I was never attracted to boys as long as I had been alive, but I felt something when I was around corbyn. Maybe it was because I admired him from an artist perspective.
The kiss didn't end so suddenly either. Though corbyn addmitted to never have been in a relationship he sure was experienced in kissing. His lips parted and he began kissing my more intensely he lifted his arms and wrapped them around me. He gripped onto the fabric of my shirt and couldn't seem to get enough of me. I was becoming flustered and less confident in our kiss as it kept on.
He pulled away and a string of saliva connected our lips. It made corbyns eyes widen and immediately hide his face in his hands. It was as if a light had switched in his mind and corbyn was back to being the shy nerd again.
"I've never kissed a boy before." I commented in the silence of the night and corbyn never took his hands away from his face. I grabbed a wipe from my box and began to clean corbyns cut again. I tapped it gently and he flinched then covering it with a band aid. For a second I ran my thumb over the bandaid and looked at corbyn while he still stay there shy.
I thought corbyn was unique.
" You're a good kisser, I enjoyed our kiss." I tried but he didn't respond and stayed silent. "Was that your first kiss?" He shook his head and stood up grunting. I could tell his cut was really hurting his knee. I stood beside him and before he could protest I picked him up. "Cmon talk to me." I pleaded and he sighed out loud. "Put me down Dani." Corbyns lips formed a smile and I carried him to the car. I really liked being around him and I couldn't tell why.
Vodka and sweat was the only things that could describe corbyns room when we got back. There was loud music and the three of them were dancing together in the room. Somehow a new face appeared in the room while we were gone. "That's Kay, she said she had a project tonight but I guess she finished." Corbyn said rolling his eyes.
For a boy who worse silly shirts and had walls covered in planets I assumed getting drunk wasn't corbyns thing. "Are you going to drink?" He asked grabbing a red solo cup from off his dresser and pouring a cup. I grimaced it was hard for me to drink alcohol my stomach always refused the taste. "I hate the taste I couldn't do it."
"I can fix that." Corbyn nodded grabbing my wrist and taking me to the kitchen downstairs. His brother was in the kitchen still but now alone but corbyn payed him no attention. "Now the trick is something sweet." He grabbed a sprite can from his fridge and pouring half of it into the red solo cup, And then he poured half of his into mine. "I'd put a little sugar on the rim but we aren't trying to be fancy we're trying to be drunk." He handed me the cup and I drank a bit.
Though I could still taste the vodka the sprite made it more tolerable. I liked it a lot more this time and I took a few gulps before heading back up the stairs with corbyn.
After some time the vodka kicked in all off us. I swayed along with the music while the lights on corbyns walls flashed different colors. I watched them all dance together and the night was feeling endless. I hadn't drank as much as the others so I only felt a slight buzz. "Isn't this great?" Parker asked from beside me and I nodded. "You guys seem like a fun group of friends." I sort of yelled over the music and he agreed. "You're gonna make a great addition man." Parker said patting my shoulder before going to dance with his friends. I could tell that Parker was the most drunk out of the group and I wondered when he was going to passout because he wasn't the first to.
In the corner zach lay on the floor far away from his friends passed out on his side. He was covered in sweat and his knees were against his chest as if he were having a bad dream. The door opened and the girl with blonde hair came inside. She went beside me and waved slowly turning down the music on the speaker. "You're new right?" She asked kindly and I nodded. "I'm Ashley, corbyns sister." She held out her hand and I took it, it was cold unlike the rest of the room. It was getting hot from all the movement going on from them all dancing. "I'm Daniel corbyns new friend." I greeted.
"Is this a normal thing for you?" I asked and she nodded sitting beside me turning the music down a couple dials again. "Yeah corbyn has a little thing once a month or so and he always gets super drunk with his friends. After 2am I turn the music down until they get tired. It's a routine and it always makes them sleepy." She said confidently. She seemed really snark to realize a way to get the drunk teens to bed.
Though it still made me wonder how deep corbyn goes. On the surface he was a regular teen and below he was a nerd, what else was under his skin? Corbyn began to get undressed in the middle of the room and into his bed clothes.
When his shirt came off his sisters smile was now replaced with a frown and she looked away. "Your brother is really thin." I commented though I knew it wasn't my place. I just needed to know that it wasn't being ignored, I didn't want corbyns problems brushed over. "It's sad, isn't it?" Her voice trailed off and she kept turning down the music.
I didn't reply I just nodded. Corbyn put on his night clothes and came over to the bed we sat on the edge of. "I'm horny." Corbyn muttered out and looked at us. It was obvious he was drunk so no one paid mind to the statement. Tatum has gotten on the mattress with kay and Zach's snores became audible when the music was finally completely off. "You should go to bed as well." Ashley said standing and handing me a pair of shorts.
"Corbyns clothes might be too small for you so if they are too small in his bottom dresser there's bigger ones."
The lights were on and corbyns radio played soft indie music throughout the room. I could tell corbyn was still awake but he wasn't facing me. He hummed along to the music and sang along softly
"Passed out on the concrete Dizzy from the spinning Wake up to the feeling that everybody's leaving Everybody's leaving Everybody's leaving..."
Ruffling was heard and corbyn stopped singing. "Stop Parker I'm tired.." Corbyns voice was small but still heard in the room.
More shuffling in the bed and I was confused about what was happening. "Par... Parker! Please..enough.." corbyn kept being cut off in his sentence and before I could turn to see what was happening I could hear. Sounds of Parker's and corbyns wet lips colliding and small moans heard in the air. They were completely drunk and making out passionately with me in the bed next to them. I stood from bed and the two didn't notice.
Parker had corbyn trapped beneath him with corbyns hands trapped above him. Corbyns back was arched on the bed and Parker's knee was between corbyns legs. "Oh.." corbyn moaned and I turned grabbing my things
'It's late... I outta head home.' I thought.
after all I wasn't jealous.
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'Jealous'
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