Costco Kisses

I fainted and Cracked my Head Open

"Give me my phone back," I growled at Charlotte as she took my phone as I was sending out invitations for the impromtu party we were throwing tonight.

The night had been a slow kind of weed night and we were feeling like we needed to be amped up, you know, teenage cravings. We were sitting by the pool and I had been going on nonstop about Kyla. I could feel Danielle and Charlotte really didn't care but to be honest I didn't mind if they did or didn't. I was so wrapped up in my own world that I didn't notice Charlotte had taken my phone until I heard the little message sent noise.

"Who did you just text?" I asked fed up with her behavior, we had already invited all the people we needed. She just smiled evilly. I got up to grab the phone from her when she held it over the pool.

"Don't you dare!" I yelled and stopped from my running position. She let it out of her hand for a second then caught it again and I swear I almost fainted.

"You don't get this back till the end of the night," She said and put it into her bra. She knew I wouldn't go there.

"Can you at least tell me who you texted?" I sighed out knowing I was not getting that phone back.

"You'll see when she gets here, so hurry up and get this place ready for the party," She said and got up from the edge of the pool.  I sighed once again and paused for a moment when she went inside and felt the cold sunset breeze nip at my nose. Charlotte can be so difficult sometimes.

~~~

The house was set up by 8:00 pm and we had refreshments for everyone. Danielle had gone and bought a keg and put it in the back yard. Charlotte and I had cleaned up the house and set out an assortment of psychedelics, cocaine and beer on the table along with chips and M&Ms.

People started filling the spaces, mingling in the hot air trying to get lucky. Sleazy guys who were either high or drunk and girls who were trying to find 'Prince Charming' in a pile of drug addicts. Those addicts were my friends.

I had had just about three shots of Malibu and a cup of jungle juice meaning I was quite drunk already. The main reason for this was because I was getting worried about the person Charlotte invited. I mean who knows who it could be. It could be my ex but I don't know why Charlotte would invite her.

I caught up with Alehka and Juliana, they showed up about 30 minutes after the party started and I saw them dancing in the backyard to Soulja Boy.

"How are you guys?" I asked over the pumping music. They giggled back and Juliana hugged me hello, obviously already intoxicated.

"Hiii! Oh my gosh, I'm on so many drugs right now," Juliana yelled smiling at me with dialated eyes. I looked to Alehka.

"Nothing too hard, just edibles and acid," Alehka reassured, "Also I'm her trip sitter so she'll be fine." I laughed at the two of them and then brought up what was really on my mind.

"Do you know who Charlotte invited?" I asked her as she coralled Juliana from falling into the pool.

"Yeah, but she told me not to tell you so I gotta dip." She said laughing as she followed Juliana who had suddenly gotten fantasized by the planter with cannibis planted in rows.

I was secretly wishing it was Kyla. I've been thinking about her all night and now that I have her number it very well could be her that Charlotte invited.

The party was in full swing when I stepped outside into the front yard and stood on the porch nursing a Truly. That's when I spotted her. She was wearing a black tank top with a cardigan, blue high-waisted jeans and some chuck taylors. She looked beautiful.

Kyla.

I was star struck, and quite drunk. Fuck, I'd never felt this way before. It was a mix of emotions and alcohol in my system. Suddenly I was out of breath and I had wobbly knees. Not realizing in my drunken stupor I tried to walk towards her and missed my footing stepping off the concrete and slipped, hitting my head on a pot on the porch. 

~~~

I woke up in Charlotte's bedroom. I could tell because of the pictures of her and her boyfriend on the nightstand when I opened my eyes. When I became aware of my surroundings I noticed Kyla patting my forehead. I sat straight up in shock and hit Kyla's head with mine.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed clenching my head. "What's happening?"

Charlotte was here as well as a girl named Miriam I had seen around school a couple of times. She sure could clean up nice, she was wearing a black skirt, fishnets and a black shirt with dark red lipstick on. I looked back to Kyla and I got a feeling in my stomach like I was going to throw up but, it also gave me goosebumps.

"You passed out in the front yard," Miriam said, "don't worry you only have been asleep for 10 minutes."

"Bro I thought you died," Charlotte said and steadied her rapid breath. I took my hand from on top of my head and saw there was blood.

"Holy shit I'm bleeding!" I said and widened my eyes. I looked at Kyla and she rolled her eyes and pushed my shoulder down with a force you wouldn't expect to come from her.

"I was tending to your head before you jerked up and hit mine," She said and grabbed a small purple towel and patted my head again.

"Thanks..." I trailed off feeling like shit because she seemed mad.

"Whelp, I'm going to go enjoy the party, what do you say Charlotte?" Miriam said noticing the tension between Kyla and me. Charlotte nodded and they both rushed out of the room.

"So...why did you fall over?" Kyla asked me trying her best to break the awkward silence, the answer would be even more awkward.

"I had too much to drink I guess," I partially lied to her and for the first time in a while, I felt actually bad. I never felt bad lying to my teachers or parents or friends but for some reason it felt really gut wrenchingly bad with her.

She laughed and I realized I could listen to her all the time. Her laugh literally sounded like music to my ears and I freaked out. This can't be happening. No, it doesn't exist. Love does not exist.

But..I mean, what's so bad about puppy love anyways?

 Puppy love won't do you no harm, right? I was seriously doubting my own self right now and I needed to act on these thoughts.

The urge to kiss her was so very strong. Her lips pouted perfectly, her eyes were vast oceans of blackness and they were pulling me in, there was so much I wanted to do to her, kiss her, hold her, and keep her forever. It was either all over or a new beginning if I kissed her.

What's the worst that could happen?

I grabbed the back of her neck, her eyes focused on me. I focused on her lips. I grabbed her cheek being pleased with the softness of her skin. She tensed under my touch.

I leaned in and...Kiss.