YOUNG VOLCANOES

twenty six

It was dark, My chest was raising and falling and the feeling of ecstasy ran through my veins.

With each air intake I felt my energy draining out of me. I felt hands on my body. Hands that gripped me tightly, they held me. A pair of them more lovingly and sensitive than the other. A pair of them which seemed to synch with me as if we where a perfect fit. A pair of hands that treated me with such care that just the possibility that they belonged to Alex, felt absurd.

In a sudden moment of euphoric pleasure all the hands let go of me.  And so I fell, surrendered in a deep sleep.

A loud banging on the door awoke me. I felt hungover but I was very much still drunk. My father's voice echoed through the door.

"ALEX, YOU'RE LATE FOR CLASS. EVEN SAM ALREADY LEFT!" he yells and I shoot out of the bed in alarm, thinking that I should open the door and inform him that I'm right here, naked and in Alex's room. It would be funny to see his reaction.

I rip the blanket off from the bed, wrapping myself in it and scurring to the door.

"What the hell?" Alex asks in a scrunchy morning voice, probably woken by the sudden exposure. My hands wrap around the handle and I stare at Alex. He sits confused and naked on bed but his eyes widen making him resemble an owl. I begin to open the door.

Alex shoots out the bed and slams the door back close, before I can open it more than two inches.

"Alex! Did you just slam the door on me?!" My Dad yells from the other side.

"No! I'm sorry Uncle Ashton, I have the flu and I won't be going to class today" Alex yells.

"What?! Let me check on you!" My Dad says and Alex tries to put the back on the handle but is too slow. The door shoots open and Alex slams his body against it. The sudden THUD waking up Felix and making me shriek in alarm.

"What was that?!" My Dad screams. "I just sneezed! It's okay, I'm not dressed and I'd hate for you to be late to work!" Alex states, hurrying for my Dad to leave.

"Alrighty then. I'll call your Dad so he comes over later and checks up. If you see Sam around, tell her that I want to hear all about her first day when I get back." my Dad says and after some seconds we hear the front door close and he's gone.

Alex looks at me, he's clearly tipsy but functional.

"You're so hot. I want to eat you alive" I state as I wrap my arms around Alex's neck, letting the blanket fall to the ground.

"Sam" he chuckles at my uncaringness but I slam my lips into his. He runs his hands all around my waist and I smile into the kiss.

The feeling of this actually being real, it was too overwhelming. The alcohol still controlled me but I was stupidly happy. I'd spent so much time convincing myself that I didn't want this but I did, God, I did.

"Shit, guys..." Felix announces as he sits on the bed. I turn to him with a smile but he isn't laughing. "What's wrong?" I ask.

"I don't feel so well..." he says and begins to cough. A loud scary cough, the one only a chocking man is able to create. I stare in horror but it's not too long before a giant gulp of blood is shot out with his cough. Felix stares at the dark red stain on Alex's bed and his eyes begin to quiver in fear.

Alex soon runs next to his best friend, handing him a t-shirt and asking if he can stand up. To which Felix looks at Alex and bluntly replies "I did something bad guys..."

My drunkenness is not letting me properly react to the situation. I just sit blankly at the sidelines as I see how Felix slowly faints. Alex yells for me to call 911 and so I run out the room and do.