Tluth ol dale

“Half” Beta-read by rodeoclown, all the mistakes are mine I have changed it from the original version.

Tluth ol Dale


I wondered why I had agreed to meet Lucy’s stupid friends and go to this even stupider thing that they called a party.

Lucy looked at me, smiled so big that I could see her horse teeth, silver braces and large dimples. I managed what could either be taken as a smile or a grimace of pain. Because her smile grew even larger, showing her pink gums, I guessed she took it as the former. My grimace became more obvious.

Was this a party?

The yellowish lemonade in my glass, which Lucy’s mother had made herself and brought down about an hour ago, had no trace of alcohol in it whatsoever. Four guys, and a blonde haired girl who might actually be cute if she bothered, were sitting tightly pressed together on a small leather sofa in front of the TV, watching a cartoon in a language I didn’t know. It sounded like Russian. But then again I didn’t really know how Russian sounded.

Lucy sat huddled together on the stairs with what I guessed was a girl it was kind of hard to tell, because of the shrill squeaky laughter that erupted from her about every fifth second. Three other guys with their backs turned towards me were sitting at a low table on their knees playing some game I think and three other girls were lying on the floor three metres away, laughing so hard that their faces were pink and their laughter sounded instead like wailing and grunting, or asthma at least like they were close to dying.

Where was the music?
The beer, the girl pressed in to my body, breasts pressing against my chest, the sound of someone breaking something that they never should have touched?

This was a nightmare. A fucking insane and weird nightmare. Why was I here?

I closed my eyes and tried to visualize the grade I got on the last test.
I tried to remember why Lucy no longer was an annoying shadow, tried to remember why I know even bothered to remember her name.

I tried to visualize myself holding the gold cup at the end of the season now that there was no risk of me being kicked off of the team because of my grades.

The shrill laughter of what was either a girl who looked like an ugly boy or a boy who looked like an ugly girl, pushed through my fantasy, shattered it and made it impossible to will it back.

It was clear that nothing more exciting was going to happen. So why were they still here?
Was this their definition of fun? Well it wasn’t like I had expected anything else.
Maybe I should leave, sneak out without anyone noticing.

Lucy smiled at me again and I groaned silently.
One party.
That was what she had requested as payment and I knew I still needed her help if I wanted to pass math.

I looked down at my watch and sighed when I saw that yes, only five minutes had passed since I last checked it. It could have been worse though. I could have been forced to actually have a conversation with someone.

“David, come over here.” Lucy’s voice suddenly said, and for the first time I noticed that she and her friend had left the stairs to sit instead with the guys at the table.
For a moment I considered saying fuck no. No contact had been my plan. The only way to actually survive this.

She waved at me, gestured at me to come, but I seemed to have lost the ability to walk. Lucy sighed, looking amused rather than annoyed. Standing up, she walked over to me, took a steady grip around my wrist and then dragged me over to the others. I knew someone had told me their names earlier but at the time I had have no intention of remembering them, and I had no intention of relearning them.
She sat down on the carpet and I figured that if I kept standing there it would only be more awkward, so I sank uneasily down beside her.

The conversation that had been going on before I arrived seemed to have stopped when I sat down and was replaced instead by a tense silence. I saw how they tried to act normal, as if it was an every day occurrence that David Grane, the tall black haired quarterback who would only speak a word to them in school if it was an insult, sat down at their table.
They didn’t do a good job.

The red haired guy with thick black glasses was smiling kind of weird, as if he wasn’t sure what to do. The other guy beside him was biting his lip and had a strange tic over his eyebrow, and the black haired one was glaring at a spot on the table, refusing to look up at me and acknowledge my presence.

“So…” Lucy started looking around for some help and twisting the fabric of her black skirt.
“…anyone want any chips?” She finished, after she couldn’t think of anything better to say and took the bowl of chips in her hands. The red haired guy nodded and took the bowl from her, digging his hand in the bowl and shoving a handful of chips into his mouth.

Yeah…This was terribly awkward and the exit plan I had planned earlier seemed very tempting.

The others by the TV laughed, the sound echoing in the small basement.

