As I made my way through the kitchen and back out the front door I felt like someone was following me. As I got out to my car I turned and looked and saw Jack coming right behind me. "Kennedy wait up!! We need to talk about what the hell just happened back there"
"No Jack we really don't" I said as I climbed into the front seat of my car, angry tears escaping my eyes.
"Yes, yes we do. Because something obviously went down, because you of all people wouldn't run away from Sam or leave a party early." Jack was now standing at the passenger side of my car with the door hanging open as I stared ahead looking at the crazy, hectic house. Jack slowly got into the car and shut the door. As I turned my head to look at him I was met with lips. Warm lips, that tasted of cheap booze and Chapstick. I was met with lips that were plump and filled with love. I deepened the kiss, only because it felt good, and simply because I liked it. As Jack pulled away I took in what happened and I looked away, unable to face my best friend.
