Charlie's POV
I think maybe I shouldn't have had that six pack before that party. I knew Jesse always had more then enough alcohol at those things anyway. But then again if I hadn't been totally wasted I may have missed out on the best thing that ever happened to me. That game of spin the bottle changed me for life I guess. We were all sitting in a circle in the living room of Jesse and Terry's apartment drunk out of our minds trying to think of something that we could all do that wouldn't get us either arrested or make us puke. The original ducks and new ducks were having a get together to say goodbye, in a week we'd all be going off to college in separate places.
I think it was Goldberg that had the great idea to play spin the bottle, I think he thought it might be the only chance he over got to kiss Tammy Duncan. He's had a crush on her forever and hadn't seen her much since we started at Eden Hall almost four years ago. Everyone was too bombed to disagree so we decided to play, Portman made the stipulation that no matter you land on who have to kiss them no matter the gender. I think he thought that would be the only way he'd get to see Connie and Julie make out a fantasy he'd had for years.
In the minutes to follow Peter kissed Averman, Luis kissed Russ and the funniest of all was Portman and Fulton who both looked like they were going to pass out at any moment.
"You guys don't put any effort into it, it's like this." Julie Gaffney drunk off her ass is a funny site especially when she grabs Karp who she's only met four times in her life and plants the biggest wettest French kiss on him I've ever seen. It was my turn to spin down and I was praying to get anyone of the girls, they were all hott. Of course, curse my rotten luck I landed on the only sober person in the room, who's eyes widened in fear (at least I think it was fear) when it stopped. Adam. Everyone was watching me and I was never one to chicken out, so I pounced on Banksie and pressed a kiss on him that rivaled the one Julie gave Karp.
When I pulled back, Banks got up and sprinted out the front door to the busy street bellow. That wasn't a good sign at all. He was pissed that I kissed him like that in front of the team, I could tell. He's always been shy, I'm sure that didn't help matters any either.
"I'll be back guys, I'm gonna go check on him." Connie got up from the floor and sort of toppled over landing in Guy's
"Stay there Connie, I'll go talk to him." I was ten times more smashed then her but I could still walk.
I found him curled up in a ball in the alley beside Terry and Jesse's complex. The boy was shaking like a leaf as I approached and that didn't make me feel to great. In fact I felt awful for doing that to him.
"Banksie, you alright?"
"Yeah Charlie, I'm fine go back to the party." His voice was small and weak, quiet different then the deep masculine one it had changed into over our eight years of friendship.
"Look Banks if your mad at that kiss, I'm sorry buddy, it was just part of the game."
"I'm not mad at you Charlie." His tone was as soft as it was the first time
"Then what is it Cake-eater?" I wondered toward him and took a seat next to him on the disgusting ground. He squirmed away from me a little bit and looked at me cautiously "Where are you going?" by now he'd wiggled his way to the other side of the alleyway.
"I want to be far enough away from you, that you can't hit me when I tell you." He answered lifting his head to look me in the eye
"Well I can't reach you now so what is it?"
"Charlie, I liked that kiss. I've had a crush on you for years, since freshmen year. I couldn't say anything cuz I didn't want to mess up our friendship."
I sat there looking at him as the news soaked into my brain
"You're…?"
Adam only nodded averting his eyes to his sneakers, the laces seemed to be interesting him to no end.
"That kiss in there Charlie it was more then just part of the game to me. You have no idea how many nights I sat awake in our dorm watching you sleep wondering what it would be like to feel your lips against mine." As he said the one lone tear trickled down his cheek and plunked onto the collar of his trademark polo shirt.
I don't know what possessed me to get up and cross the a distance between us. Banks leapt to his feet and tried to run, but I caught him by the shoulder, yanking him to a stop. He clenched his deep blue eyes closed tightly as if preparing the beating he thought I'd give him. When I didn't punch him in the stomach as he thought I would he opened them. I brought my hands to the side of his face and he flinched anticipating at the very least a smack. Instead I took his face in my hands and dropped my mouth to his. At first he was reluctant, but only at first. As his soft lips parted my tongue snaked in exploring the depth of his throat. There was something about the way his body felt against mine as our kisses grew deeper. Something I couldn't explain, still can't to this day.
I had known him forever, since we were ten and Adam had never struck me as that good of a kisser. No make out session I had ever been in compared to this, no girl had ever had so much passion for me. It was as if it was flowing from every part of his body and working it's way out of him from his mouth. And I liked it. I could feel the knot in my stomach loosing in with each movement of his tongue. And when we pulled away from each other we said nothing only held each other for the remainder of the night there in the alleyway. In fact we fell asleep there on someone's fire escape in the embrace of one another. I wonder if anyone ever noticed that we didn't come back to the party that night. But then again, who really cares if they did.
