Familiar Faces in the Oddest Places

The Popcorn

I was spending the night at Sasha’s house, which was a normal occurrence during the weekends. We were watching TV when we got hungry.

“You have to go get the snack,” Sasha announced during a commercial.

“Why can’t you go get them?”

“Because I already got them earlier.”

“Yeah, but those were only for you not for me.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“But I’m the guest,” I countered, knowing it wouldn’t work anyway. I got up off Sasha’s bed to start heading to the door.

“You’re not really a guest anymore. Especially when you’re over here all the time. Now go.” Sasha said as she waved her hand toward the door. “Ooo and don’t forget the popcorn!” Sasha squealed as I headed out the door and downstairs to get some snacks.

When I arrived downstairs I noticed I wasn’t the only one in the kitchen. Standing there with a soda in his hand was Alistar.

“Whatcha drinking?” I asked.

“A root beer,” he replied. I went over to their pantry and got out a bag of popcorn. I placed it in the microwave and started it. Then I hopped up onto the counter opposite from it.

“So you came down here to get some popcorn, huh?”

“Yeah, Sasha didn’t want to come down here to get them so I had to. She insisted that I get popcorn.” The popcorn started popping slowly. Pop!

“But you’re the guest.”

“That’s what I told her and apparently that means nothing.” Then I decided to ask something that was on my mind. Pop!

“So you’re Sasha’s stepbrother?”

“Yeah, you didn’t know that?” Pop! He laughed.

“No, I didn’t. Nobody ever told me that. How was I supposed to know?” I said as I threw my hands in the air.

He smiled at me as he shook his head. Pop! Pop! It was then that I noticed how much closer he’d gotten. Pop! Pop! Pop! The popcorn started popping faster as his brown eyes looked into mine. Then for the second time that day his lips were on mine. He placed his hands on my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his waist. His tongue entered my mouth and my hands went up to run through his short black hair. It wasn’t until I smelled something strange that I pulled away.

“Do you smell that?” I asked.

“Yeah, it smells like…”

“Smoke? Shit! The popcorn.” I hopped off the counter and rushed to open the microwave, gray smoke blew out into my face. I coughed and waved my hand around to clear the air.

“Great, I burned the popcorn.”

“Don’t worry. You can just make another. Actually maybe it’s better if I make it for you.” He said as he took the bag of burnt popcorn and threw it in the garbage and got a new package.

He placed it in the microwave and pressed start. “You get too distracted.”

I scoffed then mumbled, “Yeah and whose fault is that?”

“So did you like that CD that I showed you?” He was smirking down at me because I wasn’t the tallest person. I was five foot four and he was five foot ten. 

I might have blushed slightly as he mentioned the CD because my cheeks felt warmer. “Yeah it was pretty good.” Of course I hadn’t really heard it all that great because I’d been to busy kissing him to pay attention to the music. But from what I heard it wasn’t that bad and I didn’t find it at all distracting.