My newest oneshot. I promise Ill update She Wants To Hear She's Beautiful in the next two days :)
Glory Fades
Seths always wanted to fit in. Now was his chance. He was at Hollys party, everyone drunk around him. He was sober. Ofcorse. He was only 14. He knew better then to get drunk at 14. But now, this really pretty girl was tugging at his shirt. Kissing his neck. Slurring the words : ''Upstairs for bed." and "Your so hot."
Why not? Who knows when the next time a girl will show the slightest of intrest in him. So, he though, he's going to. "Upstairs for bed." He nodded. Then he stopped. Pretty-girl made a whining sound, but he smiled at her, dimple power, and she smiled back.
She was drunk. He wasn't. Wasn't that taking advantage of her? He didn't want to risk it. So, he took a few beers from the crate, drinking all 3 as fast as he could.
He didn't feel it imedeatly. They walked up the stairs together, and pretty-girl started giggling horrifically. She pushed him into the bathroom, and then further into the shower, both with all their clothes still on. She turned the water on high, and soaked Seths clothes right through. She giggled again, pulling him out of the bathroom and into a bedroom.
Seth landed on the bed, and he peeled off his wet teeshirt. Obviously, giving her the wrong impression. She smiled and turned off the lights. Soon, she was ontop of Seth kissing his neck and pulling down the zipper on his pants, pulling them off. Then, she took off all her clothes and wispered "Ill be right back."
Seth gripped the sheets. "This is so messed up." He thought.
Pretty-girls back. Condom in hand.
Seths always thought of sex. Talked about it with Captain Oats. Thought he'd enjoy it. So why does he feel so gross, so dirty?
"Come on." Pretty-girl slurred, and grinded against him. Seth did what he was supposed to. He felt like throwing up. Pretty-girls breathing was sexy and smooth, his choppy and scarse.
He could see himself now, in the future. He was devorced 5 times, with 8 kids and he didn't have visitation rights to any of them. Even less cool then now.
He feels like crying, but he knew he couldn't. He doesn't want to blow it any more then he already had, so he kept doing what he already was. As long as he had to. Pretty-girl moaned. Seth shuddered. Why was he being such a pussy? She obviously liked it.
Seth was still soaked. He trudged down the stairs. The beer was a dud. He had drunk the non-alchoholic beer. The fake stuff. It was atleast 2 am now. He'd have to sneek in his window.
So he did. Just that. Sneeked into his bedroom window at 2:30 am, and grabbed Captain Oats.
"Die young and save yourself."
