Closet rats

7 Ben

Authors note: Hey guys! I hope you are enjoying it! Please comment what you are thinking, because i would loove to know your thoughts! Also this chapter is a bit dodgy its kind of a R13. Its not that bad but i thought i would let you know just in case <3 thanks guys! Keep on reading on!

Oh.My.God. 

Last night i got so damn drunk at the party, i can only just remember what happened. I mean i dont remember much but one part is very, very clear. I made out with Kale Johnston from Houston!! I cant believe it. He is really hot and i just cant even. Here is how it went.

I was sitting on the couch upstairs in one of the spare rooms, playing with the roof to floor drapes covering the roof to floor windows. I was looking around and there were two other couples in the room. One of the couples were holding hands and basically undressing each other with their eyes, whilst having a really in-depth conversation about turtles. And the other couple were almost literally undressing each other, and there was no way there was any conversation going on between them, because their mouths were stuck together so much i am amazed they could even breath. So after a while i got sick of sitting there and just as i stood up, in walks Kale. He is holding a party cup full of some Russian tequila or something, and comes straight over to me and pushes me back down onto the couch and sat open legged facing me on my lap. At this point i was really scared of what was about to happen. He put his drink down next to my foot, grabbed behind my neck and pressed his soft, alcohol lathered lips against mine. I was taken aback for a mere moment before realizing what was actually going on. I slipped my hands down his hips and onto his bum and pulled him closer to me. His tongue slipped into my mouth and waved around for a moment before slipping out again. He leaned back and looked at me for a moment before ripping his shirt off and began to unbutton mine. My glasses were getting all steamed up.
He threw his tongue back down my throat and i pulled him closer and closer. And thats when a girl came in ripped him off me and called the rest of the party to the room. As people piled in staring at the half naked man on the floor and me with crooked glasses, a half unbuttoned shirt and a goofy smile on, i decided to get out of there. 

After i managed to find my drunken way out the door, i buttoned up my shirt, and walked to the end of the street. On the corner was a gas station. I walked in stumbling a bit at the step.
"Are you okay sir?" The lady at the counter asked.
"Yeah im fine, just a bit of alcohol and a party" I said as i went around the store. I took a frozen cheese cake, a bag of chips, a few boxes of sour skittles and made myself  coffee at the machine.
When i took it all to the cashier she asked
"Why is your shirt buttoned up wrong?"
And me, not being able to think about what i was saying announced very loudly:
"I made out with a really hot dude!!!"
And just as i said that, an oldish lady about 60, wearing a long skirt and a cross necklace looked up at me, and i swear to god, she saw the devil in me. She went white as a ghost, threw a bunch of money at the cashier, got in her car and drove away very, very fast.

As i walked home, i passed bye Clair's house. I was tempted to wake her up, but i decided against it (the one good choice i made last night) But i did start thinking about Eliot. What if he finds out, and thinks im just another slutty gay dude. I mean i dont want him to think that, then he wont want to hang out tomorrow. All day ive been waiting for a text from him. Its 10 pm now so i suppose tomorrow is still on...