The Makeover

Chapter 12 - Awkward

"George, what the hell did you do with the lights?" I shouted as I walked away from Max and stood near the stairs. It was so dark, I couldn't see a speck of light.

"The fuse blew up! I swear I just tried to switch the bulb on!" George hollered back. "We can't see a damn thing! Do you have a torchlight somewhere?"

I growled, frustrated at George's attitude. First off, the whole house is dark, our parents are not here, it's late and we can't call an electrician and last but not the least, two boys are with us. Isn't this just perfect? 

"Max, do you have your cell?" I asked him, without looking at him. I was scared shit. What had I done, kissing Max like that? Oh god, what would Amanda say when she heard about it? George would be so disgusted with me. And Adam? I couldn't guess his reaction since I didn't know how serious he was about us. 

"Yep." Max said, popping the letter 'p'. He stood beside me and flashed the light towards the stairs. "Can you see the light now?" He asked George.

"Yes. We're coming." 

After a whole fifteen minutes, they both were safely downstairs. Actually, I shouldn't say 'safe'. Because George fell down the stairs and hurt his knees. We all now gathered into the kitchen and kept quiet. It was haunting silence in the house. We were not ready to sleep, and we had nothing to do.

I groaned with boredom and buried my head into my hands. Adam who was sitting beside me patted my arms consolingly. Max just kept taking deep breaths, which was damn distracting. 

"Would you stop breathing loudly?" I snapped at him. 

He snickered. "Now you have a problem with my breathing? If I stop, I'll die. You'd like that Tina?" He poked my arms with his forefinger. 

I slapped his hand away and sighed, "Whatever." I mumbled. "I'm just bored."

"Let us play spin the bottle. You know..." He grabbed an empty bottle from a drawer. Soon, we started asking each other questions. 

It was my turn to answer and Max's turn to question me. He stared at me for a minute and then an evil smile spread across his face. When I said 'evil' I meant it. You know, when the villain sees the heroine and smiles his 'evil' smile? Well, you get that. 

"Have you kissed anyone other than Adam?" He asked with a sly smile and added, "Was he your first kiss?" 

Adam and George stilled, and I gasped, "What do you mean kissed?" 

"Kissed anyone before Adam or after him or whatever." He waved his hand.

Oh, was he trying to play some game here? Wanted me to get in trouble or something? I knew I had to tell Adam the truth someday, but I just couldn't do it now and spoil our whole night. Next time when we're alone, I promised myself. 

I raised my eyebrows at him, silently daring him to contradict my sentence. "I never had a boyfriend before, you know. And No, I have kissed no one beside Adam."

He stared and stared for god knows how many minutes. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Adam relax his posture and George smiled at me. 

"Okay." he shrugged as if his question was a normal one, but his eyes told me otherwise. I realised that we both were quite affected by the kiss we shared. I wondered what would have happened if Adam wasn't my boyfriend and I was single. 

And right after my turn, the bottle once again landed on Max and me but I had to question him. I smiled my wicked smile at him too. He grinned, bowing his head at me.

"Have you kissed anyone-- I know you've kissed many people-- But one kiss which was... um... mind-blowing or something like that," I asked, distracted by the question myself. He had kissed almost all the cheer-leaders. There must have been a kiss which was unforgettable.