I think maybe I shouldn't have had that six pack before that party. I knew Jesse always had more then enough alcohol at those things anyway. But then again if I hadn't been totally wasted I may have missed out on the best thing that ever happened to me. That game of spin the bottle changed me for life I guess. We were all sitting in a circle in the living room of Jesse and Terry's apartment drunk out of our minds trying to think of something that we could all do that wouldn't get us either arrested or make us puke. The original ducks and new ducks were having a get together to say goodbye, in a week we'd all be going off to college in separate places.
I think it was Goldberg that had the great idea to play spin the bottle, I think he thought it might be the only chance he over got to kiss Tammy Duncan. He's had a crush on her forever and hadn't seen her much since we started at Eden Hall almost four years ago. Everyone was too bombed to disagree so we decided to play, Portman made the stipulation that no matter you land on who have to kiss them no matter the gender. I think he thought that would be the only way he'd get to see Connie and Julie make out a fantasy he'd had for years.
In the minutes to follow Peter kissed Averman, Luis kissed Russ and the funniest of all was Portman and Fulton who both looked like they were going to pass out at any moment.
"You guys don't put any effort into it, it's like this." Julie Gaffney drunk off her ass is a funny site especially when she grabs Karp who she's only met four times in her life and plants the biggest wettest French kiss on him I've ever seen. It was my turn to spin down and I was praying to get anyone of the girls, they were all hott. Of course, curse my rotten luck I landed on the only sober person in the room, who's eyes widened in fear (at least I think it was fear) when it stopped. Adam. Everyone was watching me and I was never one to chicken out, so I pounced on Banksie and pressed a kiss on him that rivaled the one Julie gave Karp.
When I pulled back, Banks got up and sprinted out the front door to the busy street bellow. That wasn't a good sign at all. He was pissed that I kissed him like that in front of the team, I could tell. He's always been shy, I'm sure that didn't help matters any either.
"I'll be back guys, I'm gonna go check on him." Connie got up from the floor and sort of toppled over landing in Guy's
"Stay there Connie, I'll go talk to him." I was ten times more smashed then her but I could still walk.
I found him curled up in a ball in the alley beside Terry and Jesse's complex. The boy was shaking like a leaf as I approached and that didn't make me feel to great. In fact I felt awful for doing that to him.
"Banksie, you alright?"
"Yeah Charlie, I'm fine go back to the party." His voice was small and weak, quiet different then the deep masculine one it had changed into over our eight years of friendship.
"Look Banks if your mad at that kiss, I'm sorry buddy, it was just part of the game."
"I'm not mad at you Charlie." His tone was as soft as it was the first time
"Then what is it Cake-eater?" I wondered toward him and took a seat next to him on the disgusting ground. He squirmed away from me a little bit and looked at me cautiously "Where are you going?" by now he'd wiggled his way to the other side of the alleyway.
"I want to be far enough away from you, that you can't hit me when I tell you." He answered lifting his head to look me in the eye
"Well I can't reach you now so what is it?"
"Charlie, I liked that kiss. I've had a crush on you for years, since freshmen year. I couldn't say anything cuz I didn't want to mess up our friendship."
I sat there looking at him as the news soaked into my brain
"You're…?"
Adam only nodded averting his eyes to his sneakers, the laces seemed to be interesting him to no end.
"That kiss in there Charlie it was more then just part of the game to me. You have no idea how many nights I sat awake in our dorm watching you sleep wondering what it would be like to feel your lips against mine." As he said the one lone tear trickled down his cheek and plunked onto the collar of his trademark polo shirt.
I don't know what possessed me to get up and cross the a distance between us. Banks leapt to his feet and tried to run, but I caught him by the shoulder, yanking him to a stop. He clenched his deep blue eyes closed tightly as if preparing the beating he thought I'd give him. When I didn't punch him in the stomach as he thought I would he opened them. I brought my hands to the side of his face and he flinched anticipating at the very least a smack. Instead I took his face in my hands and dropped my mouth to his. At first he was reluctant, but only at first. As his soft lips parted my tongue snaked in exploring the depth of his throat. There was something about the way his body felt against mine as our kisses grew deeper. Something I couldn't explain, still can't to this day.
I had known him forever, since we were ten and Adam had never struck me as that good of a kisser. No make out session I had ever been in compared to this, no girl had ever had so much passion for me. It was as if it was flowing from every part of his body and working it's way out of him from his mouth. And I liked it. I could feel the knot in my stomach loosing in with each movement of his tongue. And when we pulled away from each other we said nothing only held each other for the remainder of the night there in the alleyway. In fact we fell asleep there on someone's fire escape in the embrace of one another. I wonder if anyone ever noticed that we didn't come back to the party that night. But then again, who really cares if they did.