Brief and/or vague sexual contact appear late in this chapter. Either skip it, or don't whine about it. You've been warned.813Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKjxcRaEimL
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Stopping in front of the park, her last question had seriously caught me off guard. The first had been easy enough to answer, yet the second was in a whole different ballpark. What if I had said yeah, would she have laughed it off? What if I had said no? Would she have been disappointed at all? What had been the right answer, had there even been a right answer at all?
Stopping in front of the playground, I peeked at her. "I kinda just threw all caution out the window. I mean, you already caught me staring like a damn creep twice, and then I asked that. So, if I was going to get laughed at, it was going to happen either way. And I honestly don't know how you want me to answer the other one. If I say yes, I'm a creep. If I say no, I look like an idiot for saying no to you. It's a lose-lose."
"Why are you putting words in my mouth?' she laughed, holding the joint as she held her hand out for a lighter. "Honestly, I thought it was kind of cute. Just asking away like that, without considering anything else."
Approaching me as she lit the joint, she tugged me down by my neck and connected her mouth to mine. It had taken a few seconds to realize what she had been doing, she had wanted to shotgun - something I had seen done a few times, but had never personally done. Smiling as she pulled away, she sat down and watched me as I exhaled the smoke she had given me.
"I've always wanted to do that." Kylie laughed. "Everyone wants to think I'm some perfect little saint, but I really don't want to be the suck-up anymore. I want to have fun. You look like you're that."
Kylie took another hit of the joint and then passed it to me. Then sensation of her mouth on mine had still lingered, just slightly, but still there. The weight, the moistness, and even the taste of her lips. Without even realizing it, she had taken my first kiss - not that I had wanted to get that feminine with it - or that it even mattered that much. Snickering at the absurdity of the entire situation, I took a hit of the joint and exhaled slowly, watching as the smoke came out in a steady stream.
"So, are we just hanging out? Is this a date?" she began to tie her hair back. "Don't worry about how I'll feel. Just be honest with me."
"Fine..." I shook my head, deciding to just come out with it. "Gahhh. If I'm being honest, I'd like for this to be a date - and one you're enjoying. Probably boring as shit, though."
"No. Even if it's like this, I'm still having more real fun than I've had in a long time." she answered. "I...wouldn't mind calling this a date."
As Kylie had finished her hair, she looked up to give me a smile I hadn't seen from her before - or anyone for that matter. Her being authentic, her being real had made her even more stunning than before. It had taken her from stunning to breathtaking, annihilating everything below it as she moved up. Had it been the weed doing it, or had that really been her true smile?
"Damn, bruh'. Is that you Cyrus?" a high school student had come up to the playground. "This your girl? She fuckin' fine. Anyway, bruh'. Me, my homie, and our girls are partying up near The Raps. Know what I'm saying? Got some cold brew and girls, and knowin' you, I bet you carryin' some bud, yeah? You and your girl should come party with us. Gonna get fucked!"
The guy who had come up to us was known as Hurricane. He had been known for doing a million things at once - and yes, that included talking like a child who had just snorted a line. As quickly as he had come, he had ran off towards The Raps, leaving me and Kylie alone once again. Had it been a good idea to take Kylie there? I hadn't planned on going, but it seemed like Kylie had a different idea.
"What are The Raps?" she asked a question that I had known was coming.
"It's basically a small lake and some grass with a stupid name. That's really it." I answered. "I honestly don't know how much I trust his friend, but if you want to go..."
"We don't have to stay long, but if this is a date, then why don't we have a little more fun?" she gave a crooked smile, openly showing exactly what she had wanted to do.
**
Nearly ten hours had flown by, with copious amounts of alcohol, weed, and fun taken in. Hurricane had went off twice to buy more of both alcohol and weed. Soon, the clock had turned past midnight and now rested one hour past. We had found ourselves surrounding a small fire that we made, still drinking under the warm summer night as the a joint was passed around. One of the other girls drunkenly pointed at Kylie, causing everyone to look.
"Have you guy had sex yet?" she asked, causing a small bout of laughter.
"No." Kylie gave a small giggle. "I wonder what i-it's like."
"Yo-You should give him a lap dance." Hurricane pointed at me this time.
Struggling to stand, Kylie practically waddled over to the chair I had been sitting in. Carefully, she lowered herself onto my lap. That was, until her hands slipped, forcing her waist to fall directly onto my lap. This caused some movement, for lack of better word, and it hadn't helped when one of the other girls had told Kylie to take it a step further than a lap dance.
"Ride him!" I could hear a heinous laugh from someone.
Kylie had done just that, and more movement had began to occur. Drunkenly, Kylie laughed as she bounced errantly on top of me until the inevitable slip happened, forcing her to fall back into me. The inertia caused by her falling on me had created too much weight on one side of the chair, and forced it to fall with us. As we fell, I had managed to gain enough wits to somewhat grab her as we made contact with the ground.
