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My first kiss went a little like this

And twist

And twist

Well my first kiss went a little like this

And twist

And twist

3OH!3 feat. Ke$ha – My First Kiss

*Flashback*

"Mika, you've been summoned to the office. Take your things, class is almost over anyway." Mika looked up from her notes, "Thank you, Mr. Fujiyama."

She hurriedly stuffed her binder into her backpack and stepped toward the desk where her teacher had left the summons slip. After stepping into the hallway she realized that the summons had not come from the main office, but rather the Physical Education office. That was strange.

She adjusted the bag on her shoulder and started on her way toward the PE office, trying to decipher the sloppy script on her summons slip. She had just turned the corner and out into the open air when an arm reached out and swung her off of her original path. Mika's first reaction was to struggle, but the voice that filled her ear shocked her to bits.

"Quiet Mika, there is no need to panic," the velvet smooth voice belonged to none other than her childhood friend's older brother – the mythical, magical, occasionally malevolent Bakura.

She turned around to see him smirking at her, as though laughing at some yet untold joke. "I have to go – I was." He cut her off with a short laugh, "You were summoned to the PE office – by me."

Her face contorted in absolute confusion, Bakura had never wanted to have anything to do with her or with Ryou, especially on school grounds. He was the cool guy who excelled academically and in sports but thought nothing of it and maintained the attitude and reputation of someone who just didn't give a shit.

He was every girls dream, every parent's nightmare, and he was standing there smiling at Mika with his backpack slung over his shoulder and a plastic bag of brownies in his left hand.

His right arm was still draped across Mika's shoulder, his fingers gently tapping along her collarbone. It took her a moment too long to realize that she was gawking and she promptly shrugged his arm off. "What did you summon me for?"

Her face quickly reconfigured itself from an expression of awe to an expression of annoyance; her left hand came to rest on her hip. She was a quiet girl, but known particularly for her inability to take shit from anyone. He laughed again and waggled the bag of pastries in front of her face, "It's your sixteenth birthday."

Her façade quickly dropped and she gave him a look of genuine confusion – in the six years that she had known Ryou (and by default, Bakura himself) he'd never once said anything that would make their current conversation normal. In fact, she hadn't really seen Ryou outside of school for almost a year now as their overall friendship had dwindled – Ryou liked to play card games with a new group of friends and Mika couldn't bring herself to sit through five minutes of it.

"Well there's no need to be rude, it's not like I haven't known you for years now," he rolled his eyes impatiently. Mika tilted her head to the side and opened her mouth to speak when he grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her toward a staircase that led to the roof of the school.

He had pulled her all the way up the staircase before she was finally able to speak, "I'm sorry, I really don't understand what is going on here …?" He glanced at her with a crooked grin, "Why Mika, we're having a little birthday party for you right now. Don't tell me you'd rather spend your time in class?" His voice was even more delicious when he was making sense.

She smiled at him tentatively and followed him to where he had sat down, the sun was shining brightly at an angle and the air conditioning unit that Bakura was leaning up against barely managed to cast a sizable shadow. "So, you made me brownies?"

He grinned devilishly at her, completely disregarding her incredulous, skeptical expression. "Oh yes, I made you some very special birthday brownies." He opened up the bag and handed one of the perfectly cut squares to her. She examined it, but didn't find anything immediately off-putting about them. He pulled another out for himself and took a hearty bite.

She watched him before shrugging, "Okay, I'll bite." She bit off a rather large piece and chewed tentatively. It wasn't until her second bite that she noticed the slightly off flavor, something that the chocolate just didn't completely mask. She turned to Bakura, completely wide-eyed her jaw continued to chew only because she was too stunned at her own stupidity to be responsive just yet.

Bakura was half-way through his second brownie when he noticed her leering at him, "What's your problem, don't you know you're not supposed to eat with your mouth open?"

