Invisible

Chapter 21

For a record, there was a small part of me that was a little agitated to the bet I gave to Darren. One of us has to beg to bed the other. For a while, I realized how crazy the bet was. Both of us were freaking virgins and we have no idea about sex. What is going to happen if one begs the other? Shit.

But hey, somehow, being someone who is out of experience seemed to be a little station for me. I want to cross few of the lines. I'm sure that I'll cross those lines with Darren. I don't know, I think it would be healthy if the two of us would step out of both our comfort zones.

I sighed. Whatever happens, I'll just promise myself that I won't regret it. I'm sure whatever happens, it would get me and Darren happy. Who knows, it might as well improve our relationship. Emotionally and physically.

"Nic," my boyfriend spoke from beside me. It woke me up from my reverie so I snapped my head to his direction. Too bad that I snapped it faster than I intended to, my neck nearly got disconnected from my body.

"Hm?" I hummed questioningly as I looked at his relaxed features. For a moment, I thought that he isn't as bothered as me upon the bet. Maybe I'm just getting a little paranoid.

"Look at this," he stretched his arm to me and I gladly took his hand on mine, the blank spaces between my fingers now filled with his fingers, filling in the spaces just as perfect. "I don't know, I think it's going to be fun."

I looked at his laptop. There was like a poster thing on the screen. It says THE VOICE KIDS. It sounded fun, really. It got me wondering and ended up with one thing on my mind. I looked at Darren. "You want to join, huh?"

I saw the faint happy glint on his beautiful small eyes. "I don't know." He said, shrugging his shoulders lightly. "But it really sounds fun to me."

I read few of the details and every detail that I read; I was feeling some army of butterflies in my tummy. If Darren was going to join this thing and end up winning, he's gonna be an official singer in the network that plays the competition. And considering Darren's indescribable talents, there is a huge chance for him to win this thing. This is going to be a big step towards his dream.

"This is huge," I told Darren. "Something like the competition we both went to when we were ten or something."

"Yeah," he agreed, "I haven't told my mother yet. If she agrees on me on joining this one, I think I would definitely consider it."

"I'm sure Tita Marinel would consider this one," I said, placing my hand on his shoulder and I felt his muscles relax at my touch, "She already supported you in the small singing contest just few weeks ago. And don't forget her support when you were in The Next Star."

His face lightened up. "Yeah," he agreed again, "What if she won't?"

"She will," I assured him.

"Will you join with me?" he asked me, now holding both of my arms and making me face him. "You know, like in The Next Star?"

I laughed at him. "No," I told him, "I'm just going to be a member of the audience. Be your fan, you know, you have a supportive and fanatic girlfriend." I pointed out, popping my eyebrows at him and he just laughed at me and planted a kiss on my nose.

"I like your nose," he noted and started to pinch my nose lightly. "It's small," he laughed and I ended up smacking his arm.

"Hey, this buddy is good in smelling," I told him as I held my nose. "Compared to your nose, it's so straight! I don't even know if it's perfectly pointed like Logan Lerman's or if it's really just straight."

"Hey, you're mean!" he laughed, touching his nose. "This one's good in smelling, too!"

"Mainly because noses are made for smelling, dummy," I said and started to make a move to stand up, only to be pulled by Darren and ended up being butt-flat back to the floor beside him. I was about to protest but Darren started poking my sides and I was having a total major laughing session.

"Darren!" I exclaimed as I tried to avoid his poking fingers. God, I might as well end up dead because of laughing to hard and having a hard time to catch my breath.

My hands moved up to Darren and I poked his armpits, making him jerk as a reaction from his ticklish part. I continued to do so and by the looks of it, we looked like we were lunatics trying to tickle each other. Thank God for Darren's ticklish sides, my tickling moves were making him stop from tickling me. With that, I made a move towards him as I continued to poke his armpits.

As though on purpose, Darren lay on the floor of his room and I went closer to him, ending up in a straddling position. My legs were on either side of him and I was on top of him, tickling him to death.

"Stop, stop," he breathed between his laughter, trying to swat my hands away from his armpits. With a chuckle, I stopped tickling him and placed both of my hands on either side of his head. "I never knew we would be in this position a little earlier." He noted.

"Oh, shut up," I disclosed him before linking my lips to his. There was really a part of my head already telling me to do so, so I did. If I'm going to sound cliché, so be it, but Darren's lips were getting me lost in world. Making me feel like nothing else mattered. Just the two of us. Just Darren and Nicole. Nicole and Darren. Nothing more and nothing less.

The kiss was passionate, but there was a hit of lust, of course, I won't deny that. My eyes ended up opening wide when I felt Darren ask for permission when he licked my bottom lip. I shrugged the thoughts away. This contact is killing me in a good way, so I gladly grant him the entrance he yearned for and shut my eyes again when I felt his warm tongue swarm around the recesses of my mouth.

My boyfriend's hands were wandering, but it stopped and found home in the back pockets of my jeans, his fingers making unknown patterns on the denim material and on my bum, basically. A huge amount of warm pleasure and euphoria built in, in a part deep down my belly when I felt Darren's hard on excitement on my bum. This just encouraged me to make our make out session a little more heated. My hands were settled on his hair, making it unruly as I can't help but get lost on this ecstasy that we were into.

He pulled away from me, giving both of us some time to breathe and supply our lungs enough oxygen. I looked at Darren, on his lips to be more precise and smirked when I saw how beautifully swollen they were. I made that.

"Why'd you stopped? It's obvious that we were enjoying that." I told him and nearly smacked my head hard when my voice came out sounding husky. I could basically feel my eyes get too much dilated.

He smirked back to me, his eyes on my lips and smiled when he noticed how swollen they were too. He was probably admiring his work. "God, you're not staying up there." he stated. Before I could even register what he meant, he rolled over and now, he was the one on top of me and I was the one beneath.

The contact was repeated. We were like crazy couples desperately making out on a floor. But right now, I don't care what we looked like. This contact is making my wits go wandering away. His hands were on my hips, mines were staying on his hair, the spiky hairdo now long gone.

His lips were warm against mine and I just can't explain everything by words now. I'm slowly losing my own control. His lips went away from me, only to meet my jaw. I moaned, the sound escaping my lips before I can even stop it. "God, Darren, just beg for it. This would definitely end to that, anyway,"

His kisses stopped and there was a big pile of regret now hitting me. "Nah, I won't," he said before connecting our lips. "I'll just keep on kissing you all the time, so maybe that would make you give in. Maybe it would make you beg for it, too."

I sneered at his words. "Oh, really?" I asked him. "Maybe you'll be the one to beg for it, not me, Espanto." I told him and he just shrugged. "Well?" I asked, my hands still on his hair. "If none of us would beg for it, can't you just keep on kissing me? Coz hell, I'm enjoying this." this made him smirk and that was his cue to plant his lips on mine, and we started to fight for dominance with our lips.