I stared at him from afar, with a drink in hand and my other arm crossed in front of my chest. The cup I held wavered only a few inches under my nose, my upper lip just resting on the rim and I took in a strong whiff of the contents inside. I already knew what I was drinking, but something about the heavy scented alcohol made me want to indulge in it. And during all of this, my eyes never left his figure.

He sat on a countertop in the kitchen, both of his legs swinging back and forth and on his facial features was a smile that was crooked but lit up the dim room. Nobody else resided within. Made me wonder why the hell he was smiling the way he was when he seemed to be alone.

I took notice of his hair. Anyone could tell it was dyed in such a shitty manor. The roots - they were probably my favourite part. How they revealed the boys natural colour. A dirty dish water blonde that were about an inch or so long, and following his natural shade of blonde were the greasy black locks that were so obvious they were beginning to fade. I admired the fact that he walked around in public knowing his hair looked terrible. What I wanted to do was walk up to him and ask him :

"So why'd you do it?"

I imagine his smile would quickly fade and to cover up his features instead would be confusion. He wouldn't even have to ask what I was talking about. I'd continue myself; no further questions.

"Cover your natural hair colour, I mean."

For some reason, I feel like he'd laugh in my face. He'd laugh and laugh and maybe kick his legs a little more while he did so. Me - I'd stare at him with disgust on my face but also curiosity because this boy struck my interest.

I continued to watch him as I tilted my cup to down the rest of the alcohol within. My eyes never left his figure and when I licked my bottom lip to get the remaining substance off, he just so happened to glance my way.

I froze - I swear I did. My breathing stopped for a moment until I threw my empty cup behind me blindly. My eyes wanted to dart to the side to avoid the eye contact we were beginning to pertain to, but I couldn't find myself to do it. So instead, I watched him as he smiled my way with that crooked grin of his, then he lifted a hand which waved slightly at the wrist in such a nonchalant way. I thought it'd end there but the boy surprised me and hand motioned for me to come over to him. It took me a moment to process everything. I ran my hand through my natural black hair, (unlike his) thought about what the hell I was doing, then shrugged my shoulders muttering, 'Why not.'

The kitchen wasn't too far from where I stood in the house. Just a few strides and I was standing in the same room as the boy with the terrible dye job. With a closer view of how he appeared, I took in the lip piercing and the septum ring he had in his nose. His eyes sent chills down my entire body. They were so rich and pure like the ocean I felt like I could swim within the irises. Those eyes had a way of smiling much different than his mouth was doing and I could only envy that he had that ability, because I couldn't even smile with my mouth majority of the time let alone my eyes.

He was still kicking his legs back and forth sitting on that damned kitchen counter, I wanted to stick my arms out, grab him by the legs and say, 'Cut it out.' But I didn't. Instead, I stood before him with my arms crossed awkwardly over my chest and for once, I wasn't looking at him. I focused on the counter next to him, which was marble and obviously very expensive.

"You looked sort of lonely back there. Not one for parties I take it?"

His voice had a slight southern drawl, something I definitely didn't expect.

I shrugged my shoulders while tilting my head to one side. "Not really. I only come because my best friend throws these things."

He laughed softly. I watched as his left eye squinted more than his right. Then his right hand came forward asking for a handshake, which I looked at as though it were foreign. And he mentioned his name.

"I'm Kenneth."

Hesitantly, I shook his hand - it was soft and light - and I muttered my own name: "Craig." And when I let go, I almost felt empty. So I blamed it on the alcohol.

Those dirty blonde roots, Christ, they enticed me to the point I wanted to kiss the crown of Kenneth's head. I still hadn't gotten to the point of asking why he dyed his hair such a deep shade of black, but before the night ended that made my list of things to ask.

I sat on the marble island which was located flat dab in the middle of the kitchen. Hanging above my head were pots and pans of all sorts of sizes and I had to be careful not to knock myself into any of them due to me being as tall as I was. Kenneth was across from me, still sitting on the counter. He kept messing with his lip piercing, pulling back the ring on his bottom lip with his teeth. It was cute. He was cute. The fact that I admitted it bothered me to the point I began to drink more throughout the night. A mix of vodka and gin sent me over the edge. At the moment, I bit the rim of the cup watching Kenneth swing his legs and ramble on until eventually, I set my plastic cup down beside me then jumped off the island.

I got right up in his legs - between them and no longer moving - my hands were on his knees, feeling the fabric of his ratted blue jeans, they were shaking and they were slightly sweaty but I ignored that. Leaning closer to him, I muttered his name. My voice rang as seductive, which was unintentional, but at this point, I was definitely drunk so it didn't matter. He murmured something right back at me.

"Call me Kenny... only my parents use Kenneth."

"Okay..."

He was so close to me. So close, I could smell him. His aroma was better than the alcohol I drank, it reminded me of the outdoors mixed with a little cat food and possible cheap cologne, and it smelled wonderful to my senses. My nose nudged the crook of his neck. I knew Kenny had a smile plastered upon his face, that seemed to be the kind of guy he was. Taking in another hard breath through my nostrils set me off and suddenly, my lips were kissing his neck.

This wasn't me. The guy who fooled around at parties. No, I tended to be the one who stayed off to the side watching everyone else around me. But something about Kenny made me want to do this.

He laughed in my ear and he continued to laugh as I pulled back with furrowed eyebrows. I don't know why but I laughed along with him. Our laughter filled the entire kitchen. My fingers clutched onto the front of the jacket he wore, leaning back into his neck, my laughter muffled against his skin. My sides hurt like hell, but I couldn't stop myself from the stupidity. A small sliver of saliva slipped out of my mouth falling onto his neck. The moment it happened, I became so horrified that I mumbled 'sorry' so many times in his ear. I clutched his jacket with more force, pulling it downward and the saliva started to spread across my mouth with each 'sorry' that came from my lips. During this, Kenny continued to laugh and I decided he was easy-going - someone who ultimately didn't care, so I shut up... then shut down.

I honestly have no idea if I should continue this story or not! I got the premise randomly one night and I just started writing from whatever came to mind. If I do end up continuing this, there will only be one other chapter because I don't feel this story will be going very far. In my opinion, this isn't my best work and any sort of feed-back I would deeply appreciate!