“This is so lame.” The black haired muttered still glaring at the spot on the table and then slapped the blond boy beside him with his hand. “Do I have to remind you every time that it’s your turn?”

“Oh sorry.” The blond answered and made a sound that I assumed was a nervous giggle. At least, I guessed that was what he said. He didn’t pronounce the R’s like he was supposed to and instead turned them into a strange sounding L’s.

“What did your mum and dad say when they heard about your grades?” Lucy, who had decided to be civilized and drag me into a boring and meaningless conversation, asked.

“Not much.” I said, flicking away a strand of dark hair that annoyed my eyes with my fingers.
She giggled.
Why did she giggle? What I’d said hadn’t been funny. You probably couldn’t interpret anything special from it except from the fact that I didn’t want to talk to her.

She was now sitting turned towards me, with her elbow on the table and her cheek resting against the flat of her hand, looking up at me with an expression I hoped didn’t mean what it looked like it did.

“This is boring.” It was one of the girls that had been laughing on the floor who had said it, and they were now making their way over to the table. The ones on the sofa seemed to be listening too.

“Can’t we do something?”

Like go home?

“Like what?” Lucy said and wrinkled her nose and forehead in question.

“I don’t know. Anything.”

“I know.” The blond guy with the annoying lisp said excitedly. “We can play tluth ol dale.”

Tluth ol dale? What the hell was that?
Everybody seemed to get as exited as the blond at the idea so I guessed that at least they knew what it was. I managed a small, hesitant smile.

“Everybody okay with that?” Lucy said with a strange glimmer to her eyes.

“David?” She said and turned towards me again.

“Ehm…sure. Why not…” My voice kind of revealed all the, why not’s, but no one cared.

“Great.” She said and fired another look-at-my-gigantic-teeth-and-braces-that-have-taken-over-my-mouth smile.
The movie the others had been watching seemed to have ended and they stretched and then walked over to us.

“Did I hear truth or dare?” A girl asked.

What?

“Yeah.”

What?!

“We can use that empty coca-cola bottle over there.”

No way.

“Let’s sit over there.” Lucy continued, not noticing my frozen form, getting up from her position and walking over to where the carpet wasn’t covering the floor.

Truth or dare? No one plays truth or dare while sober, no one! At least not when you’re a self respecting seventeen year old. Only when you’re twelve and you think that an exciting dare is to run five laps around the house. The others did not seem to see the same problem I did. They joined Lucy on the floor in a circle and somehow I did too, sitting down at her left side, which seemed to please her.

“Your house, you start.” The blonde haired girl said and gave Lucy the bottle.

“Sure.” The scarily eager Lucy agreed and bent over to spin the bottle.

“Wait we have to think of a punishment before we start.” Someone interrupted.

“Like?”

“I don’t know, run around the house naked?”

“Okay, something less extreme.”

“Hmm…kiss Jason Peterson on Monday in school.” One of the TV-guys said and it seemed that
everybody was about to burst out in laughter when they remembered me.

“…He would appreciate that.” I mumbled sarcastically.

Yep as in, you’re going to be dead or at least put into a coma for the rest of your life.

They pretended they had not heard my comment and seemed to be furiously ignoring the fact that they had just made a joke about one of my friends, continuing to discuss a good punishment for the game.

“Screw the punishment and just start. Everybody will just know that you’re a pussy if you don’t do it.” The black haired guy snapped after ten minutes had passed and everybody seemed out of ideas. It sounded weird, almost wrong coming from him. He was just so, small and tiny, or he was almost as long as me but he was so skinny and even thought glaring seemed to be the only thing he could do, it felt strange when he said pussy.
It felt as if he was the cute kid sister that had learned the word fuck and had no idea what it meant and was now over using it. His looks didn’t match his voice. His voice didn’t seem as innocent as his looks. If I had only seen him not heard him I would have thought he was one of those pansy timid kind of guys.

“Right.” Lucy said slowly bending forward and then spinning the bottle.
It stopped.

Now the question was who it was pointing at. I was voting for the boy-girl, but the redhead beside me was also a strong candidate.

“David, truth or dare?”

Clearly others disagreed.

“…Truth.” I muttered and tried not to roll my eyes.

