Throttle The Ignition

10. Fist Up, Head Down, Hail, Hail To The King

My eyes opened with a start, a gaspy moan leaving my lips. My dilated pupils shrunk down to small black pricks in my eyes because of the sudden change in light, and my lips moved against Poison’s. Suddenly he pulled away, mumbling out an apology, cheeks hastily going a bright red. I stifled a sigh – I’d mucked it up, again.

“Throttle!” He gasped, licking his lips, “I’m so sorry… I thought it’d wake you… I mean…urm…oh, god!” He mumbled in embarrassing agony and I ducked my head also in deep embarrassment. I tried to move my lips, but they were stuck in a stupid, goofy grin. Poison had just kissed me! Kissed! Me! Arg!

Finally I got my lips to move and I choked out a reply,

“Th-thanks…” I stuttered, “Uh. Uh… uh, what, uh, happened? To, uh, me, I mean…” I trailed off, feeling so totally awkward and stupid. But Party Poison kissed me! Me!

“Uh, well…” Poison said, the red tinge in his cheeks slowly fading as he boldly met my eye, “You fainted when we were in the kitchen and then we carried you back here. You’ve been out for nearly a day. The rest of the guys went out Drac killing – I, uh, stayed here.” I smiled in gratitude,

“Thanks so much… Poison,” I shyly met his eye, but instead of his usual cocky smirk or permanent grimace on Poison’s face was a smile, the remainder of worry and horror just leaving his eyes that were now being replaced by a warm kind look that made me feel fuzzy in the pit of my stomach. He is so gorgeous close up. His warm hazel eyes glanced down at me filled with happiness and my spirit soared. He grabbed my hands slowly and held them firmly, tracing patterns on the pads with his thumbs,

“No problem. I was worried about you.” He said, gaining confidence, “You really scared me just a moment ago, you couldn’t open your eyes and you were crying and shaking…” I cringed just thinking about it and Poison’s smile tipped downwards into a frown, clearing he was thinking due to the fact that his forehead was all creased up and wrinkled with worry.

“Poison!” Dr D dragged out the word as he made his way into the room, in which Poison and I were sat, my hands in his, faces flushed red and sweaty.

“Ah!” Dr Death let out a deep gasp as he saw us together; hands entwined and faces red, “Ah! Sorry for, uh, intruding…!” He cried before turning on his heel and rushing out the door in embarrassment. Poison and I instantly sprung apart, our cheeks once again flooding a deep crimson red colour, leaping to different sides of the bed and looking around in embarrassment.

“Oh, god…” Poison muttered, brushing his hand through his delicious red hair, looking panicked.

I glanced up at him in worry – would he get all angry and storm out?

I peeked at him from under my lashes, and, surprisingly, his face was angled towards mine, looking directly at me from the other side of the room. His face was soft; eyes kind.

We looked at each other; silent for a minute.

And then we burst out in uncontrollable and unstoppable laughter.