The next Friday finally rolled around, It was Jack's little get together thing for his 22nd birthday. I was actually really excited for this. My mom told me not to go, she was still telling me that I could catch the ‘gay disease if I was around them. She even told Kenadie to keep an eye on me so I don't go while they left, like she would even care. She already knew about me, nothing would change. They were leaving for the weekend to some kind of retreat. I wasn't really sure, but at least I knew that she wasn't going to catch me hanging around Jack and Devon. Kenadie would probably be at one of her friends houses or most of the weekend anyway. She really had no point in coming home anymore, to cover for me was about it. She graduated and is going to college in the fall. I might actually get in a lot of trouble with her not around.
I got ready to go over to Jack's. I think I spent an extra forty-five minutes in front of the mirror. I don't know why I was trying to look so good for a guy who’s older than me and had a boyfriend. I played with my hair for most of the time. Clothes weren’t hard for me, I just choose a pair of simple black jeans, a New Found Glory shirt, and converse. That was easy, but It was my hair. I was a little picky about it. I brushed my fringe over my forehead and tousled the back of my hair. It was going to have to do for now.
I told Kenadie that I was leaving, she just waved and went back watching TV in the living room. I was going over early, I thought that maybe he could use a little help setting up or something since I knew that Devon was the only one currently with a job. I knocked on the door and a few short seconds later, Jack looked through the window and he waved for me to come in. I opened the door and walked in.
“Hey, Alex.” he said and came over to take my jacket. I honestly don't know why I even wore it, he lived right next door and it wasn’t even cold out, it was summer now. I replied with a ‘hey’ and walked farther in. It felt a little weird coming in to a place I knew very well, but at the same time, I knew almost nothing about it. “What are you doing here so early?” Jack asked, we sat on the couch.
“I don't know, I thought you might want some help setting things up or something.” I told him, he looked around and then looked back at me.
“That’s nice. Thanks, but I have pretty much everything done, but I’ll have to call you next time.” he smiled, I really liked his smile, It was cute. We talked for a little bit. For someone that was 22, he sure only acted and had the mind of a 16 year old. The phone rang, stopping our current conversation on my New Found Glory shirt, it turns out that he was a big fan as well.
“Hello?” he answered the phone. “Oh, hey babe.” I guess that it was Devon on the phone. “oh…” his face dropped and got kind of sad. “Okay, I’ll see you later then… bye, babe.” he hung up his phone and sat it on the coffee table.
“Everything okay?” I asked him. He smiled and nodded.
“Yeah, Devon is just going to be late. He told me to just enjoy it right now and when can spend time together when he gets back.” I could tell in his voice he was really sad from it. That was his boyfriend. “But hey, that just more for me to drink.” he joked, and took another drink from his glass.
“Can I have some now?” I pouted, and poked out my bottom lip. I tried batting my eyelashes like my sister does to get whatever she wants, but I don't think I could pull it off as well as she could. He shook his head. “Come on, my parents aren’t here and I won't have a lot, I promise.” I said, holding out my pinkey finger. He rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Fine, but I'm not taking the blame for anything okay?”
“Fine. I’ll just say that pirates kidnapped me and forced me to drink their poison.” I joked. He went off and got me a glass and pour whatever was drinking into it. I picked it up, taking a sip. My face scrunched like the first time. It wasn't bad though, I liked it. “What is this anyway?” I asked him and sat it down.
“I don't know.” he shrugged.
“How do you just ‘not know’?” I asked, and sat a little sideways on the couch with one arm on the back of it.
“It’s something Devon makes. He mixes a bunch of stuff together, it’s good, but it can get you drunk real quick.” he laughed. “Which is why, you can have very much.” I rolled my eyes. I have my ways.
I guess I drank more than I was supposed too. It was around ten pm and people from the party started to clear out. Some get together my ass, this was a house party. Sad everyone was leaving early. Damn, responsible people. I was probably the youngest person there, but it didn't really bother me at all. I actually kind of liked it, I always looked a little older than some of my friends, I don't think a lot of the people here really could tell the difference anyway. Most people were drunk off their asses by the time they left to go home. I was the last one here still listening to music.
He had some kind of punk-ish music on. I wasn't sure what it was, but I liked it. It kind of reminded me of blink-182. They had the same raw sound to their voice, I’ll have to ask him about it later. Jack said goodbye to the last person, besides me, and shut the door coming back over to his spot on the couch.
“Fun party.” I said to him. He just laughed to himself. Yeah, he was a lot more drunk than me, it’s a good thing he lived here and not across the city. He would never make it back alive.
“Thanks.” he giggled, and laid back against the cushion.
