find a proper explanation for the make out session. because there was no way it would happen otherwise, it was only alcohol induced. no real chemistry, no real passion. in the back of her mind she added bullshit to previous words.

her eyes stayed fixed on the floor as he moved away and went to sit on the couch. maybe she was hoping he would give her some reassurance – tell her something cheesy. like, how he always wanted to kiss her. how he truely liked her. how they shouldn't just stop, how he would kiss every single part of her skin until she would be begging him for more. but he just crashed down and covered his face and she stood there, uncomfortable and embarrassed. ''this was a mistake. me coming here, me kissing you. it was all a terrible terrible mistake,'' she finally decided to speak and went over to the little tea table to pick up her bag, she didn't dare to look at him. ''i'm really sorry, callum. i just... i'll call you when i get back from new york...'' there was a lot of hesitation in her voice. where did this leave them? the two of them? the dashing duo? there would be no midnight calls. ''for what it counts, i liked it. all of it. which doesn't happen often. and i know you think i talk too much, but right now i can't find the right words to explain why... why i can't do this. but i'll explain. soon. i'll call you,'' she bit down her fuller lower lip and darted straight to the door without giving him an opportunity to say anything at all. stupid foolish little girl.

note: this is summed up. :3 can i start a new topic for the next part? shall we continue this english thingy or do you want to switch to slovenian? ^^ pm me, K?