We Could Be Dreamers

18

"Truth or dare?" 

The girl who asked the question—Isla, who was dancing with Jason earlier—studies Jason with an expectant look in her eyes. 

The six of us are crammed into Jason's bedroom. Jason and Brooke are leaning against the side of his bed. Isla is sitting cross-legged on the carpet. One of the girls I didn't know—Ellie—has her head on Ellie's shoulder, and the other girl, Sydney, is sitting kind of awkwardly in my lap. There are beer bottles in various states of emptiness strewn about the room. 

We've played a couple rounds of Truth or Dare so far. Brooke was the one who'd suggested it, and she seems to be loving it. So far she and Ellie are wearing each other's prom dresses, Sydney's been sitting in my lap pretty much since the game started, and I've had to tell everyone about the time freshman year I had a crush on my math teacher. 

"Oh, man." Jason takes another swig of his beer. His cheeks are already flushed a bit. His eyes have that wicked little gleam in them. "Dare." 

"Alright." Isla leans forward a little bit, grinning. She glances around at everyone. "Kiss one person in this room." 

My fingers clench a bit around the half-full beer bottle in my hands. 

Isla has this smug little look on her face as she looks Jason up and down, and—

Oh. 

I mean, not that I'm surprised. After all, Jason is. Well. Hot Jason. And realistically I know that Jason's gay. But. Still. Something about this makes me extremely uncomfortable, and I'm watching Jason now, too. 

"Hey, Sydney?" Jason says easily. "Could you maybe move off of Adam's lap?"

I swear to fucking god that in that moment, in that exact moment, my heart stops. 

Sydney giggles and crawls off my lap, and now Jason's just a foot or two away from me, and there's this secret little smile tugging at his lips and I wish I knew what he was thinking, and then he leans towards me, and before I quite know what's happening, his lips are against mine. 

I tense up at first. I'm not quite sure what to do. Jason is kissing me. A boy is kissing me right now. His lips taste like beer, and I don't really like the taste of beer but this time it's okay, and they're soft and so, so gentle. Almost reluctant. Like he's not quite sure. 

In my surprise, I topple backwards. But instead of my head hitting the floor, Jason's arms are wrapped around me, catching me. My eyes flutter shut. One of my hands reaches up and tangles in Jason's hair, most definitely messing up the slicked-back style. The other finds his chest. 

I'm dimly aware of the girls around us whistling and cheering. But that doesn't matter. Nothing really matters right now, because Jason is on top of me, closer than I ever dreamed he could be, and his hand follows the curve of my waist, along to my hip, trailing down my thigh...

"Alright, alright." And suddenly, Jason isn't on top of me. I recognize the voice as Isla's. "I said 'kiss.' Not 'basically fuck in front of all of us.'"

Jason grins, and I realize that Isla must have pulled him off of me. "My bad," he says with a wink.

I'm still reeling from what happened, flushed and breathless. Definitely not in the kind of headspace where I can do anything but turn even redder. 

"Sorry bout that, Brooke," Jason laughs, glancing at her. "I know he's your date, but...?"

Brooke grins, shooting me a look. And oh my god, I'm so confused right now. "Ah, it's fine," she replies. 

"Good," Jason smiles. "Well, glad that's settled. Now..." Jason looks at everyone carefully. 

I dodge his gaze. I'm not really sure about... well, anything right now. Except that Jason kissed me, and I liked it, and I want him to do it again. 

He looks at Ellie, smiling a little. "Truth or dare?" He asks easily. 

And the game continues.