Julie
I enjoy flirting. I know everyone sees me as this tom boy, but I wear make up everyday, I have worn skirts to class, and I like boys. I got a rush tonight when that freshman started hitting on me. I will even admit that it was a major ego boost that Portman and Captain both thought I was hot tonight, but I know that come tomorrow, neither one of them is going to look at me like that when I come down stairs, my hair in a pony tail, my normal make up on, and jeans covering up my legs. I will be Cat, the goalie they were sorry to have to give up to the women's team. I will be the roommate who always makes sure there is toilet paper in the bathrooms and that rent, cable, and electric are paid on time. I will be their friend, one of their best actually, but I won't be what they see tonight and I was ok with it until stupid ass Fulton brought up the thoughts that I try to hide away under lock and key.
Really, I can't blame him. It's not like Fulton asked to be sick the night of the annual hockey formal and be sitting at home watching tv when I came home drunk and started blabbering on about how hot Charlie looked in a tux. I do, however, blame him for reminding me of it at times when I don't want to be reminded of it. Usually when Charlie is making out with some stick in the corner of a party or when he is saying good bye to some skank that spent the night with him.
"Screw it," I said out loud into the night.
"Screw what?" a voice replied.
I jumped off the steps and almost fell into the muddy backyard. I saw Charlie emerge out of the shadows next to the sun porch.
"Oh my God, you about gave me a heart attack Charlie," I said laughing a bit and sitting back down, "how long have you been out here?"
"Not very long," Charlie replied, sitting down next to me on the steps, "Fulton and Tammy started fighting in the doorway and I was trapped in the sun porch so I climbed out one of the windows to escape. I didn't know you were out here until you said something. Which, brings me back to my original question: screw what? And, please, allow me to add to the question: Anyone I know?"
"You are such a smart ass," I say with a smile, "I was out here talking to Fulton and then he went in to pong with Portman and I was just sitting out here thinking."
"Cat, not to be the bearer of bad news, but you do realize that parties are not usually known as a good place to come when you want to think?" Charlie said, leaning back so his arm was resting on the step above where we were sitting, meaning it was directly behind me, "They are more the place where you do things you have to think about later."
"I don't know, I have heard rumors otherwise," I say back and smile up at Charlie before an involuntary shiver takes over my body.
"Jules, where is your coat?" He asked in a protective tone.
"I didn't bring it out with me," I respond trying to hold my head high. He leans forward and grabs my hand.
"Your hands are like ice," he states, looking into my eyes. I don't ever want to move from this position. As quickly as he had grabbed my hand though, he let it go. He started taking off his hoodie.
"What are you doing?" I ask, confused.
"I have like three shirts on," he said as he put the UM Hockey hoodie over my head, "and you have on, well, this."
I looked down at the dress, well, part of the dress since the top part was now covered with a sweatshirt.
"I thought you told Connie that you liked the dress?" I ask. As soon as the words leave my mouth though, I regret them. He wasn't supposed to know Connie and I had talked about this. I saw the red appear on his cheeks.
"I do like the dress," he said after a minute. He stopped talking and smiled slightly at me before continuing, "but I like you in this more."
"In a hoodie?" I asked with a laugh, not believing him.
He leaned forward and cupped my chin, running his thumb over my cheek and using the other hand to push my long blonde hair away from my face.
"No Julie, I like you in my hoodie."
With that, Charlie leaned forward and kissed me.
It was gentle at first. I knew he was giving me a chance to push him away if I didn't want this, but I surprised him by leaning into him and kissing him back. He deepened the kiss, opening his mouth slightly and putting more feeling into it. I feel him pulling me closer to him, his arm is around my waist while the other one is still gently cupping my face. One of my arms is around his neck, my hand playing with the small little curls at the base of his neck while the other hand is flat against his chest, which I know is well toned despite the layers of clothing keeping from actually touching his skin. Suddenly, well, at least it feels that way to me, he pulls his lips away from mine. He is slightly out of breath and I realize that so am I. I know now why there is always a line of girls happily waiting to date Charlie: he is the most amazing kisser ever.