She was taller than me today...
The room rumbled with the murmur of the dozens of people as most people drifted away, some with the aid of their designated drivers. Although it was just a highschool party, there ended up being more alcohol than Krysta had hoped but it was a great night none-the-less. Everyone was there, including Marcy. She wasn't much to most people, just another Goth in the high school crowd. Krysta knew otherwise; she knew Marcy wasn't Goth, just had black hair and good taste in music, unlike some of those poor souls that call themselves popular. Marcy had been a new student a few years back but was quickly accepted into Krysta's small group. She was smaller than Krysta by a solid three inches. God she looked so beautiful today, Krysta thought, gazing at her from afar. The crowd was thinning more and more as the a.m. grew bigger.
"Krysta! Kryyyyys!" Alana shouted, running up to her old friend. "Dude. Dude. Seriously. Dude. Try this." She shoved a bottle of a smelly clear liquid into Krysta's face.
Krysta laughed at her clearly dunk best friend. "I'll pass. You need to lie down." Krysta motioned her friend to the nearby couch, keeping her upright.
"Noooooooo!" Alana refused, forcing the bottle at Krysta once more. "Chug" She burped, a sly grin spreading ear to ear.
Krysta sighed and took the bottle, setting her friend on the couch. Alana looked at Krysta, eyes gleaming with anticipation. With another sigh, Krysta started drinking from the bottle. Whatever it was didn't taste bad, but it burned her throat, so Krysta stopped at half the bottle only to see Alana passed out on the couch. Setting the bottle down, Krysta began feeling fuzzy. I need to lie down, she thought, ambling over to the wall for support. Whatever that was, it was fast and effective. Krysta shambled down the hall, vision blurring, fading in and out slowly darkening.
"Krysta?" a soft voice called right as Krysta's vision faded and she fell to the floor.
Her head hurt like hell as Krysta slowly opened her eyes. There was a girl there, above her. The light from the window behind made her look almost angelic. Her black hair shimmered and her beautiful brown eyes twinkled as she stared down the melting pocky in her hand. Krysta smiled devilishly as Marcy went to take a bite. She reached a hand up and bumped Marcy's elbow, making the pocky miss her mouth. She gasped and looked down with a pout.
"Glad to see you're awake jerk, my legs were about to fall asleep." She giggled, wiping the chocolate off her cheek. For a moment, Krysta looked shocked.
But her expression soon turned to a smirk, "But you're so damn comfy." She smiled, rocking her head on Marcy's lap. She laughed and poked Krysta's stomach. Krysta smiled and laughed as Marcy tried to take another bite, wary of Krysta. At the last possible moment, Krysta bumped Marcy's elbow once more, jarring the pocky off course once more. It just barely missed, hitting Marcy's bottom lip. Instantly her lips pursed into a pout.
"Don't worry." Krysta whispered, propping herself up just high enough to kiss her. Marcy leaned down and met Krysta's lips who cupped her cheek. One of Marcy's hands wrapped around Krysta's back, pulling her closer and this deepening the kiss. As she pulled Krysta closer, her tongue skimmed over Marcy's bottom lip, taking the chocolate. The feeling was like no other. Krysta's lips opened more and Marcy's tongue touched and teased the tip of hers. Krysta's hands wrapped around Marcy's neck as she played with her silky black hair. She knew exactly what he was doing. Marcy expertly moved her tongue with Krysta's. Strange, Krysta thought, today, she's taller than me.