On instinct she swallowed hard before realizing what she'd done, "Bakura, what the fuck is in these?" He raised a brow and a smile melted back into his features, smoothing the remainder of the lines from his face. "Why Mika, I did tell you that these were very special brownies, didn't I?"

Mika gagged, throwing the tiny remainder of the slice he'd given her at him, "What the FUCK Bakura?" He moved his head to dodge the flying crumbs and raised a brow at her, "Oh come on, don't tell me you're that fucking innocent."

Her navy blue eyes narrowed even further and she made to stand up, but his next sentence made her sit right back down. "Look, you already ate it. And you're not going to be able to go home for another three hours. And you have about an hour before it starts working."

She sat herself back down roughly, her stomach growled with hunger and she blushed embarrassed that it was so loud or that her only option for food lay in Bakura's lap. "So you'll stay with me?" His hand was extended and she'd never seen a boy look at her so sincerely.

It obviously didn't help that he was drop dead gorgeous and paying attention to her for the first time since he shoved her into the sandbox at the playground five years ago.

A bell rang and suddenly Mika couldn't contain her giggles. They sprang from her throat unbidden but not completely unwelcome. She had been sitting there with Bakura for almost an entire hour and twenty minutes waiting for what she had ingested to take effect and had started to grow quite bored. Bakura had tried to get her to play twenty questions but she had shot him down each time, trying very hard to remain upset with him.

Truth be told this was the first time that Mika had done anything truly reckless, and it felt kind of good, in that rebellious teen sort of way. And now the laughter bubbled forth – never in the history of high school had a bell been so absolutely hilarious.

Bakura had even joined into her laughter and that sent a chill down her spine. She could feel the vibrations of his laughter from where she was reclining on his chest. She hadn't even noticed when she'd gotten so very cozy with him, but at the moment she didn't really care. If anything, she wanted to be closer.

As her laughter began to subside she was clutching her ribs, gasping for air. Maybe it was because there was no oxygen in her brain at the moment. Or maybe it was the fact that she had eaten more than one brownie even after Bakura warned her that it might be too much. Or maybe there was some sort of repressed sexual tension between them. Or maybe she was just making excuses.

Whatever the reason, the fact of the matter is that at that very moment she wanted to kiss Bakura very, very badly and nothing was going to stop her. Not that he even tried to. She licked her lips and slung an arm around his neck to pull herself more properly into her lap before kissing him square on the mouth, his lips still half open from laughing.

If she was in her right mind, Mika would have noticed the jovial glint in Bakura's eye. Or the fact that he had helped pull her into his lap. Or maybe she would have remembered that today was an early day at Domino High and the bell that had been so hilarious to her was actually the final dismissal bell.

Once her lips met his, none of that would have mattered though. She felt a rush of excitement, a tingle deep in her stomach and a flutter in her heart. Bakura, on the other hand, felt Mika's ass in his left hand and the side of her breast in his right. Oh, and he might have noticed some heat in his loins.

It wasn't until they were completely engulfed in the shade of the AC unit and Bakura's cell phone wouldn't stop buzzing that they were drawn out of their impromptu make-out. Mika's school shirt was unbuttoned and the section of her neck that Bakura had exposed was purple and red from his sucking. His own outfit was a little disgruntled also, his shirt was unbuttoned and there were little red marks here and there from Mika's nails or love bites.

One glance at her cell phone sent Mika spiraling down from her high; her blood ran cold as she realized what time it was and where she was supposed to be.

"Hello? What do you want - ?" Bakura was cut off by a very similar voice. Mika knew that voice, although the tone of the voice was radically different than from when she last heard it. Ryou was pissed and he was yelling at Bakura, who had a faintly amused look on his face. "Yeah, she's with me – "

He was cut off again and Mika tuned out the faint yelling coming from Bakura's phone to continue reading her text messages. One from her mom asking where she was; one from her dad asking her if she had made plans after school with friends; one from each of the four friends that she walked home with after school; and three from Ryou, all frantically wondering why she had failed to show up to the surprise party that all of her friends had been planning for weeks now.

