One.
'Sage,' my best friend Tom whispers.
We're at a party at Down21, a club for everyone under 21 and above 12. Both of us don't drink, and we're just here for the heck of it, we go up the rooms where people go to do what I wouldn't because it's sound proof inside and out.
'Tom,' I whisper back, poking his nose. 'What are we doing?'
'We're being our weird selves.'
'Oh really?'
The place is dimmed out and we're sitting cross-legged, facing each other, quite close. We've been friends from like, I dunno, ever maybe? He's wearing jeans and a v-neck with a cardi and Toms and I'm kitted out in a pair of shorts and a top with heels which I've kicked off. We're both 19, and totally crazy.
'Yes, and we've got confessions to make.' He comes in closer.
'Confessions, what confessions?' I ask.
'More than you know.'
He's crazy. That's why I love him. In a total best friend way of course.
'Oh, please do spill,' I smile.
We're so close our noses touch.
He doesn't say anything. He leans in, almost as if to kiss. I let him do it. He pulls me on his lap, still kissing me, in the dimmed light, letting my hair loose, his hands on my back, I feel him smiling. I pull back a little, and smile.
'This was your confession?' I ask, smiling.
'Yep, there's still more to talk about, listen,' he says.
We kiss again. I don't know where it's coming from, but I'm not stopping him. I know it doesn't seem like I love him a bestie way, but hey, best friends do this, right?
My hands are around his neck, my legs wrapped around his body, and I can feel the floor vibrating along with the music. It's getting me hyped.
He carries me onto the bed, and we stop for a bit. We dont say anything. We cant say anything. He's feeling a sensation, I know he is, and I know I am too.
But I feel his hand sliding up and squeezing my own. I don't know why we did this, he went through a rough break up with his bitch of a girlfriend a month ago, and I felt the heartache in his lips.
We lay, awkwardly together, and he edges a little closer. I don't do anything. I stare at the white, dull ceiling, his arm brushes mine, and I stiffen up.
'You're heart still hurts, hey?' I ask quietly.
'A little bit, I still think of her sometimes,' he answers.
'Why did it fall apart? You never told me,' I ask.
'She said she couldn't do it anymore, she needed a break,' he says. 'But I didnt know why she needed a break, because we never faught.'
'Well, bygones be bygones, moving on puts you ahead.'
'The obvious answer.'
'So you only kissed me cos you were hurting,' I say.
'How did you know?'
'I felt it.'
More silence.
Nice.
