Lovers Forever

First Kiss

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Tonight, we'd been invited to another party, well the whole band had been and I can't recall who's house it was at, but it was someone's. We'd been eager though, expecting a good night with lots of good substances; but it wasn't long before we were disappointed. The people we knew there were outnumbered by people we'd never met, who seemed more focused on the alcohol on the kitchen counter and the other paraphilia that was scattered all over the house, than on being in any way considerate towards the people they were talking over and bustling aside and I felt annoyed, I had actually done less of the rock and roll living since living with Christine as she was like a good influence on me in a way and I felt genuinely better, despite the longing, I of course wasn't living the best life still, but it was better since living with her and even the party wasn't seeming to enchant me the way parties once had, the glitter had faded fast with all the riches and glamour, I often just felt lonely and a longingness that I knew only one person could fulfil.

Christine and I made the decision that the backyard was a much better place to be, at least there was a pool to watch the night sky reflect off and we seemed to be at parties a lot anyway, which wasn't always good either, because those resulted in one night stands with randoms and then all the worries that came with that after, Christine and I had been through that enough that we didn't take the risk, I especially didn't when she was there because she was the one I wanted anyway.

On the way out though, I snagged a bottle of Baileys from the counter. Who wants to go home from a party sober? I was still Stevie Nicks after all and Christine had already downed a flask on the way there.

"It's full of randoms in there, the boys and the parties we go to can be so repetitive!" was the first thing Christine said as we made our way to a seemingly peaceful spot, it was nice in the subtle moonlight that was beginning to shine, dusk having now swept away and the night falling upon us.

"I agree, it does and the boys are annoying!" I sighed, having given up on trying to even control their antics or pretend to enjoy the parties "They usually listen to you at least though!" I added, Christine tried harder than I ever did to control our wild bandmates because out of everyone they took her seriously, even Lindsey, I always felt like my opinion didn't matter in the band, it only really mattered to Christine but everyone else I was like a singing object to. I sighed as I took the lid off the Baileys and I took a long swig from it before passing it to Christine.

"It would have been so much nicer if it was just everyone who knew each other." Christine said and then gulped from the bottle, putting it on the ground between us, and I rested my hand on hers for a second before picking up the bottle again.

"Maybe some of the others will come outside in a bit. Get away from all the idiots."

"Probably." Christine leaned her head against my shoulder, she too seemed lonely lately. "I like it right now though. Just us."

"Just us," I echo, taking another gulp from the bottle to distract myself from the stupid smile I can feel bubbling up. Christine grabbed my wrist though, chuckling.

"Hey, slow down with that. I've gotta have some too." Over the next twenty minutes or so, we kept passing the bottle back and forth. Eventually the bottle was empty, and I knocked it aside with an uncoordinated whack of my arm. Christine giggled, the sweetest sound I thought I'd ever heard, and flopped down onto the ground.

"You right?" I asked, reaching out to rest my hand on her shoulder.

"I'm good. Ground's just comfy and the sky is gorgeous!"

"Ground's all hard. Come here," I said, giving her shoulder a little tug, and she shifted to rest her head in my lap. Just like that night in my apartment, I moved my hand to her hair, stroking it gently as the sounds of the party blurred in my ears. Christine was warm, and her breathing was deep and regular, and I languished in the feeling for a while before I realised that she was starting to doze off. In my tipsy and clingy state though, I wasn't ready to let her escape into the dream realm away from my needy company and in my intoxicated mind, the solution was to gently slide my hand just under the hem of her shirt -- my heart leaping at the warmth of her skin though -- it wasn't meant to excited me, I was just going to wake her up, with tickles.