“…Do you…ehm…you know, like someone right now?” She said, blushing all over her neck, cheeks, and even her arms.
No, no. Not predictable at all.

“No one. “ I said and couldn’t help but smirk when I saw her disappointed face that now refused to look up from the beige floor under her.

“What a lame answer. You’ve got to like someone.” The black haired guy, who I had decided hated everything and everyone, said.

“Why do I have to do that? I mean people like me anyway, so why bother?” I said with a shrug of my shoulders, the smirk still intact on my face.

“Okay…that has got to be the most retarded and self-centred thing I have heard all week.” He said slowly with his nose and mouth turned in disgust.

“What did you say?” I said louder and more angry then I had intended before I could stop myself. No one talked to me in that way.

“You heard me. I said that you’re…”

“Simon, knock it off.” Lucy shouted, interrupting the black haired guy that I now knew as Simon.
He immediately snapped his mouth shut and moodily glared at the floor.

Lucy herself seemed as if she was ready to burst out into tears at any moment. I ground my teeth angrily and then spun the bottle with a jerky movement. While the bottle kept spinning, I looked up and met Simon’s glaring eyes.

No, he didn’t hate everything and everyone.

He hated me.

“Truth or dare David?”

I sighed. “Dare.”

Could things get any more boring?
The bottle had stopped at me far too many times since the first time and the last time it had stopped I had been dared to hug a very red and practically glowing Lucy. The most exciting thing so far had been when could-actually-be-cute-girl pecked the moody Simon on the lips. How old were they again, nine? I could have stuck with truth but every time I did, this Simon guy bitched about my answers which made me want to crack his skull against the floor, which I probably would have normally done if it wasn’t for the bargain with Lucy. So I stuck with dare.

It was when I saw a strange smile spread in one of the laughing girls’ faces that warning bells first went off in my head. She and another girl that had been having an asthma attack earlier were the only ones that hadn’t dared anyone yet. They were also the only ones that had in fact looked more bored than I was, if that was possible.

“I dare you…” She brushed a brown lock away from her eyes and the smile on her face grew even larger and, in my opinion, far more evil.
The others in the circle seemed to shift nervously. The guys especially. Why did I get this funny feeling that they had some clue about what she was going to say?

“…to french Simon.”

“What?” Lucy and I spluttered at the same time.

“I dare you to french Simon.” She said happily again.

“No. You don’t have to do it David.” Lucy said and laid a hand on my arm, pushing her glasses up her nose and looking back between Simon and the girl who had issued the dare.
My respect for Lucy suddenly increased.

“No way. I’m not doing that.”

“What? You're afraid of liking it too much?” Simon asked and I turned my head up towards him in disbelief.

Why the hell was he encouraging it?

“No, I just find the idea fucking gross.” I said between clenched teeth.
I would not get provoked by fucking childish peer pressure.
Not.

“Whatever you say, you’re still a pussy.” Simon said nonchalantly and damn it he looked so fucking smug, who was he to look at me like that?

“He’s right.” The girl who had dared me said and I felt like I was in some different universe were our roles was changed. The look in her eyes was similar to Simon’s. All of them was suddenly looking at me like I was dirt. Well except Lucy.

“Oh shut up Stacey!” Lucy said before I could and glared at the girl.
Simon wriggled his eyebrows at me and then lightly shoved lisp-guy’s shoulder with his own. They shared a look that without a doubt expressed their not so flattering opinion of me.

Fuck.

I banged the flat of my hand against the floor and pushed myself up, walked over to the smirking Simon and sat down in front of him.
For the first time, he had the sense to look nervous, his face turning a bit pale, his mouth a quivering line and his eyes flickering around the room as if he were trapped. The bastard hadn’t thought I would do it.

“David you don’t…” Lucy started but was interrupted by me before she could finish.

“Define french.” I asked and turned my head to the laughing-girl.

“Oh…arms around him, stopping when I say so, tongues and a bit of feeling maybe.” She said eagerly and her friends burst out into giggles.

“…right.” I muttered and slowly turned my head back towards Simon.
His eyes were really, really blue I noticed, and his black, clearly coloured, brown roots beginning to show stopped just before his shoulders. His pale skin made the redness on his cheeks stand out more. The fuck was he blushing for?

