"So, you can hold your breath the longest, huh?"
I turned to Stan, surprised at his sudden inquiry. It had been weeks since the horrible 'Pi Pi Water Park' incident (which, by the way, I was still traumatized over). Well, apparently my earlier declaration from all that time ago about being able to hold my breath the longest had not gone unnoticed by my best friend. I just didn't get why he brought it up now. We were in his blow-up pool he had somehow convinced his mom to let him buy, squished into it in an uncomfortable position. The water was cold, but it was summer, so I wasn't complaining. I don't even know why I agreed to climb into this tiny thing with him. Well, it wasn't that small; we could move around and all, but not much. It was like…a hot tub, only not.
"Well," I said, shifting in the water to face him. "Yeah. Why?"
"You never got to show me," Stan said, watching me with bright eyes.
"And?"
"Show me."
I shrugged. "Alright. Time me."
I took a deep breath, making to go under water, when suddenly Stan leaned forward and grasped my shoulder, yanking me toward him and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes went wide. I hadn't been expecting that. Everything Stan did was predictable; he never really surprised me. But this—this was catastrophic. I nearly fainted at the sheer shock of his bold move.
But also, I considered the horror of my best friend kissing me. I wanted to pull away and cuss at him, scream at him, maybe even punch him. But I couldn't. For some damn reason, I couldn't move a muscle. I could only stand there in that tiny cold pool kissing my best friend. Yeah; I ended up kissing him back.
His lips tasted good. They were chapped from the summer heat, but they were delicious. Our mouths moved against one another's, his tongue wetting mine whenever his mouth sucked all the saliva off. He took my bottom lip and sucked on it and I shivered, in combination of Stan's amazing kiss, and the cold water that sloshed around us with every movement we made.
I couldn't believe any of this was happening.
I pulled back gasping for breath, flushed and breathless, staring at him with wide, wild, confused eyes. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning.
"You can hold you breath the longest," he said.
Panting, I managed to ask "what?"
He licked his lips and I resisted the urge to kiss them again. (This was weird, considering my total horror and confusion as to WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED.)
"Your total time;" he said, holding up his hand as if it were in possession of a stop watch, "2 minutes."
2 minutes?
"I—I could totally do longer! You just caught me off guard!" I protested.
Stan's grin widened.
"Wanna try again?"