Guy twisted the top off his beer bottle and tossed it on the table the window, listening to it scrape along the smooth surface of the tabletop before falling off on the other side. He wasn't really much of a drinker, and truth be told he'd rather drink anything other then beer, he hated the taste and the smell made him gag. That night it didn't matter at all, he just wanted to drown his sorrow in the bitter flavor of barley and hops. It was in fact all he and Ben had left in the mini fridge anyway.
In the room next to his a newlywed couple celebrated their vows in the most intimated of ways and Guy tried his hardest to block their howls of joy and murmurs of pleasure from his mind. He raised the long necked bottle to his lips, gulping down half its contents before stopping to breathe. Guy closed his eyes, laying back on his pillow, trying to hum loud enough to stifle the noise from the other side of the wall.
Soon he'd lost control of his thoughts as sleep took over his body and his mind began to drift back. Back to the time when life was simple and happiness seemed like an attainable dream. It was just sitting there, waiting for him to extend his hand and grasp it with his strong fingers and hold tightly. He found true happiness one night, pure bliss, untainted by anything in the outside world. The most joyful he'd ever been, was the day he made love to the girl, that would grow into the women, he'd marry.
Connie's dad had this rule, that the young couple weren't allowed to spend the evening alone together until she sixteen. He'd always made sure one of their other friend's, members of what their parents called The Diaper Squad, were around. That meant, Peter, Jesse or Charlie, had to tag along on their dates. One night she'd gotten so tired of being treated like a baby, that she told her dad she was going skating with some friends, she even got Charlie to back her up on it, instead she spent the night unattended with Guy.
The pair made themselves comfortable on the ground in the small backyard, behind guys apartment, staring up at the stars. The dry blades of lawn irritated her short clad legs and she squirmed, brushing against him ever so gently. In that little touch, everything changed, their lives, their relationship, everything was different. That touch sparked a fire in both of them, that consumed their innocence before the night was over.
Connie's skin had never felt smoother, her lips softer, her hands more like velvet. Kisses sweet as honey soon lured them both further then they'd ever go at such a young age. Hands pawing, fingers scratching. Before they knew how far they were going a shock of pain ripped through Connie's tiny body and it was too late. They couldn't go back. There was no tomorrow, or yesterday, right then all there was, was that moment and their love.
Guy could feel his heart beat faster with every kiss, every tender stroke. Pounding like a drum, the rhythm growing louder in his ears. Then suddenly he was drawn back from his memories from the buzz of an alarm clock, the banging in his head no longer a distant dream, but a side effected of his drinking the night before. His eyes flashed open and winced at the day light sun. Morning, why did it have to be morning, when in the slumber of night all had been perfect?
In the room next to his a newlywed couple celebrated their vows in the most intimated of ways and Guy tried his hardest to block their howls of joy and murmurs of pleasure from his mind. He raised the long necked bottle to his lips, gulping down half its contents before stopping to breathe. Guy closed his eyes, laying back on his pillow, trying to hum loud enough to stifle the noise from the other side of the wall.
Soon he'd lost control of his thoughts as sleep took over his body and his mind began to drift back. Back to the time when life was simple and happiness seemed like an attainable dream. It was just sitting there, waiting for him to extend his hand and grasp it with his strong fingers and hold tightly. He found true happiness one night, pure bliss, untainted by anything in the outside world. The most joyful he'd ever been, was the day he made love to the girl, that would grow into the women, he'd marry.
Connie's dad had this rule, that the young couple weren't allowed to spend the evening alone together until she sixteen. He'd always made sure one of their other friend's, members of what their parents called The Diaper Squad, were around. That meant, Peter, Jesse or Charlie, had to tag along on their dates. One night she'd gotten so tired of being treated like a baby, that she told her dad she was going skating with some friends, she even got Charlie to back her up on it, instead she spent the night unattended with Guy.
The pair made themselves comfortable on the ground in the small backyard, behind guys apartment, staring up at the stars. The dry blades of lawn irritated her short clad legs and she squirmed, brushing against him ever so gently. In that little touch, everything changed, their lives, their relationship, everything was different. That touch sparked a fire in both of them, that consumed their innocence before the night was over.
Connie's skin had never felt smoother, her lips softer, her hands more like velvet. Kisses sweet as honey soon lured them both further then they'd ever go at such a young age. Hands pawing, fingers scratching. Before they knew how far they were going a shock of pain ripped through Connie's tiny body and it was too late. They couldn't go back. There was no tomorrow, or yesterday, right then all there was, was that moment and their love.
Guy could feel his heart beat faster with every kiss, every tender stroke. Pounding like a drum, the rhythm growing louder in his ears. Then suddenly he was drawn back from his memories from the buzz of an alarm clock, the banging in his head no longer a distant dream, but a side effected of his drinking the night before. His eyes flashed open and winced at the day light sun. Morning, why did it have to be morning, when in the slumber of night all had been perfect?