a little collection

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His girlfriends house seems different now, almost tainted with the dirty secret that was held in the treehouse not too far ahead.

I get a flash of that night, when I was on his lap, kissing him, and him kissing me back, our breaths intertwining, smelling of beer as he pulled up my shirt and me pulling up his-

A splash of some alcohol hitting my shirt snaps me out of the memory, and I grimace, swiping at it with my hand. The memory slips back, and I sit down on the couch, letting it go.

"You're literally wasted right now. How much of a lightweight are you, Sally?" Connor snickers, helping me up into the treehouse, the party blaring in the back.

"I only had four beers, I swear!" I laugh, looking up. There was a hole in the ceiling, just big enough to see the moon and a couple stars.

"This is really pretty." I muse, and he makes a sound of agreement.

"Ari and I would always go up here when we were little, and since there obviously wasn't a TV, we would do everything else. You name it, we did it. From Tic Tac Toe to chess. It was always a good time." He says, leaning back on his hands, a dreamy look in his eyes.

"You two went way back, didn't you?" I ask, looking over.

"Yeah, our moms were best friends."

"I have a question."

"Shoot."

"How come you've been so nice to me lately? I mean, before all we did was argue."

"That's why. Arguing with you 24/7 got really boring. I know you aren't the heinous bitch you always put yourself as when we argue. I wanted to see the happy you." He explains, a smirk on his face.

"I guess that makes sense. Did you expect to see me this drunk?"

He laughs, his head going back.

"That, Sal, I did not expect. It's a real surprise." I smile when he calls me Sal, because it's the first time anyone's given me a nickname.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks.

"Anything."

"Do you ever think you and I have ever had a connection at some point? Like, romantically?" He asks, and when I see his face, he looks dead serious.

"Yeah. I remember having the biggest crush on you in eighth grade."

"No way."

"Yeah, way! You and I were lab partners in science, and you were so nice and everything a nerdy eighth grade girl would want, so I had a crush on you."

He guffaws, and I laugh too, both of us drunk and happy under the moonlight.

"You know, Connor, you're not as bad as I always deem you to be." I say once the laughter dies.

We look in each other's eyes for a moment, and we lean in fast, our lips making contact. It's almost like heaven, how his lips feel, and he places his hands on either side of my face, gently pulling me in closer.

I wrap my arms around his waist, and our kisses become more intense as he pulls up my top, and I repeat the actions. He pulls me up onto his lap, so now I slightly tower him as we kiss even more.

It feels raw, the cool air of the night on my bare back, feeling the bumps of his spine as his hands feel my waist.

That's when the startling thought crosses my mind- He has a girlfriend.

I pull away, hastily reaching for my shirt, climbing off his lap. He looks confused, if not a little hurt.

"Sal, what's wrong?" He asks, grabbing his own shirt.

"Connor, you have a girlfriend, we can't do this." I answer, pulling my shirt over my head.

"But..I want this." He whispers.

"I want it too, but I can't let you do that to Ariana. It would destroy her."

"Sometimes I wonder if you have any bad in you."

"Just go back to the party, and kiss your girlfriend, not me." I say, beginning to climb down the wooden ladder.

I open my eyes, not even realising they were even closed. I look over, and Connor and Ariana are kissing next to me, but his eyes pierce mine, filled with melancholy and regret.

I stand, and I leave through the back door, going into the woods with the treehouse.

I look up, and the moon casts silver rays over the dewy floor, and I sit, propping my back up to the trunk of a tree. Soft footsteps echo by me, and a figure sits on the opposite side of the trunk.

"Sal, you have no idea how badly I want to kiss you all the time." Connor says, his voice holding back every emotion.

"I know." I whisper.

"Every time I kiss Ariana now, it feels empty. The one you and I had was everything I could imagine."

"Connor...." I start, but stands, going to sit in front of me.

"Sal, I can't explain how I feel about you. But I know for sure that I want to be with you and not Ariana. It's hard to break up with her, but I'm going to. I don't want to leave you with one kiss. I want you." He says, his brown eyes filling with tears.

Any self control I had before flies out the window as I grab his shirt and pull him towards me, kissing him. He relaxes against me, and wraps his arms around my waist, as we kiss on the forest floor. He breaks away for a moment to whisper something, his breath feathery on my lips.

"I knew there was some bad in you, Sal."

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I might make a whole other story out of this, I'm not sure.