Best Friends?

Heat Of The Moment

Mazy

Shortly after I said my lines, I realized that Luke actually fainted. I wasn't sure why, or what that kiss was all about, but I definitely wasn't complaining.

What I really didn't understand is why he did it. It wasn't in the script, it  wasn't placed all that well, and it was sure to be uncomfortable for him. I wonder if he was just trying to impress Mrs. Clark. 

Or could what Sarah said be true... No, that just isn't possible.

Now I sit next to him, still passed out, still laying silently on his bed, while reading a book. He stirred, turning over once before I saw his eyelashes flutter, telling me he was awake. He looked over at me before moving my book and laying his head in my lap.

He groaned and asked, "What in the world happened?"

I laughed a little and replied, "Well, for starters, you put a total impromptu kiss in the middle of our audition scene, then just as we were getting back on track, you fainted too early. Then you didn't wake up, so I had to drive your car home, everyone else had to find their own ride, and we have a re-audition tomorrow to sing."

He looked up at me, trying to take it all in and said, "I think that's the most I've ever heard you say at once, Maze. I'm kind of proud." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously though, what was with the kiss? I was only supposed to kiss Liam." His smirk disappeared as he slowly sat up with his back to me.

"Oh," he responded flatly, "We weren't? I could've sworn it said to kiss you."

I scoffed. "No, I would've said something if I was supposed to have kissed you. You were reading the script like it was the last thing you'd ever be able to read, you did not misread who I was supposed to kiss." He shrugged. "That's not an answer, Andy."

He sighed loudly. "Maybe I was just thinking off the top of my head. I was trying to impress the teachers."

"How was kissing me supposed to help impress them?" I asked. "Even so, actors don't really kiss. They angle themselves to make it look real or cover their mouths with their hands."

He pulled his eyebrows together. "Really? They do that?"

I rolled my eyes again. "Don't play dumb, Luke. We've been in theatre with each other for four years. We learned that the third week of sophomore year, you know how a stage kiss works." He turned back around to face me, his face serious, probing my expression.

I wonder if he enjoyed the kiss. He didn't seem too disappointed afterward considering the look on his face when I pulled away. And let's face it, if I hadn't realized we were still in front of everyone in the auditorium, we'd still be making out right now. At least, I hoped.

"Look," he said, "I don't know. I guess it just felt right. I got caught up in the heat of the moment. I didn't mean to freak you out, I'm sorry."

"You didn't," I replied, maybe a little too quickly, "and you don't need to be sorry. It's not like I didn't enjoy myself."

I DID NOT JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD!

"What?" he asked excitedly, a wildly gorgeous smile breaking out across his face.

"N-nothing," I stuttered.

"No, no, no, no," he said, scooting closer, still smiling, "You said you enjoyed. In fact, if memory serves, you kissed me back, m'am." Uh oh.

"So what if I did?" I said nervously, "You said it yourself. Just the heat of the moment."

His smirk faltered slightly. He was really starting to confuse me. He said it was the heat of the moment, but when I agree with him, it makes him upset.

"Well," he said, "I enjoyed it, too, Mazy Wazy. Trust me."

"Really?" I asked curiously. No way he actually liked it.

He chuckled. "Well, yeah. Let's not forget who kissed who here, Maze."

"What about Tiffany?" I asked very quietly. My gaze was on my lap because I didn't want to see his face when he answered.

"What about her?" he answered, "She doesn't have to know."

Oh, I had misunderstood. Just because he enjoyed it, doesn't mean he wanted to do it again anytime soon. He had a girlfriend, so what was I thinking? It was a once in a lifetime, heat of the moment, mistake that wouldn't happen again. Got it.

"Oh," I muttered, "I should go now... If you're okay."

I looked up at him now. The weird, probing expression was back on his face. His crystal eyes held me still as he reached for my face, and gently rubbing the pad of his thumb against my cheek. I didn't stop him though I didn't understand what or why he was doing it again. It felt too nice for me to pull away from his touch; in fact, it pulled me toward him, literally. I was leaning into him, but at the same time, he was leaning into me. We were like magnets, attracted to each other by some invisible force. There was no pulling us apart in this moment.

Please kiss me, please kiss me, please kiss me...

His mouth was maybe half an inch away from mine. I could feel the heat from his face, his breath, his body. I wanted it so badly.

"Mazy," he whispered, "You wouldn't freak out if I kissed you again, would you?"

My eyes fluttered as I shook my head. His mouth collided with with mine instantly, making every sense ten times more alert and every inch of my skin electrify. His hands were everywhere, my hips, my face, my stomach, my back. He pushed me onto his bed, and my legs wrapped around his torso, pulling him closer to me.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I whispered as his mouth traveled down my neck, "Really, Luke."

His breath fanned out over my neck and down my back as he replied against my skin, "What should we do then, Mazy?"

"I don't know," I admitted breathlessly, "Study, rehearse, memorize lyrics, talk. Something other than this because it's really wrong."

He just kept kissing me... And I just kept letting him.

My feeble attempts to pull him off of me must have grown annoying to him because he sat up abruptly and asked, obviously aggravated, "Do you not want to kiss me?"

I wanted so badly to say yes, to keep letting him do this and push his lips back against mine, but I knew it was wrong as long as he was with Tiffany. He must know that.

"I'm sorry," I replied, "It's not that I-"

"Just go," he interrupted, untangling himself off of me. The cold air feeling even more bitter with him gone now.

"Luke..." I tried again.

"Leave, Mazy," he said, more forcefully this time.

I did as I was told and stood silently. As much as I wanted to fight, I knew it wouldn't do any good. He just needed space right now.

With the taste of his kiss still lingering freshly against my lips, I pressed my mouth to his cheek and whispered my goodbye. He made no effort to reply or even stop me, so I walked away, out of the door and back home, where a long sleepless night soon found its way to me.