Chapter 6: Let Go
So sorry its been so long, my schedule has been insane, but I haven't forgot the story! The chapter's rather but I hope you enjoy
Stella's POV
I opened the door, excitement dancing in my toes. "Hey Roger"
He shook his head, his nonchalant casual 'hello'. But today he didn't even meet my eyes, his cold shoulder burned straight into me. I don't know why it bothered me so much, my feelings for him couldn't be so deep yet, could they?
I watched as in his usual jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket, he gave everyone a hug. Time to put my plan into action, I took one of the beers and poured it out into a cup, capping the bottle. I carefully placed it in the center of the only flat part of our worn down wood floor.
Wes laughed, being as young as I was pretty much, knew exactly what I had planned for the evening. "I can't believe we're actually going to play Spin the Bottle! I thought you were just joking…"
I smiled brightly, glad to see the look of horror on the rest of their faces. "Come on…you know you want to play" I said in a mockingly sugar sweet voice.
Roger surprised me by sitting down first, directly across from me. Good news for me. They all worshiped the dude and followed suit.
"Daniel you first" I said, knowing it was bad luck to take the first spin. It always had been, never yielding good results in my experience.
He smirked and tipped it gently. We all watched mesmerized as it spun slowly, landing on Ethan.
"Ok Ethan...you have to flash the creepy guy next door" He stated after a few torturous moments.
The way we played was absolutes, no "I dare" or wimp-out options, the spinner told the spinee what to do and there were no exceptions. All the more fun, we figured.
Ethan grunted and hung his head, allowing his shaggy blond hair to flop everywhere. He stood and took a deep breathe. Sprinting, he took off down the hall. It wasn't to long before we heard a scream and slap, causing us all to start laughing. Ethan came back with a bright red cheek, laughing too. "Nice Daniel" He told him sarcastically, "Nice"
He sat back down Indian-style and spun. It hit Wes who went bright red in anticipation. I couldn't help but giggle quietly. "Wes, you have to drink 2 beers, right now!"
To anyone else, this would be an easy request, but Wes barely drank at all so the drunk result would be very very hilarious. He smacked hi palm to forehead before going to fridge and downing two.
"Woooh!" Daniel let out a guttural yelp, already pretty intoxicated.
He sat back down and spun silently. It almost seemed to move in slow motion and as if in a movie with that really lame but intense score, the bottle ended up facing me. Wes smiled devilishly, "Stelllla, kiss Roger!"
We all froze, he turned his head looking at us, "Come on, go"
Roger's POV
I felt my heart pounding as she crawled over to me. I had tried to avoid something like this. I should have known I shouldn't have come. My mind raced as she moved towards me, her beautiful emerald eyes not leaving mine. There was a fire in her eyes, a drive and before I could stop anything. She had came at me, crashing her lips to mine.
In surprise I fell back hard against the floor and…kissed back. Something inside me snapped as I realized I barely had control anymore, maybe I need to just let some things happen and let go. I felt them there but they seemed be telling me it was ok.
Acceptance let down the floodgates and all I knew was desire. I wrapped my arms around her, deepening the kiss and realizing how much I had wanted her.
I heard them catcall as we kept going, neither one of us pulling apart from the kiss. Finally we both stopped for air, but we stayed close. Her eyes showed she understood somehow and although I could hear Wes asking her to spin we flipped him off and kissed again. I was lost in her, she was the North magnet and I was the South magnet, our connection even stronger together.
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I sat fidgeting with my guitar, trying to work out a new melody but the words weren't right. It had been 2 days since we kissed, eventually we had to be broken apart and without talking it all ended awkwardly. What did we both want?
There was a sudden knock on the door. My mind did a double take, déjà vu being a bitch. I gulped and opened the door. Instead of my memory, there was no girl in the moonlight holding a candle but instead Stella stood there, looking as anxious as I felt.
"Can I come in?" She asked softly, her voice like velvet.
I nodded and closed to door from behind. She tugged on the bottom of her soft white wrap shirt and pinched the fabric of her jean shorts before turning around to me.
"We need to talk about what happened" She said confidently, getting straight to her point.
"Yeah.."I replied, hopping up on the metal table. "What do you want to do?" I asked.
She paced slowly, watching her own feet carefully before looking back up at me. "You" She said quietly. She came over and rested her hands on my knees. "Roger, I really like you and I can't be satisfied having that be a one time event."
I ran my hands through her glossy brown hair and whispered back "Me neither. I'm not saying it'll be easy, but I want to try if you do too."
She nodded, smiling with hope before kissing me deeply.