He sat on a couch outside. Scott had to get away from the party; he had only drunk a half a plastic cup of miller lite beer, but he still felt woozy; he could only imagine how the others at the party felt, seeing as the majority of them drank five times as much as he did. His head felt light but his body felt heavy. It was a weird and contradictory feeling. The night air was cool on his warm skin. Although there were still people outside, there weren't nearly as many as there were inside. Scott thought about the living room, where there was literally a mosh pit of drunk and smelly teenagers. He was glad to not be a part of it.
He heard someone sit beside him on the couch. He looked up and though it was dark, he could still recognize the face.
"What are you doing out here?" Scott asked.
"Sane as you," Alex replied.
"How are you?" Scott inquired politely.
"Fine. You?"
"Fantastic. I managed to stay the least drunk out of anyone here."
"Congratulations. How are you and Celia?"
Scott inhaled sharply. "We broke up."
"I'm sorry to hear that." He didn't sound very sorry.
"It's okay," Scott said dully.
Alex made as if to say something, but he didn't. Since Scott didn't have anything to say either, they sat in silence for a minute.
Finally, Alex said, "I know why you broke up with her."
Scott scoffed. "No you don't."
"Yes I do. It's because of me."
Scott considered denying it. "Not everything is about you," he retorted feebly.
"This is," Alex responded cooly.
Scott turned his body to face him. "What makes you think that?"
"Haven't you noticed? I've been flirting with you. I thought it was obvious. We've been talking more often. I'm trying to get your attention."
Scott considered this for a moment. "You're lying," he decided.
"No I'm not," Alex insisted.
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
He paused. "You want to believe me."
"Yes, but I don't," Scott explained.
"Why?"
"You lie sometimes."
"This is true," Alex admitted.
"See?"
He scooted closer to him. A breeze began to pick up.
"Why would I lie about something like this?" Alex asked him.
"There could be a lot of reasons for that."
"Then how can I get you to believe me?"
Scott cocked his head to the side. "I don't know. Any ideas?"
He leaned in. When their lips met, it felt as though there was a heavy flood of water crashing through his brain. Alex's lips tasted of cheaply made beer, spices, and harshness. They were kissing with a sense of urgency, although Scott had no idea why, since it felt for the first time in forever that he had all the time in the world.
He tentatively placed his hands on the middle of Alex's back. Scott felt him shiver; he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Alex's hands were in Scott's hair. The world felt like it was starting to make sense. His heart was racing at the speed of the wings of a hummingbird on a sugar high. The pressure of Alex's lips made Scott's head pound He felt a smile on Alex's lips as their legs tangled with each other.
Scott had always imagined what kissing Alex would feel like, but what it actually felt like was far more amazing then he ever could have dreamed of.
They pulled away slowly.
"Have I convinced you?" he asked, slightly out of breath.
Scott thought about it for a moment. "Almost. But I think you're going to have to do that again..."