I guess he was…kind of good looking. I mean in a totally not gay way, but more like I’m not blind and can see how others look. I guess girls like him, girls that goes for the, I hate the world and the world hates me emo-thing he had going. Like my sister. My sister would love him.
Why was I even thinking about this now?

“Well what the fuck are you waiting for.” I snapped at him when no progress was being made and the giggling increasing in force was more than I could handle. “Why are you the one that’s being a pussy?”

It wasn’t like I hadn’t kissed a guy before. That kind of stuff always happened when you were drunk and everyone all of a sudden thought it was funny. Sober was another thing.
If anyone of them ever told anyone, but then again who would believe I had been on a party with them, well if they did tell I would kill them.

Simon scratched his neck and then pushed himself slowly forward with the help of his hands. I sighed when I realized that it would take forever before he actually got any closer if he kept up that speed. So I grabbed his wrist and jerked him closer, resulting in him almost falling into my lap.

Okay, so they weren’t really, really blue eyes.

They were more like really, really intensely blue eyes.

I took a deep breath, noticing how everybody had gone quiet, and brought my hands up to clumsily cup his face.
He gulped. Was he nervous? He had no right to be nervous when he was the one that provoked this into happening.
Too afraid of liking it? The little fucker.

I brought my face and lips closer to his, so close that our breath mingled and our noses almost brushed against each other. I tilted my head to the right and his eyes fluttered close. What was the matter with him? I wondered.

And then, our lips were lightly pressed together. Just unexciting dry flesh pressed against dry flesh.
Our lips separated for a second and were brought back against each other a second later.
His warm tongue was in my mouth before I knew it, roaming around, seeming to be everywhere, and changing what was only dry lips against dry lips into something else. It made my eyes widen and I tried to back away in a second of panic, but he wrapped his arms tightly around my neck and trapped me against him.

I calmed down somewhat, heart hammering, remembering this was supposed to happen.
I didn’t bother to wonder why he suddenly seemed so eager, instead my right hand landed awkwardly on his shoulder and he responded by attacking my lips even harder and faster and pressing his body as hard and as much as he could against mine.
It made you wonder who it was that had been dared.

My left hand that didn’t have anywhere to go, touched his side just for a second and he shivered and silently gasped against my mouth. His tongue was still in my mouth, now tangled with my own tongue, exchanging saliva. I pushed his tongue out of my mouth, pressed my lips hard against his and then slipped my tongue into his mouth instead.

He moaned.

“Okay…I guess that’s enough…” That was the voice of a girl I had forgotten, the one that had made the dare that had slipped from my mind. I ripped my mouth from his, eyes flying wide open, gasping, my heart overheated and hammering.

It seemed as if he was going to go in for another dive for my lips, when he realized what she had said. He was also gasping for breath and refused to look up at me, not glaring at the floor this time but still incredibly fascinated by it. My lips felt bruised and sore and seemed to hammer just as hard as my heart.

I looked up at the creepy laughing girl and her friends. They all seemed incredibly smug.
Then I looked back at Simon and I realized.

I knew his secret.

I saw it when he quickly looked up at me and then back at the floor, saw the evidence on his cheeks and in the memory of his shaking arms snaked around my neck. I gulped.

Oh…shit.

“I...I think that’s enough for tonight. Don’t you think?” A thick voice, belonging to Lucy said. She was pulling at the material of her skirt once again and there was a tightly closed smile on her face.

I nodded, and I didn’t hear if the others agreed. I was the first to stand, the others soon following, even though they were taking it more slowly, staring at a flustered Simon who still refused to look up from the floor. I was also the first one running up the stairs.
The watch on my wrist showed that it had been forty-five minutes since I last checked. The clock hanging over the mirror in Lucy’s hallway said forty-six. It wasn’t that late. If I had gone to Jason’s party tonight, the party would just have begun getting interesting.

I almost ripped down my black jacket from where it had been hanging, pulling it on as fast as I could. Me and the others couldn’t help but hear Lucy’s and Simon’s upset voices shouting at each other. They stopped rather abruptly and then Simon raced up the stair, the familiar glare now back in his face.