As they all exploded into laughter, I had been left in a somewhat awkward position with Kylie. With my right arm underneath her, my hand had been at an angle where I couldn't help but not make contact with her chest. As for the rest of her, we had simply been doing something very close to spooning.
"Your hand is warm." she mumbled, and grabbed it.
"Hey, if you ain't fucking dead, then get the fuck up!" Hurricane drunkenly slurred, yelling, which caused Kylie to come flying up. "I like you..uh, was it Kylie? I like you! If you or my boy Cyrus ever need help, hit me up. You h-have my word as the leader of the Ill Nino."
As I slowly followed her up, Hurricane tossed a beer to me, and then another to Kylie. Cracking open the beer with my left hand, I had suddenly felt a grip on my right hand only to see Kylie's hand try it's hardest to fully wrap itself around mine. It had only been moments later that she scooted inwards towards me, and then finally leaned into my shoulder.
"Y-You heard the man, Aiden." she giggled, raising the beer. "Ill Nino!"
"Yeah!" Hurricane threw his beer into the distance, for whatever reason. "Fuck yeah!"
**
Opening my eyes to a sunny brightness, it hadn't taken an expert to guess that we had passed out in The Raps. Yet, what had this pressure on my arm and chest been? I looked down to see Kylie lying down against me in nearly the same position we had been in when we fell. With an absolutely brutal hangover, I shook Kylie slightly to wake her. In return, I had only been given an incoherent mumble.
"Fuuuuccccckkkkkk." I groaned near painfully as I pulled my arm out from underneath Kylie. "What time is it?"
"Seven-thirty. I think." Hurricane answered, slightly chuckling. "For kids, you two went fuckin' hard. That's how we get fucked in Ill Nino. You sure you don't want in? We don't do none of that blood in, blood out shit. We just kill the traitors and snitches."
"I'm good, but if I need help, I'll be taking your offer." I sat up, looking at the peacefully sleeping Kylie and then noticed that the other girls along with his friend were gone.
"Them? They left last night. You two passed out, and I didn't want you two gettin' fucked with, you know? So, I stayed. Can't have them Torino bastards fuckin' with people in our territory."
"Yeah?" I brushed my hair back. "I'll pass an ounce your way the next time I see you."
He smirked. "For sure."
**
An hour had passed since Hurricane left, I had taken his spot in watching over Kylie while she continued to peacefully sleep all the alcohol out of her system. Even as I had tried to ignore them, I had began to remember the scenes that took place earlier that night, or had it been morning? Had that really been Kylie, to some degree? Or had it entirely been the alcohol in her?
Groggy as I had ever been, I took a few steps to the water and splashed some on my face to give myself a little wake-up. Turning around, I caught Kylie just beginning to open her eyes as I dried my face off with the sleeve of my shirt. It had been amazing, how she had been able to wake up so beautifully, even with what had most likely been a monstrous hangover.
Instead of looking like she had just awoken, she had looked as though she had just finished getting ready. As she sat herself up, it had become so clear that even the real Kylie had been so far away from me. I had been running in a race, while she had been running a marathon. It was hopeless for me, I hadn't had a chance with her. Based on looks alone, I had been a fool if I had thought I was even a blip on her radar.
"Why are you always looking at me like that?" Kylie asked as she knelt in front of me.
Just like that, I had been blasted out of my own self-deprecating thoughts, and now had Kylie in front of my face. She nearly repeated what I had done with the water, cupping it and then splashing it onto her face. Why had I always been looking at her? What had I looked like when I stared at her in that way? What exactly had I felt when I looked at her in that way?
"I like it, the way you look at me." she didn't lift her head as she remained staring at the flowing water. "I like the way you stumble around and refuse to fit in, even if it could benefit you. I mean, all you really need is some new clothes and a haircut to make you really cute, but I don't really want that. I kinda want to keep you for myself."
I had been taken aback by her words, enough to not have anything to say in return. She wanted to keep me to herself? What had she meant by that? All I had needed was a haircut and new clothes to be cute? At that point, I had begun to question exactly what other drugs had been in the pot we smoked. She clearly hadn't been in her right mind, to say something along those lines and actually mean it.
"There it is again." she smiled while looking at me. "Nobody looks at me like that. If anyone had seen me last night, they would have flipped the fuck out. You? You're still staring at me in awe, like you aren't judging me at all. Last night was fun, and it wasn't because of the beer or your friend. I don't know what it is about you, but I feel like I'm having fun with you, even if we aren't doing anything. I've never felt anything like this, but I like it and I want more."
"What does that even mean?" I looked away, nearly snickering. "So, you're just with me because I don't judge you?"
Kylie grabbed my chin and lifted it. It had all been so fluid, so much that it had taken a second for my brain to catch up with it. Within seconds, her lips had connected with mine once again. It hadn't been a Hollywood movie scene, nor had it even been close to anything French. It had only been a simple peck from her, yet even my dense skull had been able to tell that she meant something by it.
She only smiled.
"Can we do this again?"
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