Coffee with George (Up For Watty Awards)

Chapter 40 - Confusion

Chapter 40 - Confusion

"Im so sorry" JJ cried when he pulled away.

I was in too much shock. Did that really just happened? Why did I kiss him back? I love George so much. More than so much. He was my whole world. How could I do this to him? I didn't feel anything with JJ. No firworks, no connection, no sparks, I didn't even enjoy it.

"Its fine" I managed to say. Thats a lie. I wish he hadn't done that. I just felt sorry for him. Thats why I kissed him back. Thats the only reason.

"No, no its not fine." JJ argued back.

"It seriously is - "

"Stop lying Char! Its not fine! And you know it! I basically just made you cheat! Im such a bad friend to you and George!"

"Stop it JJ Its - "

I was interupted again. "Stop saying that! Its defiantly not fine! What I was trying to do, was experiment, thats all, to see if we would have a connection."

"Do you think we did?" I said quietly.

He frowned. "No. I don't think we did. Not that your a bad kisser, your not, but I just didn't feel anything sparking up for us."

I sighed in relief. "Right well, thats okay, but Im going to have to tell George about this JJ. I will feel horrible unless I tell him."

JJ's eyes grew wide. "No, no please don't tell him Char, it will make everything even worst!"

"No, it won't. JJ, I know Anna likes you, and you like her. Go after her, not me. Im taken by the most amazing boy in the world, Im sorry but I don't like you in anyway like that, and Im going to tell George." I felt quite proud of myself. But something else bugged me. Would me and JJ ever be as close as we where again?

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I woke up with a throbbing pain in my head. What the hell had happened last night? Painfull memories of drinking my first shot of alcahol flooded through my mind. I groaned and sat up, holding my heavy head.

"How you coping?"

I winced at the voice making my head throb twice as much.

"Ugh what?" I asked, turning around to see JJ watching me with a grin on his lips.

"How you coping with your first ever hangover?" He laughed.

I groaned.

"I thought so," he chuckled.

I froze as I remembered something else.

"Char? You okay? You've gone a little... white?" JJ asked.

I gulped. "JJ - what did we do last night?"

JJ's eyes widened. "Char, I wasn't drunk... nothing happened last night..."

"But we - we kissed?" I asked, my head throbbing at the confusion.

"No, no, no defiantly not! Char you must have been dreaming! No such thing happened!"

A flow of relief washed through my body, and through my parted lips, making me sigh. It had all been a dream. A drunken dream. I hadn't kissed JJ. I hadn't cheated on George. I jumped up from the covers, ignoring the pain, and running to were I thought the kitchen was. I could smell fried eggs and bacon, so I found the room pretty easily. I ran up to George, cupped his face with my hands, and crashed my lips with his. With shock, he didn't kiss me back until a second later, and our lips moved in sync, making my mind blank. Now this, was a kiss.

I pulled away after the second, and rested my forhead with George's. We were both breathing heavily, and he was smiling like a mad hater, his eyes twinkling with love and something else, lust.