Fake It Until You Make It

Weed More Kissing and Civilised Conversation

I watched her walk into the party that was currently full swing and felt as if she left with my heart. I have no idea what made me act on such an impulse. When I saw Jason kiss her, I had to do something and this time I didn't feel like punching him in the face. I needed to make her mine and I know that now. Looking back I have always known that. I have always wanted to be with her I was just too stubborn to admit it.
I finally got my enthusiasm under control and walked into the party looking to drown my worries. Girls came up to me and tried to get my attention, but I couldn't get into them. I have always been able to grab the nearest girl and show her a good time whenever I was upset, but I couldn't even look at another girl without thinking of Bridget. Bridget's lips on mine, my hand on Bridget, Bridget's fingers in my hair. I couldn't stop.
I hurried to the kitchen and poured myself a few shots ready to do one after another.

After I was about 5 shots too deep I put down the shot glass. I stumbled out into the living room. I saw a girl with a bong and sat down beside her not asking, just taking the bong out of her hands. She giggled and handed it over. I took a hit and handed it back to her who also took a hit. I looked at the blurry girl who was
surprisingly attractive. She giggled as I squinted at her.

Before I knew what I was doing I leaned in and connected our lips. We kissed sloppily, she wasn't as good as a kisser as Bridget, but I barely noticed. She crammed her tongue in my mouth making me want to gag. But I continued thinking of Bridget the entire time. I finally got disgusted of the girl and pushed her off of me. She was so messed up she barely noticed.
Why is it that I can't get that blond beauty out of my head? I just thought in shades of Bridget and nothing else. She could possibly still be here and I could go apologize for kissing her and tell her to forget everything I said, but honestly I didn't want her to forget it. I wanted her to realize how serious I was about her and for her to feel the same way. I knew that tomorrow when I was feeling more somber I needed to work on winning her over. I needed to win her over to make myself feel normal again.
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Bridget's POV:
I walked away from Randall who was currently sporting a massive boner and walked out into the living room. I was so confused by what just happened, I mean I had a feeling Randall liked me, but the way he kissed me was like nothing before. We have of course kissed before, but this time was different. He kissed me as if he was trying to tell me something. Or at least prove something.
The party was packed and I had no desire to be in this crowded room with drunk college kids. Usually I lived for this kind of thing, but at the moment I wanted to go home. I walked outside into the cold night and pulled out my phone. I had the local taxi service on speed dial for just this occasion. I called them and gave them the address and they informed me they would be here in a half hour. Great 30 minutes of sitting and killing time, super.
I thought back to that kiss. That confusing, spur if the moment, amazing kiss. I wasn't sure what was going on with my feelings towards him until then, but now I was sure. I liked him a whole hell of a lot, but the problem wasn't with that. I wasn't hesitant because I was doubting our feelings. I was worried because it is me and him! We both did things on impulse and had a reputation of sleeping around. Randall has never had a serious girlfriend and my last relationship went down in flames. Huge blistering hurting flames. Could we really be trusted to do this? I couldn't take heart break at the moment I had to much going on to deal with my feelings too. But then again I really like Randall, more than I care to admit. When I am with him I am always smiling, or yelling, but that's with anybody not just him.
Suddenly the door opened and I heard the clicking of heels. I automatically hate the person, because they wore heals to a casual party, but I refrained from turning around.

"Funny you're out here, because I just saw Randall and from the looks of it I would think his girlfriend was miles and miles away." I knew immediately it was Tina from the annoying shrill condescending tone.
"What are you going on about?" I asked not bothering o take my eyes from the beautiful night sky.

"Oh just how I just saw your little fuckboy cramming his tongue down a stoners throat. But I guess you wouldn't care, because from what I heard it was all a sham." She said coming over and sitting beside me on a step. I felt my throat tighten, but I remained calm. This is Tina we are talking about and we all know the bullshit that comes out of her mouth sometimes.

"Tina, I really don't feel like talking to you right now." I said hoping she would take a hint and go away. But I could never be that lucky.

"I'm going to say something extremely out of character so brace yourself." She said gaining my attention and curiosity. I turned to look at her and surprisingly she didn't have a bitchy expression.

"Randall is an ass who will never settle no matter how much he likes a girl. Which honestly he does like you I've seen it." She said not looking at me just at the sky.

"That was out of character." I said feeling quite astonished.

"Don't get used to it I have a reputation to uphold." She said before winking and standing up leaving me shell shocked.

"Ew get out of my way skank." And the Tina I knew and hated was back. She walked away snootily with her nose in the air making me roll my eyes.

I processed what she said. It doesn't surprise me that Randall kissed some girl. I was prepared. It didn't make it feel any better though. I guess he just made my decision easier then. And with that my taxi pulled up.

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Not going to lie Im sad about him kissing another girl and I'm the one who wrote it. I would understand if you came to my house with pitch forks. Sorry for any writing mistakes, wrote most of this in the back of math and social studies so forgive me. Thanks for reading as always.