Not so innocent

seventeen

I had ended up ruining my favorite T-shirt climbing out that window. The fact that I had had to crawl down a tree like a fucking grislybear probably didn't help either. Two holes on the back, one on the right sleeve and then it was just dirty. But I didn't really care. I was having an awesome time. Nick had picked me up from my house, with Boomer in the passenger seat. After some good arguments he had ended up in the backseat. As we drove to the party we had drank from a bottle Nick had brought, yet he refused to tell us what was in it, so all three of us was rather woozy as we arrived. I was slightly concerned, scared of running into Aiden and Sergio of course, but also scared I'd make a fool of myself in front of Harper.

"Hi, Alec." Someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around to see Harper, standing with a big smile on her face and a red solo cup in her hand. 

"Hey." I tried to conceal my smirk but I don't think I succeeded. She looked too good for me not to. Her brown curly hair was gathered in a messy ponytail and the way she looked up at me made me wanna do... ungodly things. 

"Im Nick," Nick said as he came over and shook her hand, whilst eyeing her up and down. "That over there is Boomer." He pointed towards Boomer who stood slightly awkward behind us.

"I'm Casper," he said as he shuffled towards her, and shook her hand as well. Nick and I exchanged weird looks, not used to hearing him call himself Casper, but let him be.

"Have uh... have you seen Emily?" Nick asked Harper. I couldn't stop myself from laughing because of the way he pretended to know her.

"Olsen?" Harper asked skeptically. 

"Yeah, of course." He sounded slightly offended.

"No haven't seen her." She then thought for a while. "Maybe try upstairs?"

"Cool, cool, cool," he said as he frantically moved towards the stairs. "Come on, Boom- I mean Casper." He said mockingly, and Boomer flipped him off but did follow after him. 

"Nice friends," Harper said as she leaned against the wall.

"Well they're friends, so..." I chuckled.

There became silent between us, even though we were surrounded by noice. I wanted to stare at her, but felt so awkward. But she really was beautiful. Her brown eyes, starring at the drink in her hands and around the room. Her white painted nails, and her body looking just like it was supposed too. I wonder what she thought about me...

"Come on, you need a drink." She then grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. I REPEAT: SHE GRABBED MY HAND. Was this what butterflies felt like? Because if it was, I don't think I should ever fall in love. No, my body wouldn't be capable of handling it. I would simply pass out, due to nausea. OH my GOD. Okay, I could do this. Just smile, Alec. But not too much. But enough. But stil, not too much. Dammit, this was hard!

I was brought out of my thoughts as Harper placed a red solo cup in my hands. I took a big sip, wanting to drown my insecurities. That, I regretted.

"Jesus, what is this?!" I asked, choking on the strong drink.

"Oh you know," Harper smirked at me. "Orange juice, red soda, a tad of lime and a LOT of vodka." I looked at her, shocked to see her slightly devilish side. "You look like you need it." I wanted to be offended, considering her rather offensive statement, but I couldn't help but chuckle a bit, especially because she was so right. Then, as I looked up from my drink our eyes locked and I stopped laughing. I honestly couldn't tell if I was smiling or not, all I noticed was her slowly closing her eyes and leaning in towards my lips. It felt as if the time moved in slow-motion and I couldn't nor wouldn't do anything to hurry it up. I leaned a bit forward and as our lips met I closed my eyes too. The noice around us disappeared, and everyone else in the kitchen wasn't there anymore. The entire room felt as if it was spinning, but at the same time it felt as if it was gone. There was no room. There was no ground. We were floating. Her lips were so delicate and tasted exactly like my drink had done before, just better. Everything about her was better. She made everything better. Her tongue played with my bottom lip, forcing its way through, and I willingly allowed it access. Oh, she could do whatever she wanted, as long as she did it to me...

The kiss broke off as slowly as it had begun, and the room started to reassemble. The people were suddenly still here, but I didn't really care. I leaned my forehead agains't Harpers. A lock of hair were hanging in front of her eye, and as I slowly caressed her cheek with my thumb, I tucked it behind her ear, so I could stare back into those gorgeous brown eyes. 

"Come," she whispered, as she once again grabbed my hand and guided me. She took me through the living room and out to the backyard. It was far less crowded than the house, but there were still some people out here. Two girls were gossiping on the porch, a guy with a fedora was puking in the bushes and another guy, luckily without a fedora, was passed out on the lawn. Harper led me past these people, over the lawn and just around the corner of the house. We were still in the backyard, but no one else was around. "Lay down."

"Oh wow, that's direct," I joked, and smirked at her, but did as I was told.

"You pig." She slapped my shoulder, but laughed. She then laid down beside me, a good foot between us. None of us said anything for a while. We were both staring at the stars, a at least I think we were. I kept looking over at her, checking that her gaze was still locked on the clear night sky. She was. Every single time. So I stopped looking back up at the sky, but kept my eyes fixated on her, waiting for her to look my way. Eventually I lost my patience. "Fuck it," I mumbled, and scooted closer towards her. I guess the alcohol had gotten to my head. She seemed to be pleased with my decision as she lifted up her head, allowing my arm to go under it. She then shifted her head even closer to mine and let it relax in the nook of my shoulder.

And there we were, laying on a lawn, a raging party going on inside, whilst Harper and I were just stargazing. And I wouldn't wan't it any other way...

Maybe except for the raging boner in my pants. That seemed a bit inconvenient. 

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