A drunk night.
It is around 10 o’ clock and the fight is going to happen. I just knew it. I bounce nervously, my knee hitting the floor a couple of times, swigging the cool, fresh beer I had in my hand but it only tasted stale as I continue to stare at the two across from me. Dallon is glaring at Brendon with disapproval, the beer untouched in his hand, while Brendon takes another bottle and chugs it, laughing his ass off about some joke with a plane and a tomato, resting his head against Spencer’s shoulder being a little all too affectionate.
All I can do is wait.
“Could you cut it out with the drinking.”
I keep the beer to my person, trying to contain my excitement. Brendon’s face contorts into some sort of an angry expression, at the same time confused.
“What the—” he hiccups, “hell Dal, you’ve never given me shit before.” Dallon sighs, sending a ‘can you believe this bastard’ look over to me, which causes my cheeks to flush slightly.
“Well, I’m giving you shit now.” Dallon starts to stand, grunting as he does so, moving his way over to me. I felt his hand on my shoulder, grabbing me upwards. I let out a squeak in surprise, not expecting the sudden touch and I pray that my cheeks didn’t turn as red as I think they are.
Dragged by my shoulder, the much taller Dallon directs me out to the balcony, having us stand side by side as he starts into a conversation without warning.
“I can’t stand him when he’s drunk.” He stares into the night, watching over the small buildings from the height, coughing into his hand. “I thought I’d get used to it, but he’s ten times the dick. What do you think?”
What do I think?
Dump him for me. Dump him for me. Dump him for me.
“He wasn’t doing anything, man. Just laughing about that fucked up joke he found on the ‘net.” I wasn’t helping myself. At all. But I had to keep it chill.
“I could be overreacting,” Yes, you are, “But I don’t know what to do anymore. All of this sneaking around with someone who makes me happy to a point—”
“I can make you happy.”
I cough, hoping that he didn’t catch it…the look on his face registered to me that he did, which means I’m fucked. I smile my best smile, acting like my bouncy (slightly drunk) self.
“Nothing, dude. It’s nothing I swear.”
His eyebrow raises and stays raised.
“Nothing. All right.”
Quicker than a lightning’s flash, Dallon moves towards me, grabbing me by the waist, having to pick me up and he presses his lips to mine. Damn if I kiss back. I knew this trick. I knew this test. My lips remain static for a couple of minutes while Dallon has a go with my mouth; my body wants to grind, my lips want to kiss, my head is spinning…This is what I want, right?
“Dallon…” I moan out (accidentally) “Fucking…stop it.”
Suddenly I felt myself drop with a THUD against the balcony wood. He looks petrified, satisfied, and almost let down. Wiping at his lips, he sighs. Just. Fucking…sighs.
“What was that?” I let my voice sound shaky with a little bite.
He turns halfway around, watching me with those bright blue eyes, and I had to look up at him. I felt fiery almost. I got what I want, but you know what? It was wrong.
“I was testing you. And you passed. Telling me to stop was the right answer.”
“I knew that.” I sigh, scratching the back of my neck. “Look. A little advice from Ian,” Dallon cocks his head, looking at me curiously, “Stop worrying about the small things and love him for him, you know? You can’t just blow up over every single fucking thing because it annoys you, man. You guys are two of the most talented and cool dudes I’ve ever met, and together? You make a hell of a team.” I smile a little, walking over to pat his chest (I can’t reach his shoulders, seriously he’s damn tall), “As for the testing me with a kiss thing, you really can’t go kissing other dudes when you got your own gem, you know. Even if you’re treating me like a science experiment.” I shrug. “Got that?”
He cracks a smile.
He leans down to peck me on the cheek, whispering lightly in my ear, “Thanks.”
All right. I guess I can be somewhat helpful.
I have a crush. A silly crush, but I don’t want to pursue it anymore. He left me there on the balcony, underneath the stars, still slightly drunk, and you know? I’m kind of happy about it. It’s nice.
Time to move on with a smile on my face.