Party ¦Maylor

October 26th

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Two teenagers stumbled into the room in a messy dance of kissing and groping at each other. It was day of their graduation from high school that the two decided to consume their love.

They've been a couple for a few weeks only but who cared. In their hazy young minds they imagined being together forever and always.

Surely in that moment in the boy's bedroom they felt madly in love with all the arousal that possessed their minds and bodies.

The wild tangle of two bodies fell onto the bed. Girl squealed, changing her position so she was now straddling her boyfriend and dived in to make out with him.

It went on for a few minutes until she felt two firm hands caressing her tighs slowly travel up under her dress. Then a finger was hooked over the edge of her undies and she knew she had to interfere.

"Freddie, Freddie wait..." she broke the kiss but before she leaned back, the boy managed to steal one peck more. "Condoms." she breathed out, running her hand through her messy shoulder length hair.

"The drawer." Fred said quietly, closing his eyes in anticipation for the pleasure that was about to come. He thanked the fate that his sister was out celebrating the last day of school year and his parents had to get back to work after attending his graduation.

He's always known that the day he graduates is gonna be great, but he's never predicted it's gonna be that great.

"What's this?" Stacey's voice was worried. She pulled out a small eye shadow pallette and a lipstick and showed it to her boyfriend that was laying underneath her.

At that very moment Fred knew he's lost everything that could happen in this bedroom.

There was no way out. He could say some other girl left it here, but what sane person would lie to their girlfriend that she's cheated on? He could also go for 'it's my sister's' option. But come on, what would his sister things do in his drawer?

He could only say the truth.

"I asked you a question-"

"It's mine." the boy gulped, turning his head to the side to not face his girlfriend. By that simple action she knew that he wasn't lying.

Stacey dropped the items onto the bed, quickly got off of Fred and stood up rigidly. All she's ever wanted was a normal, decent boyfriend who'd treat her right. When the glorious Freddie appeared on the way she thought that it's the right one. The right one that she will create a loving family with.

Now she wanted to cry.

"I can understand women liking other women. I can understand men liking other men. But this-" her voice broke and she covered her mouth with her fragile hand. The strap of her yellow flowery dress fell off of her shoulder and was now hanging loosely. "I don't even know what to call this."

Stacey started fixing her dress and hair in a hurry, wanting to be out of this house as soon as possible.

Fred gulped. He sat up and pinned his eyes to Stacey. Every her move was like a sting into his heart. He didn't want her to leave him. He couldn't have his heart broken again.

"I love you."

A meek voice, so different from the loud and brave one the boy usually used. Stacey shivered. She had feelings for him. But didn't want to engage into something that she couldn't manage.

Since she was a small girl she wanted nothing but to live a peaceful, traditional life.

And life with Freddie would be anything but that.