She wiped some spit from the corner of her mouth as she thought back; everyone had been dropping tons of hints for her not to make plans on her birthday. They were all going to go over to her house so that they could hang out because she really only wanted something low-key. Fuck. They had been planning a birthday party for her. School had let out early today. Fuck. Bakura seemed to be enjoying the increasingly pissed off look on her face, and she pushed herself out of his lap, landing hard on the asphalt rooftop but not caring about the scrapes that she would be sure to have on her legs.

"Fine, fine – look just tell them that she was with me because you needed more time to set up or something. Say that we got stuck after class. Whatever; I'll bring her right now."

Mika was standing now, brushing away the dirt from her skirt and readjusting her uniform, especially trying to make sure that her neck was fully covered. She had just pulled her backpack up onto her shoulder when Bakura hung up the phone and smiled at her.

She leered at him and turned sharply on her heel towards the stairs that they had used to come up onto the roof. "I would wait for me if I were you." She didn't even bother looking over her shoulder when she asked, "Why is that?" She heard the gravel on the roof shift as he stood up and walked toward her, the crunch of each step making her tense a little bit more.

Fuck, wasn't weed supposed to make you relaxed?

She finally turned to look at him when he grabbed her arm, "Look Mika, I'm your ride home and your alibi," he shot her a faux concerned glance and chuckled to himself, "Unless you want to walk home and explain to your parents where you've been for the past hour and a half."

She clenched her teeth and her hands turned into fists, her nails digging into her palms. "Alright, fine. But you're so on my shit list from now on."

He laughed and slung an arm around her shoulder as he led her towards the parking lot where his car was waiting, "Oh dear little Mika, quite on the contrary. You can't hate me."

He had a devious little smirk playing on his lips as he unlocked the passenger door for her, he held it open as she entered and leaned down to look her in the eye, "I know for a fact that I'm your official first kiss, make-out, hickey – why I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."

He slammed the door in her horrified face and walked around to the drivers' side, reveling in the screaming of frustration that emerged from Mika.

*Present time*

Mika leaned against the wall looking down at the bag of brownies in her lap with a smile on her face. She was sitting on the roof after climbing out of Bakura's window. She was waiting for him to arrive so that she could get her payback for her sixteenth birthday. Or maybe she just wanted another steamy make-out. But mostly this was vengeance for him making her a fool on her birthday two years ago.

It had taken a little convincing for her to get Marik and Ryou to cancel any plans that they would have had for Bakura's 20th birthday, but that was the easy part. The hard part was getting her friends to fake her sleeping over at their house so that her parents wouldn't be calling her home tonight.

The other challenge had been convincing Bakura that he didn't need the company of one of his sure-thing girls tonight. Mika heard the door to his room open and she smiled up at the late afternoon sky. He stuck his head out of the window and whistled low as he noticed the pastries in her lap.

He snickered as he pulled himself through the window and onto the roof. "Well, well what do we have here?" He mocked as he stepped closer to her, "A birthday gift for me?" He did his best to look incredulous, but really he just looked ridiculous and handsome.

Mika finally looked up at him, waggling the bag in front of his face, "Why Bakura, it's just some special brownies and a very, very beautiful friendship."

I feel like I should add this little disclaimer here … although I am writing about a variety of drugs in this story, I have actually never used drugs before. I have friends who have experimented with quite a variety of them and so I understand their effects through them and their explanations as well as the obvious standard education we receive about drugs in school. I in no way condone drug use (especially at school) but I also don't really preach against it. My theory is that everyone is responsible for themselves and if they choose to use drugs in an environment where they will not be harming others then it's a-okay with me. The alcohol stuff I have experienced personally, so that might be why scenes that include that type of intoxication are so much more detailed. In short, do whatever you like but don't say I told you to do it, because I haven't. Xoxo, Red.