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Chapter Five: Seven Minutes in Heaven

Chapter Five: Seven Minutes in Heaven

Mark

 I brush my hair out of my eyes, hoping that it stays. I push my glasses on, not really bothered about my appearance. I never have been, really.

Pulling my converse on, I open the door of the guest room and step out into the living room. Ellie sits on the couch, drawing in her sketchbook again. She looks up and, with bright eyes, throws me a wide smile. I nod a her, and she knows that I mean 'let's go.'.

***

It's about two hours into the party, but I feel as if I haven't gotten my... buzz yet. I sit in a small circle of guys, one of which has a hat full of names and a bottle in the middle, biting on my lip in anticipation. I notice Ellie doing the same.

I watch as Elliot pops open a beer bottle, pressing it to her lips to take a swig. However, she notices something and almost chokes. I follow her eyes, and suddenly notice that her name is the next to be pulled out of the hat. Oh, man.

A rough looking guy reaches out and spins the bottle, and it's as if the entire thing is in slow motion. My heart pounds rapidly in my chest, my stomach churns. If I feel this bad, how must Elliot be feeling? The bottle begins to slow, and I find myself leaning forward in anticipation. It must have been a pretty hard spin for it to be spinning this long; the bottle just won't stop. But, when it does, a cascade of butterflies attack my stomach.

It landed on me. Out of all of the guys surrounding that the bottle could have possible stopped at, it landed on me. I glance over at Ellie, her cheeks flushed pink as she places the beer bottle down. I push myself up, knowing that, even if we had both been chosen for this, we weren't going to make out. We'd just sit in that room for seven minutes, right? I hope not.

I push my hand nervously through my hair, cracking my knuckles despite the fact that the sound and the sensation makes me cringe. I catch sight of Wade in the corner of my eye, and I turn my head to him. He just has both eyebrows raised, his arms crossed over his chest. I bet he's wondering if we're actually going to go through with this. I find myself hoping, again, that we do. I really don't know why, but I want to go through with this. I really do.

The blond guy that was eyeing Elliot in a weird way holds the door of the closet open for us, and shuts it behind us when we both step in. Ellie steps back and presses her back to the wall, even if it doesn't achieve much.

"This is so stupid." She mutters, stretching her arms out. As she does, though, I act on impulse and press my hands against hers that still hand in mid-air. She freezes, not pulling her hands away but not taking advantage of the situation, either. So I do. I'm guessing that, with the expression on her face, she thought we were just going to wait here for the time to be up.

I shift my hands so that my fingers slip between hers, and I hear her catch her breath like she normally does when she's nervous or shocked. Both of our fingers wrap around each other's hands, so that they are now intertwined. I step towards her, feeling and hearing the hammering of my heart in my chest. I move her hands so that they are raised above her, and she doesn't move them, struggle or say anything against it. I take this as a good sign.

I step even closer, so that now we are both pressed against each other like we are when we hug. But this is so much more different. I can now feel her heart, which is beating as fast as my own. I drop my head, having to do so as she is a little shorter than I am. I look into her eyes, noticing that her eyes aren't just grey. They are sparked with flecks of blue and green, each of which make her eyes look more beautiful than I ever thought they were.

I lean forwards, closing my eyes as I do. The collision of our lips sends sparks through me, and the grip that I have on her hands tightens a little. She, at first, is unresponsive. But, almost as quickly as I kissed her, she kisses me back. By now, my stomach is swarming with butterflies which are relentlessly attacking my stomach. This kiss is gentle and perfect, just as any first kiss should be. I know that this is just a game, but this... it means something. It's more than just part of the game.

I release her hands and trace down her arms, my hands eventually landing on her waist as hers loop around my neck. I feel as one of her hands tangles itself in my hair, tugging me further and deeper into the kiss that turns into a more passionate and heated one. I pull her closer to me, if that was even possible, and hear her let out a sound that greatly resembles a sigh or a gasp as my tongue slips past her lips.

I've found my buzz.

The harsh knocking on the door is what, sadly, breaks us apart. I feel the warmth of my cheeks, the pounding of my heart and the tingling on my lips from the departure of the kiss. I look up at Ellie nervously, watching as she touches her fingertips to her lips. I'm sure that she feels the same way that I do about the kiss – she didn't want it to end. That's what her eyes tell me, anyway.

I finally look over to the door as it opens, where a giggling Wade and Molly stand. Because of the intensity of the moment and, our nerves, I guess, Elliot and I laugh along with them. However, Elliot looks around nervously. I build up the courage to look at her, hoping that she doesn't look at me with disgust or hatred.

She definitely looks nervous, but there is something else. As our eyes make contact, I can almost see them sparkle as her cheeks flush a light shade of pink. She leaves my side to grab a bottle of beer, but what makes me smile is the fact that she brought me one back, too. I soon lose her in the crowd, but I don't exactly mind. The tingling on my lips is enough of a reminder of her.

"Man. I didn't think you two would actually do it." Wade says loudly, tearing me away from my thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh, right," I say, looking up at him from the floor. "I didn't think we would either." I admit, scratching the back of my neck and tipping the beer bottle against my lips. The cool liquid that slides over my tongue is nothing compared to that of Ellie's own tongue, but I wouldn't dare admit this. Not to anyone but myself, at least.

"Well, is that it?" He asks, leaning his back against the wall.

"What do you mean?" I question, frowning a little. The butterflies in my stomach have still barely left me. I take another swig of beer.

"I mean, are you just going to forget this kiss and do nothing about it?" He says, and I think about it.

"I don't know," I say honestly, but really I know that I would prefer if that wasn't our first and last kiss. "I can never forget that kiss, though." I admit, still having it replaying over and over again in my mind.

"Molly was totally listening in on you guys." He says, letting out a laugh. I can't help but let out my own, brushing my hair back with my hand. Another gulp of alcohol.

"Of course she was." I say, knowing that Molly would probably do something like that. There is a long period of silence, well, not silence as there is loud music, until Wade pipes up again.

"You should ask her out." He tells me, and I almost choke on the beer in my mouth. I swallow it, though, wanting to reply to him almost instantly.

"I don't think that's ever going to happen. I'm totally in the friend-zone, man," I say, and I sigh as I realize these words were the truth. "I mean, come on, she probably thinks that I was just playing by the rules of the game."

"Are you sure? She keeps staring at you." Molly suddenly says, popping up from behind Wade and wrapping her arms around him.

"What? Where is she?" I ask, following her eyes. I suddenly see her long, blue hair, her hands clasped around a red cup. A guy approaches her and asks her something, but she shakes her head and he backs off. When he does, her eyes swim over the room and finally land on me. I avert my gaze to the floor shyly.

"See?" Molly points out, and Wade nudges me.

"She's right." Wade states, crossing his arms again.

"Molly has that annoying habit." Molly jokes, still holding Wade from behind. I picture Elliot and myself like that one day. I don't go as far as to picture us being married, but I do imagine us as a couple. I raise my eyes again, finding that Elliot still hasn't stopped looking at me.