Two Sticks and a Band

Chapter 3- A Party to Remember

=Kim POV=

I hold Seth's face close to mine, kissing making out deeply. She wraps her arms around my neck as I throw her onto the bed. I move down to her neck, kissing lightly. She squirms a bit, asking for more. So, I start leaving dark bruises along her neck. I hold her cheek in one hand, one making its way to one of her breasts. I continue my way down her neck, squeezing lightly. A gasp escapes from her mouth, squirming even more.
"God, you're so sensitive," I mumble to her. She doesn't reply, just moving her hands up to my hair. I move down the neckline of the black tank top she's wearing, placing my lips on one nipple and my hand on the other breast. Soft moans escape from her as she grips my hair, making it messy in the process. I lead my other hand down her stomach, reaching the hem of her pants as I suck harder. The moans become louder and more eager.

I wake up, immediately sitting up in surprise.
Did I really just have a wet dream? But, God... can I go back to sleep?

——
I explained to Stephen about what happened in my dream last night. It went a little like...
"I had a wet dream last night," I mumble to him as we walk behind the group.
"Seth?" He smirks at me. I just nod in return. "Was it good?" I nod again, nothing more to say. "Well, i'm definitely not gonna let this go."
Basically, he's gonna make fun of me for it.

———

The house is completely full of people. I look at the clock, eager to see her. 10:34. Is she not coming?
I lean against the back wall, red cup in hand full to the brim of some kind of beer i've never had before. This place reeks of weed, but it's normal for parties here.
"Hey," I hear a girl say. I look over to see Seth with a cup in hand as well. "What's that smell?"
"Hm? Weed?" I ask.
"Weed?!" She gasps. "Isn't that illegal?" She stands in front of me, looking up. She's so cute when she's oblivious.
"Not here, dummy," I laugh. She still looks surprised. "Wanna smoke some later? Its not bad, it's actually pretty relaxing."
"I'll have to think about it," she mumbles. "It's strictly against the law in France. I knew people here smoked, but I never new it was legal!"
I feel kind of disappointed she's not sure, my plan may go to shit.
"Then let's have a drink," I say, tapping my cup against hers and taking a huge sip. She follows quickly behind me. I cant shake off the dream. I just wish it could be real.
"This is ass," she laughs, looking down into the cup. It's already half gone.
"I agree," I reply, taking another sip. "Your first party, huh?"
She fiddles with the half drank cup in her hand nervously. "Yeah, i've never been a party person."
"Me neither," I say, finishing the drink off.
"Then why are you here?" she inquires. "Boyfriend?"
I laugh, "Ew, no."
"I figured you'd have a boyfriend," She says not sternly, but almost in a curious way.
"How come?"
"I mean, you're talented as hell and really pretty," she says, taking a sip from her drink. I look away, knowing my face is probably turning a bit red.
"You think so?" I ask, my voice shaking a bit.
"I know so-"
"GUYS" Scott yells at us, running up. "THE GIRL IN MY DREAMS. SHES HERE."
"Scott, you're going crazy," I state. He just ruined the moment of course.
"I'm not! She roller blades and leaves through a door and even sometimes talks to me!"
Seth looks up at him quickly. "Through a door? Where is she?" He points to an almost empty room with a pink haired girl in it.
Suddenly, Seth starts walking. And obviously, I have no choice but to follow. Scott though... stands there oblivious.
We walk up to the girl, Seth looking up at her. "You're in his dreams.. through a door... he has a sub space highway?"
The girl looks surprised, leaning up off of the wall to talk to her. "You..."
"No. I don't use the subspace highways, but it's cool to know that there's another one like me here." Like Scott was, now i'm oblivious. What is a subspace highway? "I'm Seth Bringam," She says, holding out her hand.
"Ramona Flowers," She states. "I'll see you around, shorty." And like that, the pink haired girl leaves.
Seth turns around to look up at me, startled. "She called me shorty!! Can you believe her!" I can't help but laugh in return.

——
About an hour passes of us just drinking more, though only us getting a bit buzzed. In the middle of a conversation, a guy shows up.
"Hey, cutie," he smirks, placing a hand around Seth's waist. She jumps from the sudden movement. "How about a drink with me? Seems like you're pretty alone here."
"I'm... okay," she says, looking down at her cup.
He starts sliding his hand down her hips, reaching around to her ass. "Oh, come on, now!"
No fucking way. I thought this generation was over with this shit.
"She said beat it, dude," I say sternly, giving him my usual death stare.
"Friends with a ginger? You could do so much better," he laughs to her.
"Beat. It." I practically bark. He gives me a dirty look before taking his hand off of her and treading away annoyed.
"Are you okay?" I ask, putting a hand on her shoulder and leaning down to her.
"I'm alright, don't worry!" She chuckles. I cant tell if it's her usual nervous chuckle or an uncomfortable one, but I know it's not good. "And don't listen to what he said, one in a million gingers can be cool... and you're one of them!"
"Thanks," I smile. She's getting back to her usual self.
"You know..." she mumbles. "I think I could use a smoke."