We're All Lost

Two: 7 Minutes in Heaven

"Let's play seven minutes in heaven, bitches!!" a tall skinny girl with black and pink hair, multiple piercings and dark eyeshadow shouts out -she's intoxicated, "Yheaaaa" the rest of the clique cheers. The goth girl gulps the rest of her Stella Artois "Okay, let's go! So here are the rules: Everyone will write their names on this notepad" she says, presenting a notepad and a pen "I will tear these into single strips" the notepad is passed around and everyone writes their names "I'll put them in a bowl. Corey, pass me that bowl" she says to the guy standing near the refreshments table "I'll shuffle them. You take one out of the bowl and that's the person you'll be in heaven with for seven minutes!" she winks, a bunch oohhs break out from the group "Oh, and the last two names left, will go in together. Let the game begin!".This is my first time doing something like this. I've seen this game being played in movies only, I'm guessing that whatever happens in that closet, depends on what age group you're playing with and seeing that I'm playing with a bunch of hormonal teens -I really don't know. Time passes by, people come out that closet flustered as fuck. My heart is beating so fast, I'm hoping that I don't get paired up with a girl. The names in the bowl get fewer and fewer, Andrew hasn't been picked out yet, neither have I. "Okay! We are down to the last two names!" the goth girl hollers, she takes out the names "Andrew and Jonathan" oh shit. I sit down, with my backpack beside me and he sits down crisscross like a kindergartener, we're sitting shoulder to shoulder.
I can feel the warmth radiating from his body, his scent is woody and sweet at the same time, it's seducing. "You're wearing my tee" oh shit, so this is his house "Oh god" I facepalm myself, "I'm so sorry, my shir-"

"Nah, it's cool. It looks better on you anyway" he smiles. I swear, that smile of his will be the undoing of me. Wait did Andrew Walker just compliment me? I fluster at the realization. "Uhm uh uh" I stammer, I don't know what to say. If it wasn't for my dark complexion, my cheeks would be red, putting the ripest tomatoes in ma's garden to shame. "I think you mean to say thank you" he teases "Uhm thank you"
"You're so cute" he chuckles, OH MY FUCKING GOSH -AGAIN!! I mentally scream, no -screech, I mentally screech. "No sweat" he says, he looks into my soul once again, smiling. I don't know what he's doing, but it's working. My stomach fills with butterflies. He bites his lower lip, oh god. The great ethereal being must be playing a joke on me, I'm pretty sure Him/Her and the
other ethereals from different religions across the world are lounging and watching me for their daily dose of entertainment. Honestly, what is this?
"So...What do we do?" he's awfully close, I can feel his breath hit the side of my face, he's looking right at me. The wall is suddenly interesting, I try to feign indifference. "I don't know. What do people normally do within these 'seven minutes in heaven' ?" I chuckle, "Well..." he laughs "I mean, people usually kiss or hook-up?" he shrugs, with a pearly smile plastered on his face. "Do you wanna kiss or hook-up? I mean, that's if you're into these typa things" I look at him, confused as fuck. Into what? "Ya' know? Kissing guys and stuff" he says, as though he read my mind. I clear my throat. We fall into an utterly awkward silence. "What artists do you listen to anyways?"
"Okay, that's random"
"That's the only thing I could come up with to end the obvious awkwardness between us. Do you perhaps have a problem with boys kissing boys?"
"No, I don't, I believe that people should kiss whoever the fuck they want to kiss. The world has bigger problems than boys kissing boys. Luther Vandross, Teddy Pendergrass, Diana Ross, Daniel Siegel, Tracy Chapman and the list goes on. Do you like kissing boys?" I say all of this under a breath "Okay, so you're an old soul, just like me. I've never kissed a boy before, but I wouldn't mind kissing you" he smiles and side eyes me "You're joking, right?" I ask, because I can't tell if it's one of those gay stunts straight guys pull when they want attention or he's being serious. "I'm not, I just wanna know how it feels and besides, I think you're cute. What is your favorite TP song?" he bites at his nails. He's Bicurious, that's normal right? I mean, I could satisfy his curiosity, I wouldn't mind kissing him and besides, it would also be for my personal benefit -if you know what I mean *wink*. "What the fuck Jonathan?" I mentally scold myself, this would
be the most reckless I've ever been. "You're awfully silent. What are you thinking about?" his voice is now softer, he hangs his head between his legs -his fidgeting. I don't know much about body language, but this here is one embarrassed lad. "Can we be lovers" I say, his head shoots up "Wait, what!?"
"No silly, I meant my favorite song by TP is Can We Be Lovers" we both laugh, but it soon dies out. We fall into a comfortable silence this time around. We're now looking at each other, his eyes look a darker shade of green under the fluorescent lighting. He leans in slowly, still holding the eye contact. I can feel the blood in my veins rushing, I could almost hear it. I don't move, I stay there. His eyes dart to my lips, as though asking for permission. I give him a small nod. He cups the side of my face, his hands are so soft. He gently places his lips on mine. I take the lead. Without breaking the kiss, he straddles me. I slowly grab his hips, his skin is so soft. He tastes like watermelon, must be the punch. When I came to this party with Jayllin earlier tonight, I never thought I'd be kissing a stranger, a hot stranger at that and liking it -this is crazy. He runs his hands through my hair and moans, grinding on my groin, I think he likes it. He jumps off me,
taking a deep shaky breath. His cheeks are red and so are his ears, he's flustered. He clears his throat, "I think our time's up" he says, looking everywhere but me. I guess he didn't like it after all, I'm so stupid. "Uhm yhea yhea". We both stand up to leave, he fixes his shirt, the boner he has is too hard and conspicuous not to notice. So, he did like it. "Jonny..." I lift my head to look at him, he has his hand on the doorknob, I am both surprised and smitten by the nickname "Yhea?"

"Please don't tell anyone about this, not even Jay" the desperation
is audible in his voice, "Okay, cool" I nod and give him a tight -lipped smile.

Okay, what the fuck just happened?

To be continued...