Kalon

3.

It's late night and we're mostly drunk. Drunk me is fun me. It's amazing not to think about anything but doing what feels good. I get drunk occasionally so I enjoy my drunken daze. Stefan and Elena are already at make out stage. They will break in my guest bed room in a bit.
I get out for some fresh air and Damon follows me. I didn't have much time to do shopping for my deck furniture. We just sit on the stairs and look up at stars for a while.
"It's pretty up there", I say.
"It's pretty down here too", he says looking at me.
"Okay there, Johnny Bravo."
"No seriously, I haven't ever told you that you're really pretty"
I look into his blue, blue eyes and search for humour. He's not joking, he's serious.
"Okay Damon thanks for noticing that after 6 years of friendship", I tell him.
"I've always noticed. I just felt that there was no need to say that out loud. But now that you don't have a boyfriend, I must help you out by soothing your hurt ego"
"Oh please! There is no hurt or ego. I don't need your soothing words"
       "Then may be I need them", he says in a funny voice.
I look at him puzzled. He looks at my lips and back in my eyes. He's very close to me. I haven't noticed that till he comes so close that I clearly  read his intentions. This is not good, we have been friends for our entire adult life. Kissing him is bad idea. Surely we can control ourselves. That's the last sentence I think before his lips comes crashing down on mine. Ohh my, ohh my! He's a really good kisser. Like really good. Somewhere back at my conscience a thought passes that's pressing on my mind but everything seems to have taken a back seat right now. I'm surrounded by Damon, all my senses revolves around him. His cologne, his  hands on my waist and his lips on mine. It's a heady feeling, making me dizzy. I shift close to him and hold him tighter. He responds equally excited. BAD IDEA BONNIE! Then the thoughts  flashes,
It's Damon
Friends
6 years
Your best fucking friend
STOP RIGHT NOW!
I loose my hold on him and  as I'm about to back out, we're interrupted by some noise from the entryway.
       We disentangle as  a man appears in front of us. He's tall, taller than me.
       "Can you please turn down the music, it's bloody 2:00 am and my kid needs to sleep."
Now it would have been much better if he didn't pack  so much attitude in just one sentence.
"The music is not that loud, I can barely hear it sitting just outside! How can you?"
      "Ma'am I live next door and my kid's window is right next to your living room. Turn it off so he can sleep"
"You could have said that in a better way"
       "I would have if it wasn't 2:00 am on a weekday"
"Yeah but...", Damon cuts me off to say,
       "Yeah man, we get it. We'll turn down the music"
He looks at us like he's disgusted or something. Then turns away and leaves. I still hear him saying,     
       "Drunk on Monday at bloody 2:00 am!"
Interesting neighbourhood!