Mariah's Point Of View
After Chaz had left to go control Ryan, I saw Justin waddling over to where I was. He sat down in front of me, and started flirting. I told him he should stop it. He didn't. He continued. I had no power to stop him. No matter what I told him, he still did it. I knew Chaz saw what he was doing. I felt my heart sink as Justin attached his lips to mine. I just fell into his actions. I couldn't help it. It was like this jolt of lightening hit my body. It was an incredible feeling. I just wanted to cry now, though, because I loved Chaz. I didn't want to hurt him, and now I did. I peeked over to see what Chaz was doing. He was man handling Ryan into the house. He slung him down on the couch, along with Sara. He was telling them something. I shut my eyes and moaned as Justin continued with his kissing. I was feeling so turned on right then, but I felt like fucking shit. I fucked up. There was probably no turning back now. Chaz saw the whole entire thing.
I felt a small hot tear rolling down my face. I quickly pushed Justin away. "STOP IT." I screamed at him, now the tears were hotter, and falling faster. I looked away, and saw Chaz coming back out of the house. I hid my face and cried. I knew this was going to be the end of our friendship. I made out with his drunk best friend, and I didn't try to stop him before he even started.
"Go in the house." I heard him tell Justin. I didn't even bother looking up. I had my face buried in my hands. I was so ashamed of my actions.
"Mariah, doll." I heard him say, he had his hands on mine, trying to pry them from my face. His voice was soft, and quiet. It sounded forgiving, but I wasn't sure. I looked up at him and wiped my face.
"D-Do you hate me?" I stuttered out with a sigh, wiping more tears from my eyes. I knew he probably did, but I thought I'd ask anyway.
He shook his head, and took my hand, placing it in his. "No. It wasn't your fault. Nothing is anyone's fault tonight. They're just being a bunch of dumb ass drunks." He rolled his eyes, looking at the three inside the house. "Say we ditch them, and go back to my house? We don't need to stay in this fuckery anymore." He said with a smirk.
"But, can I tell you something first?" His smirk fell and went serious as he scooted close to me.
"Sure." I said with a nod, leaning close to him.
"You know like, forever ago, when I was saying I liked Mcdonalds and shit like that? That cute girl?" His smirk was coming back as he spoke. I just nodded and smiled a little.
"Yeah, I remember." I said with a nod and a small laugh.
"Well, that cute girl…" He paused, taking a deep breath before looking straight into my eyes. "That cute girl is you." He said, moving closer to me. Any closer and our lips would be…. Attached. Attached they were. I shut my eyes for a moment and smiled afterwards. He kissed my forehead and sat back a bit. "I love you, Mariah. So fucking much it hurts sometimes. It hurt when I saw you kissing Justin. I thought my stomach was about fall out of my ass." He laughed softly with a nod. "I've been waiting for so long to tell you, but I didn't know how." He shrugged, looking down at the ground for a moment. "I really hope you feel the same about me, because I will honestly feel like a fucking idiot, spilling all my heart and lungs out on you, and looking like a total fag."
I just smiled, taking both of his hands. I squeezed them tight and laughed. "Chaz, you know what?" I said, leaning close to him. "I love you too." I whispered softly into his ear, but loud enough for him to hear. I saw the smile forming on his face as I pulled back a bit. "I love you a whole lot, Chaz. It hurt me to even have Justin there kissing on me. That's why I was crying." I nodded softly with a small smile, leaning forward again, attaching his lips to mine. "Be mine? Forever?" I asked in a whisper.
He smiled, and leaned up against my ear after I pulled away a bit for a moment. "I'll be yours. As long as you can tolerate me. Which, I hope is forever." He pulled back.
I felt so amazing. It felt like a fairytale. I never imagined ever meeting a boy who actually wanted to be my boyfriend. I've never in my life kissed a boy, or had a boyfriend. Chaz was my first, and hopefully my last.
Chaz nuzzled my nose a bit as he scrunched up his face. I giggled at him, and nuzzled his nose back. "Let's go home." He said in a quiet voice, letting go of my hand so he could stand up. He went up behind my chair, and helped me out of the backyard. We walked/rolled all the way to his house.
I couldn't have been happier that night. I got to spend the night with my new boyfriend, and I just got to actually feel a real kiss from someone I love. He was mine, and that's all that mattered now.