The tinny music drowned out the delirious laughs and drunk slurs in that house. It was night. The stars staring down at the kids in the back yard, quietly chucking to each of their constellations of the stupid memories the kids below were bound to make before the ever faithful sun rose again. The crowded walls smelt of sweat and cigarette smoke and there was an undeniable touch of sick.
But a girl stood leant against the wall, her pretty short brown tucked behind her ear and eyes glued to the empty red cup in her fingers. Millie. Ripped tights and velvet shorts, a pulled cardigan shadowing her shoulders. A boy, almost ironically, sat on the faded red couch across the room. His black hair stuck to his freckled face, sweat glistening on the skin under his darkened eyes. Leather jacket and scuffed shoes. He was Finn.
Too many bodies and um occupied furniture for them to see one another. He pushed himself off the ripped couch swaying his body towards the table that seemed to be melting. Shoving through two girls rubbing against each other, he glanced from the shuddering ground up. Their eyes met, and in an instant with an inexplicable only half conscious rush of emotion, they were in perfect communion. Stepping forward, he towered over the smaller girl, whose eyes stared into his curiosity drowning them. His hot breathe tickled her tinting cheeks. And almost too slowly his hands pressed against the wall either side of her shoulders. Tilting his head his lips brushed against her collar bone. Her fingers trailed up his waist to his shoulders, finally slipping around his neck. His lips drew across her skin up and up. Pressing his lips to her chin he placed them onto her slightly chapped ones. Her skin burned with every single touch. Her nails played with his hair and his hands were on her hips pushing her further into the wall. She couldn't help but moan when his teeth sunk gently into her bottom lip. The two, to anyone else looked like they had known each for months, years even but they had never met and they were drunk and bored and Finn thought this girl was the sexiest thing he's ever seen. 'jump' he whispered in her ear, nibbling at the skin. She wrapped her legs around his torso, clawing at his back now. His hand tickled the skin under her shirt. Smiling she slowly slowly pulled back, their noses brushing slightly. He let out a breathy laugh and she presser her lips to his nose. 'well' she giggled and he squeezed his eyes shut frozen from the splendid sound. She slowly untangled her legs from his body but still held onto his shoulders. 'come on' he sung.
With their hands locked they stumbled out to the back yard. Lying down in the dry grass they learnt everything. Millie's intricate spins on her life and the menacing thoughts and fears she had. Finn's theories and loves. About their fucked up families and their addictions. Guilty pleasures. Never did they get up and never did they talk aloud. Only hushed whispers and stolen glances. With only a few stranded kids left over, they lay until the ever faithful sun rose again.
'Their eyes met, and in an instant with an inexplicable only half conscious rush of emotion, they were in perfect communion. ' F. Scott Fitzgerald
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