I slipped into my sneakers and was just about to walk out the door, fleeing the disaster and nightmare that had taken place in the last one hundred and forty six, or seven, minutes, when I heard Lucy call my name.

“David, can you wait a minute?” I looked at the door longingly and then remembered that if she refused to help me I was off the team. Great. Playing nice it was.

“Yeah?” I asked and turned around. She was still standing on the stairs, biting her lower lip.
By now, the others had slipped out one by one, shouting goodbye at Lucy. Simon was the last one out.

“I’m so sorry for…”

“Forget about it. At least I’m going to.” I quickly interrupted, quite sure that I would not be capable of thinking about what had just happened with my mind intact.

“But…” She took the last step up the stair.

“Don’t worry about it and I’ll see you on Monday.” I interrupted again and threw her a wide fake smile that I hoped she didn’t see through.
I saw that she wanted to say something else, but I quickly said bye and went out the door before she had the chance. I would not stand there and listen to some kind of love declaration.
That was more than I could possibly handle in one single night. Or any night or day if it came from Lucy.

The air hitting me was chilly and I burrowed my hands deep into the pockets of my jeans.
At last.
I took a deep breath.

“You’re going the same way as we are right?” One of the laughing girls said. Stacey was it? Why was I remembering their names?

I jumped, I winced and I grimaced, all at the same time. It had been too good to be true.

“…Maybe.” I decided to say.

She, a guy that I now knew was called Ollie, and a grumpy Simon, who I knew would have bolted if laughing girl hadn’t been attached to his left arm, were the only ones left.
She smiled at me, a warm and friendly smile, she looked quite different from when she had dared me. I refused to smile back and instead gave her a dark look.
She wasn’t Lucy, none of them were. I didn’t have to put on a false friendly front for them.
They had nothing that I wanted, and if I went by the looks Lucy had recently been throwing at me, I knew she would take my side if they began to bitch about my attitude.

Tragically laughing-girl seemed to ignore the look in my face or tone in my voice, even though her smile began to look a bit forced.
We began to walk and it wasn’t that bad.
I mean, it was bad, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
They could have asked dumb irritating questions or spoken at all, but instead they were quiet.
I guess they were the silent part of the group they hang out with, there are always a few like that. And it was perfectly fine with me if anyone asked.

Ollie soon took off to the right, waving at us and reminding laughing girl not to forget what I assumed was a lame movie and after walking for ten more silent minutes they stopped and I did too, without even thinking about it.

“Well… I’m off here. I live in that green house over there.” Laughing girl said and pointed at some house in front of us.

Silence followed.

“Ehm…see you.” She added and then she pecked Simon on the cheek and ran away towards her house, leaving me alone with Simon and the sound of her shoes tapping against the asphalt.
This was not…something I had…expected. Not at all.
I tried looking at him through the corner of my eyes without being to obvious about it and saw that he was still staring after his brown haired friend. If I was lucky, he would live somewhere around here.

He was the one who began to walk again first and I slowly started to follow.
The silence that had been somewhat comforting before, at least okay, was now tense and awkward.
He was walking hunched over with his hands in his pockets and was staring at the ground about a metre in front of his feet.

Three boys younger than us passed us on their bicycles laughing and shouting, and a ridiculous overweight man looking more like a mountain of flesh rather then an actual human being shut his door with a loud bang. It was slowly getting darker now and the street lights began to shine one after another.

Tragically, Simon did not show any signs of getting closer to his home and so he was still walking by my side when we reached my block and my house came into sight.
I hoped that no one I knew was out or looking out their windows, like Eric or Peter.
Because if they were and they saw us, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to come up with a reasonable explanation for why I was out in the dark, walking with this freak.

I wondered for a second if I should say goodbye to him when we reached the gate to my house. But I decided that it would probably just give him the wrong idea.
Something I, for a really good reason, didn’t want to give him.
So instead of giving him a quick nod or muttering a bye, I turned my back to him and put my hand on the gate to open it.

I heard how the sound of his steps slowed down and stopped.
I could practically feel the burning glare that was boring into the back of my head. Seven and a half meters left to the door. The nightmare would soon be over.

