Forgotten

Shaken Not Stirred

Chapter 10: Shaken Not Stirred

I hold my sweater and bite my tongue. I tangle my ankles while sitting here awkwardly. What am I doing here anyway?

"We should drink," he stares at me, laying back in his chair with his legs wide open.

"Huh?" I cough. I swallow.

"We should have a couple drinks," Aaron. Aaron gets up and stares down at me.

"I don't care," I stare up at him. "We can do whatever."

We never kissed. Since that weird conversation, it's been so awkward and dreadful. I have no idea what to say. I walked away. He knows how I feel, I think.

"Come, let's see what we have," he comes up to me and bends down to my face. His hair tickles my forehead. "I have a lot here."

"Where are your parents?" I don't move my head, I just look up then down again, at the floor. I can't even look him in the eye. I'm horrible.

"Out," he straightens up, towering over me.

"Are they coming home?" I swallow again. I feel his eyes burning into my skull.

"No," he says coldly.

I stand up and turn my head, he's literally pressed up against my chest. It feels like the hundredth time. He doesn't move, so I do. I face him, as he stares blankly at the chair I left. He inhales and then releases with a poor sigh.

"I have a bong and money, Chase," his eyes trail up to mine. "I want to get fucked up," he smirks. He swings his head to the side and inhales.

"Okay," I stand there.

"What's up with you," he gulps unexpectedly. "Chase."

I stare at him. He knows. Should I even speak? No. He returns a look.

"Fuck Chase," he blows up in my face. He's mad. Really mad. "What the fuck?"

I stare at him and give him a slow burn.

"What?" I brace my jaw and stand taller.

He narrows his eyes, observing my face. He comes closer, and opens his mouth, "don't fucking ask what, you know what."

"No, Aaron, no I don't."

"You fucking walked away! Who the fuck does that?" He growls.

"I do. I'm not gay, Aaron," I look him straight in the eye, tightening them.

"Fuck that," his breaths harsh and painfully. "You feel the same way I do."

"Do I? And you know that?" I breathe in and clench my lips together. My eyes still locked to his.

"Yes. Actually I do, for one, you said so. And two, I see it. I see it in your eyes," I turn my head and cringe my eyes, I look up again but I avoid him from looking me straight in the eyes.

I don't say anything. I do feel the same way, but it's wrong.

"It's wrong, right? That's what you think?" His voice lights up a little bit.

I look him in the eyes, then back to the corner.

"Fuck it," he jumps towards me as he grabs my neck with both hands and pulls my head to his and our lips, our lips are pressed together. My eyes still open, slowly closing.

My hands dangle by my side, our lips depart, but then they meet again, then repeating, his sweet tongue touches the tips of my lips. Our breath both harsh and weak, a tad nervous. He walks backwards, pulling me from my head and we both fall onto the coffee table.