Chapter 3: Accidents

Where do I start? The part where I freak out, or the part before I freak out?

Yeah, I'll just start from the beginning.

The party that all of us planned was going great. Once Ray was told about it, he was all for it. Mo became a clean freak, making sure everything was put up and perfect for the party. I tried to reassure her that we weren't inviting the entire world here, just the band, Scott's wife (Sabrina), and Ray. But no, Mo, being the stubborn one she was, insisted on making everything spotless.

I told myself over and over, and practically yelled it to myself at some point, that I was to not think about my feelings for Charlie the whole night. Or everything will go south. No sneaking glances at his face (or any part of his body...ahem, guilty as charged.) No thoughts of Charlie whatsoever. Even though it worked, he was still there, in the back of my mind.

Once I arrived at Mo's house, Mo and Olivia were there waiting on the porch.

"Hey, Stella! Come on, let's go inside and wait for everyone else," Mo greeted.

We stepped inside and I sprawled myself across the couch. I've been to Mo's house plenty of times, so she's used to it.

"So, when do you think the rest of the guys will get here?" I asked, not even caring about the blood rushing to my head considering I was upside down.

"Probably..." Mo was cut off when the bell rang. "Now."

She opened the door, and the guy I haven't seen in forever stepped inside. Ray Beech was in the building.

"Ray! It's been so long!" Mo tackled Ray in a hug.

"How ya doing, Mo?" Ray greeted with a smile. He walked over and hugged Olivia next. "Olivia, you look great." She blushed and smiled in return.

Then he saw me. "Yamada," I stood up and nodded at him. "How've you been?" Ray held out his arms for a hug, and I figured, what the hey? and reluctantly took it.

"Great. And you," I pulled away, giving him a quick once-over, "You've changed! Are you getting taller?"

"Sure am," Ray smirked. Ah, some of the old Ray was still there.

"Have you seen the guys yet?" Olivia asked.

"Yeah, they're right outside," Ray replied.

And as if on cue, everyone else walked through the door. Scott, Sabrina, Charlie, and Wen all greeted us with hugs and whatnot. Charlie and Mo gave each oter a kiss, which I didn't approve of...but I pushed that thought aside.

"So who's ready to get this party started?" Ray cheered.

After a round of Never Have I Ever, Ray pulled me aside.

"Hey, I wanna show you something." Before I could think of anything to say, Ray was pulling me out of the house and towards his car.

"Ray what's goi-" I didn't finish my sentence when I saw Ray pull out bottles. Of vodka. Kill me now.

"No Ray."

"Come on, have a little fun," he whined.

"Not happening! You can't just expect Mo to allow something like-"

"I wasn't gonna tell her. We can spike the punch," Ray suggested.

"We're gonna get murdered. We're gonna get chopped into Stella and Ray pieces and we'll get fed to a cat. I don't wanna become cat kibble!"

"Stella, aren't you the rebellious one? The one who doesn't care about anything and just wants to let loose?" Ray interrogated.

I froze, realizing he was right. "Ugh, fine," I moaned. "But if I go through a cat's mouth and out his end zone, it's on you."

Ray chuckled. "Sounds fair."

We went around the back of Mo's house and into the door leading to the kitchen. Ray handed me a bottle, and I advanced towards the punch bowl, Ray making sure no one was observing the scene. Ray nodded at me, and I took that as my chance to pour the liquor into the bowl.

Once I was sure it had enough, I grabbed the big ladle, and staring stirring, mixing the drinks together. Then, I grabbed the bottle and ran back to Ray.

We put the drinks back in the car, and came back to the back door. Thankfully, no one even knew we were gone.

Ray grabbed two cups and filled them with the spiked punch. "Cheers," he said before giving me a cup. We clinked our glasses and downed the punch and vodka. It tasted...great. And I wanted more.

Pretty soon, everyone had the liquor in their system, except for Mo and Olivia. I think that once they figured out everyone was drunk, they steered clear. Olivia has never even touched a glass of liquor, and Mo...I think Mo was too mad.

"Stella, what did you do?" Mo demanded.

By now, I was pretty tipsy. "Aw, come on Mo," I slurred, "all Ray and I did was spike the punch. We wanted to have some fun. Wooooo!" I shouted.

"You are so gonna get it tomorrow," Mo threatened before storming up to her room.

Scott and Sabrina disappeared. They went into Mo's basement to make out, and then passed out. I should know, I followed them down there to cat call the entire time.

Olivia was taking care of Wen. "Well, since this party got a little out of control, I think I'm gonna drive Wen home." She slung Wen's arm around her shoulder, grabbed their stuff, then headed out.

