california world - dreamnotfound

gemini

clay's pulling me out of the house, out onto the grass lawn where decorations and solo cups are scattered all over. the last people are dropping now that the music's been shut off due to noise complaints. what a way to ruin a perfectly fine night.

clay lets go of me and lays down on the damp ground like he doesn't have a care in the world. i stand still just looking at him, unsure of if i want to get my clothes all soggy and disgusting voluntarily. he opens his eyes, throwing me a drunken glance from below.

"why are you just standing there?"
"it's kinda cold," i complain, "can't we go back inside?"

he groans, extending his arms out like he's trying to grab me.

"no," he slurs, "come lie with me baby."

i giggle at the nickname, my heart becoming a little excited. i know he's drunk and just messing around, but it stills stirs up some kinda feelings in me. he's so adorable.

without hesitation i sit down by his side, fiddling with my thumbs to try and escape the tense situation. what if he knows what i'm feeling? i'm not the hardest to read with my childish expressions and awkward body language.

"no, like, with me."

and at that, he wraps one arm around my upper body and the other around my right leg, pulling me down all the way on top of him. i'm impressed at his strength and precise coordination even at the state he's in.

my head rests on his chest, and the leg he's holding crosses his body. i close my eyes, relaxing as he softly strokes my dirty hair. if i could i would stay here with him forever.

"this is nice," i comment.
"i know. you're really nice to cuddle. nicer than teddy."
"you're just trying to make me flustered."
"no, i mean it."

clay brings teddy up to my face, making it give me a kiss on the nose. i cringe at the little gesture but inside i'm dying from how sweet he is. i crawl closer to his left side, so that my ear is positioned just above his heart. i listen to it beat faster and faster, almost in the same pace as mine. his chest rises and falls as he breathes, gifting me with a wonderful sense of security.

"you know, the only reason i came here was to be with you."
"what?"
"yeah, i just really wanted to meet you," he laughs, holding me tight.
"damn."

i push myself off of him for a little bit, but only to see his face. it's tinted hot pink, and the bright smile he gives me is infectious. he lifts his hands up to cup my cheeks, letting his fingertips tangle into my hair. i almost forget how to breathe.

"c-cause you're so kind to me, you always make my days, a-and... i think you're cute," he stutters.
"you're drunk."
"you're cute."
"and high."
"and you're still really cute."

i catch him glancing at my lips. he's not himself right now, remember?

but i couldn't care less. i lean in, my nose grazing his before our lips finally collide. i swear i can feel my heart stop as we sloppily try to enjoy each other. with a firm grip around my neck and head, he pushes me to deepen the kiss. butterflies are flooding my stomach, my lungs and my entire bloodstream. his lips are soft like baby skin, and dance with mine in a beautifully messy way.

sadly good things don't last forever. eventually we're forced to part for air, both of us out of breath. clay is speechless, and i can't say i'm doing much better either. he hugs me and sits up, keeping me close in his lap. if his eyes weren't wild and sparkling before, they sure are now.

a hushed "wow" is all i can say. he seems to agree.

"look behind you, up on the hill," he whispers, pointing at something.

hidden in blooming trees and bushes a luxurious mansion stands its ground, overlooking the big blue ocean. i couldn't ever dream of such luxury, as the broke street kid i am.

"one day when i'm rich i'll spend all the money i own to buy you a house like that in malibu."
"w-what? no."
"i promise."
"then you better come live with me."

he smiles, nodding as if the answer wasn't already obvious.

when i swiftly look away he steals a hot, wet kiss on my cheek, making me seriously feel some type of way. shivers rush down my spine, and my thoughts swim around in the liquid pool that my brain has become. i can't think straight, i can't even move. so i stay there for the rest of the night, admiring my best friend - or whatever he is at this point - until we both pass out in the backyard, long after the party's ended.