The Question

Chapter Eleven

"MOBY STOP!" I shouted as we ran down the sidewalks of Swagville. His tight grip on my wrist loosened as there were fewer and fewer people in the streets. We stopped in an alleyway and he turned around, his eyes filled with desperation. I looked at their orange face and how distraught he appeared.

Around us were only cement walls, no problems of the real world. Just us, and the faraway sounds of daily life. "Can I kiss you?" Moby asked, holding me in a trance. I was speechless. Did he just ask me...

I had fantasized about this moment endless times. At this point, my knees were weak and all I wanted was to drown in his embrace. To be completely swallowed by his kiss, so with a slight nod, everything would forever change between us. He pinned me against the wall roughly and smashed his metal lips onto mine. I sank into it and the tension was unbearable.

This was so much different from anything I'd ever felt. Moby's entire body pressed against mine and our tongues dancing in each other's mouths lit my skin on fire. At this point, I was melting into their arms, a panting mess. This was my second kiss ever, the first being a random girl at summer camp during truth or dare, and boy was this one hot. I had no idea what was happening but at the same time, I never felt more aware or alive. All my senses had heightened and I could feel Moby's hands roaming my body, I could hear the sounds we were making, and I could taste the metals used to make them.

Every break we took I spent just recollecting air into my lungs and trying to think of anything besides the unholy things running through my mind at the current moment. Nothing was going through my mind besides Moby.

"Moby.. can we talk about this? Please..." I trailed off as Moby started to kiss me again and I was beginning to get irritated. I started to push him away till I was fed up with it. I shoved him into the other wall of the alley with a crash. I grimaced but continued, "Moby, stop. What is going on with y- MOBY! Come back!"

Moby began to walk out of the alleyway.
I followed him out after catching my breath but he was already leaving the block. "You can't leave like this! We just made out?!" I yelled after them, but it was too late.

What the f*** was going on?

Author's Note: I screamed into my pillow so many times writing this chapter I felt like I was making a metal album.