"Dude, I have an idea."
I legit get scared by that statement. Wyatt's drunken ideas are never good news. Especially when I'm too drunk myself to see that.
We've been playing Halo 5 and getting shitfaced for the last two hours, and the dark bedroom is seriously starting to move on its own. The things that were troubling me an hour ago seems laughable now.
"What again?"
I don't even pause the game to look at his sorry ass. I know I would find him sprawled in his chair, beer a little tilted in his tanned hand, jock's face a bit hidden under his too long of a mullet, blue eyes half closed.
"We should, like, practice."
There's a giggle in his voice. Oh, my god. Could he be more of a drunk footballer cliché?
"Practice what, Wyatt? Being not funny? You don't need practice for that, you're already a genius."
"Ha, ha, smartass. No, I mean, making out."
Now I pause the game and turn toward my best friend, founding him exactly like I'd imagined.
"What the actual fuck, dude?"
He puts down his beer and looks me dead in the eyes, still a little absent nonetheless. My vision spins a little itself.
"Think about it! Bethany dumped me two months back, your girl gave up on your sorry ass about a week ago and we both don't have any potential hookups. Maybe if we practice, we could give each other tips and wouldn't get dump so easily."
I look at him, and I swear he is not kidding.
"That's it. I cutting you off. No more booze for you."
He rolls his eyes, getting up as I grab his bottle.
"Come on, Ace. Get up."
"Fuck off, Wyatt."
"Oh, stop being such a pussy. You know what I heard in the hallway this morning?"
"Voices that no one else heard?"
He sighs.
"No, I heard Tatie tell Erin that you kiss like a dog in heat."
"She said no such thing!"
He smiles, the cocky bastard.
"Yes, she did. Now get up."
"No."
He sighs again and pulls me by the arm, making me dizzy. I don't realize that I'm actually standing until the room stops spinning.
I'm standing in front of him, the darkness only broken by the TV's light. He's half a head taller than me and a bit beefier, but I go to the gym four times a week, so I'm not some skinny nerd myself.
We are standing a little bit too close for comfort. He looks like he's about to start laughing.
"Why do we have to do this?"
"I'm doing you a solid, Ace. Don't you want to be a good kisser?"
"Not necessarily. I can live with it. My dick is huge."
"Oh, shut up Keller. Man up a little and kiss me."
I grunt a little and give up. He won't stop bugging me anytime soon.
"Fine. Close your eyes."
He does, the cocky smile still vaguely on his lips. I close my own two eyes before taking a deep breath in and leaning into him until our lips meet.
