The Experiment (Draft)

Burps

Lydia:

I slide into the hot tub next to Luke, hoping to calm him a bit before Owen gets down here. All of the sudden, Luke is on top of me crushing his lips to mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I try to push him off, but he holds himself in place, the back of my head against the hot tub. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. Well, there is only one thing to do. I bite down, hard. That seems to do the trick.

"What the- what was that?" He demands, holding his hand over his mouth.

"I don't know Luke! You're the one sticking your tongue down my throat!" I yell back

"I thought- I just- I thought you would like it.."

"Like getting pinned with no other option to get out than to hurt you? Yeah, I would really like that." I say with obvious sarcasm.

"No, I thought you would like being, well, forced."

"Luke, do you hear yourself? You honestly sound like one of those college party rapists."

"But isn't that what Owen does to you?" It all finally makes sense. He is trying to make me happy by acting manly. But he doesn't realize...

"Luke, you and Owen are two different people, with two different personalities. If you act like Owen, then you do I hang out with you when I could hang out with Owen? If you kiss like Owen, then why do I kiss you?" I can practically see the gears turning in his head, things clicking into place. He moves farther away from me, just as Owen comes through the door, with some champagne glasses, and a and behind his back.

"Guess what I found?" He taunts as he pulls a sparkling cider bottle from behind his back.

"Maybe we should save that for dinner." I suggest. Owen nods in agreement, and goes back inside. When he comes back he is holding the glasses again, and a gallon of iced tea.

"I wanted to feel fancy, and the tea is ice cold..." 

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I've been craving tea, and oh my goodness I'm excited!" I squeel. Owen and Luke give me weird looks.

"What? I can be American and still be in love with tea."  Owen fills my champagne flute brim full, and I chug it in under five seconds. I stick it out for a refill. He raises his eyebrows at me, and I burp, we all laugh. After he pours himself and Luke a glass, he hands me the jug.

"Luke are you a germaphobe?" Owen asks, and Luke shakes his head."Okay Lid, just drink it straight. I down the gallon in ten minutes, and burp again. We laugh, and I secretly pray that there is more teabags in the pantry.