The weekend after their mall hangout, Kayakoi received an invitation to the TikTok Rizz Rarty hosted by one of his friends from the soccer team. He immediately thought of Dial and decided to invite her. Dial was hesitant at first but eventually agreed, curious about experiencing a typical high school party.
The night of the party, Kayakoi picked up Dial in his jeep. She was dressed casually in ripped jeans and a fitted top, looking both nervous and excited. Kayakoi wore a confident smile, trying to hide his own nerves about bringing her to a place where things could get a bit wild.
"Ready for this?" Kayakoi asked as they pulled up to the house, music already thumping from inside.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Dial replied with a small smile.
They walked into the house, greeted by a wave of loud music, laughter, and the smell of various snacks and drinks. Kayakoi introduced Dial to some of his friends, who welcomed her warmly. She stuck close to Kayakoi at first, but as the night went on, she began to relax and enjoy herself.
They played games, danced, and chatted with other partygoers (backrooms reference?). Dial found herself laughing more than she had in a long time, enjoying the carefree atmosphere. Kayakoi, too, was having a great time, constantly checking to make sure Dial was comfortable and having fun.
At some point during the night, they both ended up with drinks in their hands. Neither of them were heavy drinkers, but the excitement of the party and the encouragement of their friends led them to indulge a bit more than usual. The alcohol made them laugh louder and dance with more abandon.
"You're a pretty good dancer," Kayakoi said, his words slightly slurred as they moved to the beat of the music.
"You're not so bad yourself," Dial replied, giggling as she stumbled slightly.
Kayakoi caught her, his arms steadying her. "Careful there," he said, his face close to hers.
Dial looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of amusement and something else, something deeper. "Thanks, Kayakoi. You're always there to catch me."
For a moment, the noise of the party faded into the background. They stood there, swaying slightly, lost in each other's gaze. Then, without thinking, Kayakoi leaned in, and Dial met him halfway. Their lips touched, softly at first, then more passionately as they both gave in to the moment.
The kiss felt electric, a perfect blend of warmth and excitement. They pulled each other closer, the rest of the world forgotten. When they finally broke apart, both were breathless and slightly dazed.
"Wow," Dial whispered, her fingers lightly touching her lips.
"Yeah," Kayakoi replied, his mind spinning. "Wow."
The rest of the night was a blur. They danced more, laughed more, and eventually found a quiet corner to sit and talk, their heads resting against each other. As the TikTok Rizz Party wound down, Kayakoi realized they needed to get home. He helped Dial to her feet, and they made their way to his car.
The drive back was quiet, both of them lost in a haze of alcohol and fatigue. When they reached Dial's house, Kayakoi walked her to the door, their movements slow and sleepy.
"Thanks for tonight," Dial said, leaning against the doorframe. "I had a lot of fun."
"Me too," Kayakoi replied, his eyes heavy. "Good night, Dial."
"Good night, Kayakoi," she said, giving him a sleepy smile before heading inside.
Kayakoi drove home, his mind foggy but filled with a warm sense of happiness. He collapsed into bed as soon as he got home, the events of the night swirling in his mind before sleep claimed him.
The next morning, Kayakoi woke up with a pounding headache and a dry mouth. He groaned, rubbing his forehead as he tried to piece together the events of the previous night. It was all a blur, snippets of conversations, flashes of dancing, and... something else. Something important.
Dial woke up in a similar state, her head throbbing as she sat up in bed. She tried to remember what had happened at the party, but everything after the first few drinks was hazy. She vaguely recalled dancing, laughing, and then... nothing.
Both of them spent the morning trying to shake off their hangovers, sipping water and taking aspirin. As the fog in their minds began to lift, they each felt a nagging sensation that something significant had happened, but they couldn't quite grasp what it was.
Kayakoi picked up his phone, hesitating for a moment before sending a text to Dial.
Hey, you okay? Last night was pretty wild.
A few minutes later, Dial replied.
Yeah, I'm okay. Head's killing me though. Do you remember much from last night?
Kayakoi frowned at his phone, trying to piece together the fragments of his memory.
Not really. It's all kind of a blur. Do you?
Dial's response was quick.
Nope. Just bits and pieces. Guess we had a good time, though?
Kayakoi chuckled softly, despite the pounding in his head.
Yeah, I guess we did. Maybe we should hang out again soon, when we're not, you know, recovering from a party.
I'd like that, Dial replied.
As they both went about their day, the memory of the kiss lingered just out of reach, a tantalizing mystery waiting to be rediscovered. For now, though, they were content to focus on their growing friendship, unaware of the spark that had already been kindled between them.
