I wasn't sure what came over me in that moment, but my lips were against Page's, and a small smile was on my face, though I wasn't sure if either of us really meant the gestures. I glanced at her, keeping an arm around her shoulders. It was a strange feeling, to have just kissed my best friend, but it really...wasn't a bad one. Her lips were soft and warm, and...I hadn't been kissed since Jessica. So, I did the only thing I could think to do, and leaned down and kissed her again. I put my hands in her hair, pulling her closer to me and locking our lips, grinning as she walked us toward a bench, and climbed up on it. Even then, she was only six or so inches taller than me, so I could still kiss her, and only had to tilt my neck up a little. I pulled away from the kiss for a second and looked at her. This was...insane. Part of it...didn't make sense, that she could have been here all along, but neither of us would have noticed it right before our faces. Because that kiss? Felt more right than anything I'd ever done in my life.
But then the other part of it felt absolutely right. Like her lips were made for me to kiss, because god, the way they fit mine was...better than any kiss I'd had in my life. I ran a hand through her hair and looked up at her as she stood on the bench, laughing lightly at the fact that she had to do so to be as tall as I was. She gave me a foreboding look, and jumped down from the bench, looking up at me. I looked into her eyes, wondering what to do from there. This was...really new to me. I'd never kissed my best friend. I'd never even thought of it, really. But when she kissed me, it sent a pulse to my brain to return the favor. And now, I had to admit, I was more than a little bit confused about how I felt for her. I'd kissed a few people in my life. But, none of them had quite felt like that. And we hadn't even gone beyond a simple touch of the lips. I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat and looked at Page, wondering if she had any idea where to go from here.
She smiled softly at me, and rocked up onto her tip toes, pressing another kiss to my lips, this time keeping them there a bit longer. I leaned down and put my hand in her hair, on the back of her head, deepening the kiss a bit, and followed her lead as she backed me up, into a huge conifer tree. I wasn't sure what direction this was about to go in, but I went with her lead, and grinned a bit when I felt her lips open. I followed her lead and brushed my tongue against hers, moving my hands lower and resting them on her hips. Our tongues danced with one another, and explored the reaches of one another's mouths, and her hands were...running up and down my back, in a way I never would have thought Page's would. I wasn't exactly sure what would have happened, had things kept going at that pace, but I didn't get a chance to find out, before Dean poked his head out the sliding glass door.
"Dude! I'm all for PDA, but I do NOT want to look out the damn window and see the two of you screwing up against a tree, okay?" he shouted, in true Dean fashion, and ruined the moment that Page and I had going.
Page scoffed and glared at the door. "Dean, what the hell?" she looked around us, watching as a couple of the people around us turned their lights on. I think I even saw one of them come to the window.
He shrugged. "Well! If you guys want a night alone, I'd be more than happy to arrange a night where we have more than one hotel room! God knows sharing a room with my brother and his...whatever the hell you are--"
"Best friend," we both spoke up, glaring at Dean.
"Whatever. God knows it's cramping my style..." he told us, grinning as both of our faces twisted in anger. "Well! I could have had a bazillion women coming and going by now if I wasn't sharing a room with my brother and the girl he so obviously wants to--"
"DEAN!" I yelled. "Shut up and go to bed, okay?" I pointed back into the hotel room and covered my face in humiliation. I could not believe he had just done that. I watched as he hesitantly obeyed, grumbling the whole way. Well, at least in that ataxia of insanity, I had found out that Page and I were just best friends, still. So, the idea that the two of us could be more was...insane. I bit my lip as the two of us headed back into the hotel room behind Dean. Why did that make me feel...sad? Empty, even? Page and I had been best friends for just under a decade now. So, remaining friends wouldn't be...bad, right? But...why was it...making me feel empty? I let Page go inside first, and watched her crawl into bed.
Once again, I was about to lay in the bed I'd set up on the floor, when Page called to me. "Sam? Come sleep up here with me?" she asked me, patting the bed beside her.
I grinned and nodded my head, getting up and heading for the bed. "Sure..." I said, glancing toward Dean's bed and raising an eyebrow. He was giving me an all-knowing glance, and it was making me a little uneasy. But, I crawled into bed with Page, and as she curled up to me this time, I have to admit...I felt something...different. Something I'd never felt for Page before. The blood was...rushing lower, and...shit. I stood up quickly. "Um...I...need to use the bathroom. Just...you know, fall asleep if I take awhile. I'll...be out eventually..." I said, watching confusion spread across Page's face, and then glanced at Dean, at the smirk he was wearing. I flipped him off and hurried into the bathroom, turning on the shower—but only the cold water. I stripped down and stared into the mirror, before I got into the shower. What...in the hell was going on? This was Page. Page Fabrizzio. My best friend since high school. We'd been friends for years. And I'd never thought of her like this before. So...what the hell was this sudden change about?
What in the hell was happening to me?