“You’re such an asshole you know!” He suddenly shouted hoarsely and the next second I felt something hard hit me in the head.

I immediately spun around, finding a very upset and pissed off Simon standing in front of me.

“What the…”
His shoulders and chest were rising and falling quickly, his mouth wide and his breathing loud.
His fists were tightly clenched at his sides and his blue eyes were glaring like never before.

“You’re such a stupid, selfish prick. Do you even know how pathetic you are? How fucking dumb you are?” He exploded and bent down to the ground quickly, scooping something in his hand and then throwing it at me, again. I dodged it this time and looked back to where it had landed.

“Are you throwing rocks at me?” I asked slowly.

“You think you’re so perfect and above everybody, but guess what, you’re not!” He continued.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I shrilly screamed at him.
He ignored me.

“…ugly, dumb fuck. You hear me?”

“Ouch. I. Stop throwing fucking rocks!”
He continued to ignore me and I ducked behind a bush. For a moment, I was out of range of his rocks, but he solved that by throwing the gate wide open and following me into our yard.

“I really hate people like you. You think that everybody will bow down to you. That everybody will love you.”

“Hey, I think you should calm down…”

I was slowly beginning to get scared of him. Not that I wanted to admit that to anyone, especially not him. I was clearly bigger than he was, I could probably beat the crap out of him, but the expression on his face would make anyone back away. He continued stalking towards me and the only thing I could do was continue to back away from him. Well I could always run…but that would seriously dent my ego and pride.

We had backed so far into our garden that we were no longer next to the thick brick wall, but the large window that gave you a free glance into our living room. The heads of my mum and dad peeked up over the back of the brown leather sofa. They were watching a guy get killed by a much uglier guy on the TV.
Yes, this was the perfect moment for parent paranoia to kick in.
The perfect moment for my two hundred and eleven pound dad to turn around and notice that a crazy psychopath boy was attacking his one and only son. Instead, they continued watching the telly, enjoying how another guy’s insides got slashed to mush by the ugly hero.

“You make me sick!”

“Seriously just calm down…”

“Shut up!”

“No you shut up, you girly psycho…”

That was not something I should have said, I decided, when he suddenly pounced with a hysterical war cry, murder written on his face. For a moment I thought he was going to kill me, kill me with his teeth and hands or whatever he could use.
We went down on the grass with a not so attractive grunt.
Legs, arms, heads and bones smashed together painfully, making my lungs go dry and the world turn black for half a second.
The shock of my body suddenly hitting the ground wasn’t very nice.
Neither was the shock of Simon’s wet lips that suddenly sucked on my cheeks, my tongue, my lips, my eyebrow.

“GET OFF ME!” I squeaked…I screamed...and I shoved him hard, trying to get him off me. But instead of getting off, he clung to me as if his life depended on it, his nails burrowing themselves into my skin and refused to let go.

“…I –I love you.” He sobbed against my chest.

My arms, which had been trying to push him off froze, then went limp. My head was suddenly emptied of all thoughts. A big lump got stuck in my throat. My insides went icy cold and breathing was suddenly hard.

“I l-love you so much.” He continued. “Why, why do I love you so much?”

Okay. My brain kind of died.

“Why do you have to be so p-perfect?”
The parts of my T-shirt that weren’t covered by my black jacket were getting wet. It wasn’t my favourite, and I could always clean it later…but it was still uncomfortable.
I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to take a few calming breaths and not panic, while he continued to cry against my chest.

I opened my eyes and saw a plane cross the sky above us, disappearing behind pinkish clouds. I wondered what I should do. For some reason I didn’t have any power left in my arms to push him off, maybe it was his crying. I can’t handle people who cry.
So I settled for a, “Um…You’ll be alright,” and patted his head awkwardly.

This only seemed to make him cry harder.

“I mean it. I’m an asshole. I’m big dumb jock, I like making fun of people…like you…yeah…”
Comforting people have never really been my strong side.
I was clearly not making it any better, as his crying was beginning to resemble the laughing girl’s asthma attack.