“Wheres Devon?” I asked out of the blue. I knew he was going to be late, but I didn't see him at all through the duration of the party. He scrunched his face thinking about it.
“He is…” he mumbled, drawing out the ‘s’ sound. Wow, he gets really drunk when he’s drunk. “He should be here soon, but I don't know.” shrugged and laughed. “It doesn't matter, I got you here.” he slurred his words, and poked me on the arm, laughing again. I was almost sober compared to him.
I kept staring at him. He was in a weird daze, too, just staring off into space. My eyes kept flicking down to his lips. Fuck, I really wanted to kiss him, but the little part of me that was still working told me not too. I got closer anyway. I never listened to the sensible part of me, so why should I start listening to it now? He felt me move and rolled his head to the side looking at me. “I kind of wish you were older.” he mumbled, and shut his eyes. After a few seconds he opened them again.
“Why?” I asked. Two drunk guys never works out. He shrugged.
“I don't know. You’re a cute kid.” he was starting to look really tired. “I have a boyfriend though and I like him, a lot.” I was actually really sad that I heard that, but happy at the same time. It was a weird mix. Happy because he’s a good guy that deserves a good person, not a teenager. It was also sad though. I was really getting a crush on this guy, this would never end well.
I don't know what came over me, it might have been the alcohol or just pure curiosity, but I lent forward and down a little hovering my lips over his. He didn't push me back or protest. Just just stayed there, like he was fighting some kind of inner battle with himself. I took a chance, I lent down a little more, pushing our lips together. He didn't kiss back, or even really move. I pulled away some, a blush falling on my cheeks. That was stupid.
Surprisingly, I felt his left hand reach up and pull my face to his again, re-attaching our lips. I kissed him and this time he kissed me back. His lips were soft, unlike how my probably were. They slotted together smoothly and I kissed him harder. He sat up and pushed my back against the couch so he hovered over me. He kissed me again, sliding his tongue in my mouth. he was a really good kisser. Either that or I was too drunk to really tell what was going on, but I like the first option better..
My eyes were closed, savoring the his taste mixed with the alcohol. He had on arm holding him up and the other tangled in my hair still. I had an arm holding on to his waist and the other resting on the back of his neck, keeping him close to me. I really didn't want to stop kissing him. Eventually, though, we need air, so he detached our lips, but kept his eyes fixated on mine. They were clouded over and glossy. There was a car door shut outside, and the quick realization about what just happened took over his features and he pushed up from he.
“Shit.” he mumbled. I looked outside seeing a figure walking through the yard. “You need to go.” he told me quickly and helped me off the couch. He was in panic mode now. He just made out with a teenager. An drunk underage, 16 year old boy, while he still had a boyfriend of his own. That doesn't look good, not matter which way you look at it. “I need you to go.” he handed me my coat and pushed towards the direction of the door.
“I'm sorry.” I said, and held my jacket close to my chest, walking to the door.
“Just... go.” he told me. I don't blame him for freaking out. We got to the door just as Devon opened it and walked in facing us.
“Oh, Alex. I didn't know you were over.” He smiled. Fuck I messed this up, he was such a nice person. I just nodded.
“Yeah, he stayed late helping me clean up a little until you got home.” Jack quickly told him. I just nodded agreeing. “He’s leaving now.” he pushed me out the door.
“Bye, Jack… Happy birthday.” I mumbled, and turned around.
“Thanks… Bye… Alex…” he said slowly, and closed the door. Dammit. I walked back home and opened the door, Kenadie was still here watching TV.
“Look who’s home late again, starting to make this habit?” she teased from the couch. I rolled my eyes and stumbled past here. “Walk long?” she asked. I stopped and stared at her. I guess she saw my eyes and she got up getting closer to me. Everything was slightly distorted, so it took my brain a second to register what was going on. She cupped my face and laughed a little. “Holy shit, how much did you drink?” she laughed. “Your pupils are so fucking dilated.” I shook my head, pulling it from her grip.
“I'm going to bed.” I mumbled, and walked off. I heard he say something else, but I really didn't care that much. She’s come home drunk off her ass before, and I'm pretty she was on something most of the time too.
I laid in bed for a couple hours, I just couldn't sleep. I thought being drunk would make you pass out. I guess that didn't work on me. That and my light was still on, I hated forgetting to shut the light off. I stayed fixated on the ceiling. I could slowly feel my self sobering up, and that's when the guilt hit me. I made out with Jack… My teenage hormones were acting all crazy. They were happy about it, but my brain kept sending guilt all over me. Jack and Devon were good guys, why do I always have to come around and fuck things up.
I groaned sitting up and shutting off my light. This time, the second I hit the pillow, I was passed out on the bed. A rough morning was about to come.