Ray passed out in the kitchen. He had a little more liquor than everyone else. So now, it was me and Charlie.

"I...feel...so...weird," I slurred, spinning around the living room.

"Stella," Charlie grabbed my arm. I froze, turning to face him.

"Yessss?" I hissed like a snake.

"Heh, that was funny. What, what was I gonna say? Whoops, slipped my mind," Charlie started giggling like a maniac. Soon, I started joining him, and then we were in a laughing fit on the floor.

"Stop, can't breathe!" I giggled. Finally, we calmed down enough to speak.

"Charlie, are you and Mo...serious?" I had to ask the question.

"What do you mean?" He turned to face me on his side, his face about two inches from mine. I could feel his breath on my face.

"I mean...are you thinking of marrying her?"

Charlie just stared into my eyes. The question remained unanswered for minutes, which felt like hours. Finally, he spoke.

"I don't know what I want," he whispered. I felt his hand on my waist, pulling me in towards him. I closed my eyes, throwing my arms around his torso, and savoring the feeling of this proximity, knowing that it probably will never happen again.

"Can I..." Charlie started to ask, which made my eyes fly open. That's when I realized our faces were even closer, our noses grazing against each other. "Can I kiss you?"

In a matter of seconds, his lips were brushing against mine, and I sighed. His lips felt better than I ever imagined. Soft, smooth...and they were on mine. Charlie was kissing me.

The kiss started slow, our mouths just moved, like they were doing their own thing. Then it turrned hot, hungry, needy. I hitched a leg around Charlie's waist, earning a noise I didn't think Charlie could ever make. His tounge slid over my bottom lip, parting my lips and meeting my tounge.

"Mmm," I moaned, and Charlie flipped us so he was straddling me. His lips never left mine, and my hand found his hair, tangling themselves in his soft mane.

"Stella," Charlie moaned.

We kept kissing, a kiss that became all tounge and teeth. Charlie was growling and groaning, and oh let me tell you, he sounded super sexy.

Charlie pulled away, and I whimpered a little. "We can't do this here," Charlie said, looking in the direction of Mo's room.

I frowned, but nodded in agreement. Then, Charlie said the five words that led to the biggest life changing experience of my life: "Let's go to my house."

So, yeah.

That, my friend, is what led me here.

At Charlie's house.

In Charlie's bed.

With a massive hangover.

I was lying in bed, peacefully asleep with something warm next to me. My arm was around it, and my face was pressed against it. But that's when I realized...

I was pressed against a chest. A bare chest.

My eyes popped open, and they were about to pop out of my head.

I shifted far away from...Charlie?

No, no way. We couldn't have...wait.

I was wearing no clothes. He was wearing no clothes. Our hair was a disaster. Of course we did it.

Charlie's eyes started to stir open, and he sat up, wincing.

"God, my head," he muttered. He turned towards me. "Oh, hey Stella." Then he froze. "STELLA?"

I flinched. "Morning, Charlie."

He stood up, oblivious to the fact that he was completely naked. "What, no, we couldn't- what happened-"

"Ok, I'm just as freaked out as you are, but seriously, cover up!" I yelled. Charlie went pink as soon as he knew what I was talking about, and grabbed his boxers, slipping them on swiftly.

I grabbed a blanket, and stood up, ignoring my pounding head. "Look, maybe it never happened. I mean, we can't just assume that because we're both naked and in bed together that-"

"Um, Stella," Charlie picked up a condom packet, holding it up in the air.

"Oh...yeah. We had sex."

"God, Mo is gonna kill me! She'll never talk to me again!" Charlie rambled.

"Hey, she can't kill you. I mean, we were both drunk..."

"We were drunk," Charlie repeated.

"We had no clue what was happening, and maybe there was some...tension that needed to be released? So it happened."

Charlie sighed. "You're right. You're right. And, it's better you than a complete stranger, right?"

"Yeah...now you're getting it. Just look at the bright side."

I scooped up my clothes. "Look, I'm really sorry Charlie. Ray and I spiked the punch, so it's my fault that we even kissed in the first place. I feel terrible."

"Stella, don't be. You didn't know any of this was gonna happen," Charlie reassured me.

"I'm gonna go. You gotta tell Mo though," I said before going to the bathroom to change.

Then I walked back in Charlie's room, where he was fully clothed again. "Yeah," I said awkwardly, "I need a ride."

So now, we're in the car, where I was freaking out.

Charlie and I had sex. While he was with Mo.

My life...officially screwed up.

Told you the next chapter was interesting! Wow, 2 chapters in one day! (Although this one's not as long.) Well, it's my treat for making you wait so long! Okay, it's getting super late, so I should hit the sack. Until next time!