My First Kiss

1st Kiss

Kylie Knight

Everyone was either lying on the floor or already leaving. The music have died down an hour ago and out of everyone from my friends, I'm not as drunk as them. Sure, I feel a little tipsy but them? They have come to the point as where they tell every damn secrets they know.

When I say tell, I mean broadcast it in front of everyone.

Thank goodness I don't tell stories much.

I went upstairs to look for Brad Cooper, the host of this party. A varsity.

I opened the nearest bedroom and saw him with Shirley Frit, a cheerleader. Shirley was on top of Brad and is almost naked. Almost.

Shirley, looked back to me and shrieked, putting her hands around her, trying to cover her almost exposed chest.

"Don't you know how to knock?!" she shrieked, covering or at least trying to cover her too.

"Oh, don't worry, I know how." I retorted then moved my attention to Brad, who was looking amused, "I just wanted to be a polite visitor. I'm going home, I'm gonna drop the others to their houses on my way." I made a peace sign before closing the door then opening it again, only this time my head is only showing.

Shirley shrieked again.

"Uh. I highly recommend the use of the so-called 'condom" I say and Brad laughed "Thank you, Knight. I appreciate your concern"

The girl still on top of him was looking at me and Brad, clearly frustrated. "You're welcome, Cooper." I snickered and went out to meet my friends beside the Range Rover.

Cheska was sitting on the grass while the twins; Nathan and Jacob, was supporting the obviously very very drunk Sam.

"You're so sloooow. Like a snaaail." Cheska looked up and talked with a slurry voice. I opened the car and while the twins helped put Sam inside I helped Cheska sit in front.

"No, Ches- no. Eating my hair isn't gonna help you. Nope, don't chew." I felt like I'm talking to a kid with this drunk Cheska.

After dropping everyone off, I went home and parked the car just in front of our house.

The only source of light right now are the lamp posts and the huge full moon. I heard a groan behind of me and was (kind of) shocked to see someone still walking outside at 3 in the morning.

I looked and saw Liam Hunter, half walking and half dragging himself. "Hey!" I yelled and ran up to him almost tripping, because of my half-sobber-half-drunk state.

"Are you okay?"

He looked at me with such tired eyes. "Kylie Knight, I could say the same t-" then he coughed. -o you. You almost tripped back there" he finished.

"Okay. Whatever you say, Mr. Still-trying-to-act-cool-when-he-looks-half-dead." I said and realized that was pretty weird of me.

"That," he stated "is an extremely long name I got there." I nodded "Mm-hmm"

He was breathing heavily and his eyes were drooping. "I don't know who looks more drunk; me or you." I said as I put his one arm around my shoulder and took the 7-11 plastic he's holding. Probably why he's out at 3 in the morning. "No.." he started, meekly.

"The real question is who's hotter when looking drunk."

"I am" I said. He shooked his head 'no'. And this is the only time we started walking to his house. "We both know I'm.." he inhaled deeply, then continued "hotter than you, when drunk. I mean everyone"

"You're hot." I can feel his body heat as I support him up to his porch. "I know, virgin lips." He replied "No, I mean; You're temperature. And who're you calling virgin lips?!" What's wrong with not having you're first kiss yet? "I have a ... cooold and a fever. And I'm talking about you, virgin lips."

We were already walking up his frontporch. "Stop calling me that." I rested my hands on his forehead and felt his neck with the back of my hands. "You're burning up. Did you take your medicine?" He nodded, his eyes almost close.

"Yes, mom. I was actually feeling a little better before going out. 'Guess I shouldn't have done that. 'Cause now.." he then looked at me with dead eyes, "..I feel like shit."

"Yeah. You also look like one." I say and took the house keys from his fingers. "Come on, help me out here. You're freaking heavy."

He laughed, "And you're fucking drunk." I rolled my eyes.

"Who's home?" I asked, after getting the lock open. "Mom," he said, breathing heavily

"Does she know?" I asked, he shook his head. "She's a doctor for fucks sake," I hissed under my breath.

He only shrugged.

Oh, they own hospitals too.

I helped him upstairs, thankfully, without falling or making much noise.

He pointed at the nearest door and we entered. I'm pretty sure that we look ridiculous right now, imagine seeing a drunkard helping a sick person.

As soon as I dropped him to his bed, instant relief came over my shoulders.

"Wait here" I told him, and quickly went down to get a cup of water, thankful for all the parties he threw so I knew where to go.

I took everything I need, then headed back up.

"Hey" I shook his arms to wake him.

"Hmm?" He mumbled. "You need to change your shirt." I said.

Wait.

Why in the world am I doing this?

He groaned, sat up and asked me to get one shirt at his drawer, I took one plain grey shirt and when I faced him again, I resisted looking at his quite toned body.

"Here" I handed it to him and watched as he struggled to put it on him.

"Thanks, virg' lips." he said, his voice groggy than ever. It sounds painful.

"Call me that one last time and I swear I'll--" he cuts me off as he laid back down again, "Virgin lips"

And I didn't know if it was because of the alcohol, or his cockiness, or maybe its just me, but I took one stride beside his bed, knelt down, and gave him a peck on the lips. "Who's virgin lips now?" I said, not fully taking in what I've just done.

He barely opened his eyes and for a minute he was shocked but then he smirks, "You know you've been dreaming for that in years" I rolled my eyes as I took the wet towel and dropped it on his forehead. "You know you've been dreaming to be sleeping beauty in years" I mocked.

I probably wouldn't be able to remember this tommorow.

I set the bottle of water and medicine at his bed side table then went down and out of the house, not before locking it behind me.

When I was already on my bed, still on my drunk clothes, thats when I realized; I just took my own first kiss.