This Won't End Well.

I

"Grey.., Greyson?"

"Y-Yeah?" Of corse, the first few times Celia called my name I️ was lost in a cloud. I️ pushed up my glasses, and turned to face her as well as I️ could in the cramped car.

"What do you want to do first when we get there?" Celia asked, practically beaming just at the thought of not having to ask her parents to go out. She was always so full of life, even when we were kids she always knew how to make someone else feel better.

"Don't know, maybe just enjoy campus. Cause knowing you, you're going to hate the look of it in about six months."

"True, but that doesn't mean I can't get a head start," She poked fun, and merged off of the interstate.

"I guess," I️ smiled, and looked down at my hands. "Do you think there's anything to do close to campus?"

"Umm.., Christy said that there's a new bar that just opened up if you're interested in going and getting a drink."

"You're 18, I️ doubt they'll sell you anything."

"Christy works there as the bartender, she can get us stuff."

"Yeah, I️ think I'll pass on the day drinking. I️ will be your sober friend that responsibly brings you home."

"I'm fine, it's only two blocks."

"Yeah, I️ don't trust you driving under the influence."

"I'll be fine, I️ do it all the time and I'm perfectly safe."

I️ hesitated "fine." It was definitely not fine. It was stupid, the whole drinking-smoking-drug scene was stupid. But I️ didn't feel like going through one of Celia's long-winded speeches.

"So.., what do you plan on doing? Siting at appartement and jerking off in the shower?"

I️ scoffed at her, half surprised and half discussed. "God no. That's fucking gross, and not to mention degrading. We have to share a bathroom."

"That mind set is why you've never kissed a girl. I️ mean, what college freshman hasn't kissed someone while drunk at a party?"

"Uhh..., me. Yeah, that would be me," I️ said. Looking back out the window.

"We know Greyson. We know."

.:..:.

It was dark when Celia dropped herself off at the bar. She handed me the keys to her car and said that if I️ scratched it I️ would "never get the chance to use my package." The girls at the door of the bar laughed at her. Or maybe they laughed at how pathetic I️ looked when I️ fumbled over catching the keys. I'm no football player. They're dicks. And while I️ may have one, I️ tend to believe that I'm not one.

When she left I️ was alone. Again.

There was a familiar itch at the back of my mind that I️ had grown to know was boredom.

I️ looked up at the sky, at the looming moon. It was large. Bloated almost. It gave off an unnatural bluish hue. It sent chills down my spine. I️ shook it off and opened the car door.

Through the windshield I️ could see Celia hug her friend in the bar.

"Time to do nothing," I️ murmured to myself.

.:..:.

It was around eleven when I️ went to check on Celia at the bar. Inside the so called establishment, it smelled like a mix of Crown and cigarette smoke. I️ coughed lightly as I️ made my was over to the table Celia was at.

She sat with her friend, and I️ could tell from across the room that she was drunk. I️ walked closer, and took a seat next to her and Christy.

"Greyson!" She smiled. She put a hand on the upper part of my thigh to lean over and hug me. I️ took a sharp inhale because of the accidental placement. "You look cute."

She shifted her fingers. It wasn't accidental placement. Definitely not accidental. "You look drunk." I️ could feel my blood rushing to my cheek and other places as my heart rate quickened. I️ calmly moved her hand back to the table, and gave a quick smile to Christy.

"You're driving her home?" She was sober, and working. How could she allow this to happen to Celia.

"Y-Yeah."

"Don't do anything stupid."

I️ scoffed. And before I️ could stand from my chair, there was a commotion at the bar.

"For a drink, I️ will kiss anyone in this bar. Male or female." A girl in all black said aloud, over all the other college students in the bar. They all turned intrigued by the frat boy and the girls conversation.

"What about her?" He gestured towards Celia as she drunkenly laid her head down on the table. It had a couple of shots of God knows what on it.

"She's gone, and I️ don't need her puking on me. Try another."

"What about her friend, the gay one."

That would be me.

"Deal," She said hopping down from her bar stool and waltzing over in my direction.

She came close, and I️ brought my hands up to my chest in attempt to block her "L-Look I️-I'm not.."

Her lips crashed in with mine. She balanced herself the same way Celia did. At first I️ didn't move, but it was like a bolt of lightning was shot through my body.

My lips moved and molded with hers. My hand went up to the back of her neck. I️ felt her tongue brush across my bottom lip, but she pulled away.

"How's about that drink." She said looking me in the eye before looking over to the blond at the bar.

I️ took a shot glass off the table and downed it. I️ had never taken a shot before, but it went down with little resistance.

"Celia, we're going home."

"Okay," she wobbled as I️ helped her up.

I felt strange. Maybe it was the shot. Or maybe the kiss, but something wasn't right.

I had expected my first kiss to be different than it was. To have it be with someone that, before ten minuets ago I knew, would have been preferred. But I guess that's what I get for watching too many high school oriented movies. Falsehoods and lovesick stomach aches.