“No you’re not.” He wailed against my chest. “Y-you’re p-perfect. You’re not like the others. Y-you’re nice to people.”

“Oh…thanks.”

“You actually talked to me in first grade. A-and you stopped your stupid friends from beating me up last week.”

Yep…did not have any memory of that…of Simon in first grade…or stopping my friends from beating someone up last week. Have I ever done that?
Yep, did not really want to point that out at the moment that would probably make him totally snap.

I chose to shut up and for some reason began to awkwardly rub his back in what I hoped was a soothing way. As I said I was not good at comforting.
Maybe it worked, because his wailing didn’t increase and after a while went more and more quiet, until the only remainder of it was his shaking and the occasional gasp for breath.
After what felt like twenty minutes or like forever, I noticed dimly how he stopped shaking and just rested his weight against me. My arm hurt.

“…You’re heavy.” I said after we laid there a while in complete silence.

“…Sorry.”

“Well you know…it’s easily fixed.”

“I’m sorry about this.” He mumbled against my chest.

To my irritation, I realized we weren’t talking about the same thing and that he had no plans whatsoever of get up any time soon. In fact, he nuzzled his face against my chest and seemed pretty comfortable where he was.

Fucking drama-emo-pshyco-homo-boy, irritating crushes and mood swings.

“Yeah…well it’s all forgotten and forgiven.” I tried to sound like I meant it. “Now get off.”
He pushed himself up with his elbows only a couple seconds after, but to my even greater irritation, it wasn’t because he was getting up. Instead, the top of his nose brushed against mine, his warm breath hit my face and his brown hair tickled my face.

“I…I know I shouldn’t be asking this but…please,” I did not like the expression on his face. “Could I just get one kiss.” The last word was only a whisper. A weird whisper.
Was he trying to I don’t know, seduce me?

“What?” What the fuck was his problem? What the fuck was he on?

“Just one and then I’ll never bother you again. I swear.” He mumbled, his face getting uncomfortably closer.

“You were planning to keep bothering me?” I said with disbelief.

“Well only if I don’t get…a kiss…” Pink coloured his cheeks and his eyes refused to meet mine, instead they were flickering around. Since when did he have the right to act all innocent when he was blackmailing me?!

“…Really. One kiss?” Oh god, why was I being talked into this? Why was I so fucking nice?
Why wasn’t I dumb asshole homophobic jock like most of my friends?

“A long one.” He muttered.

“And you will like stop being homo and weird?” Okay that wasn’t what I was supposed to say because if I’m reading him right I don’t think he will ever stop being homo or weird.

He smiled. “Absolutely.” It was a fucked up evil smile, but I guess he tried to make it look like something else. Like, trustworthy…or innocent…or just not as evil as it looked.

His fingers were playing with my hair by then, as if he already knew my answer. The smallest, almost non-existent nod seemed to be more than enough for him to smash his lips against mine.

I had thought for some weird reason that it would be soft and gentle and you know mushy gushy gay. Instead he was chewing and nipping at my lips, while his hand somehow snaked itself inside my jacket and black T-shirt, spreading goose bumps wherever he touched. His tongue was as hot and burning as before and his hair just as soft. The pressure of something hard jabbing into my thigh was new.

Oh fucking hell.

I pushed my hands against his chest, in the process of pushing him off when his elbow suddenly jabbed into my side with so much force it must have been done deliberately and my mouth flew up in a painful gasp. He was kissing me with renewed force. It was like he was trying to eat me, he was pushing his tongue and saliva as far into my mouth as he could and he suddenly shifted and the pushed his groin against mine.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck!

He was humping me like he was some kind of animal in heat. Pressing his hard dick against mine over and over again and groaning throatily every time. Oh god I was hard. And he was pushing and pushing against me.
My brain died again and my hands crept to his ass slowly, my brain wasn’t completely dead I guess and was trying to figure out why this was a bad thing.
And fuck he was kind of a good kisser and it almost hurt every time he grounded down cause of the force he used, oh wait maybe it was I who was pushing him down against me because I was squeezing his ass and pushing him against me.
His mouth clamped down on my neck, “fuuuck.” It was probably my favourite word at the moment. His tongue felt alien and warm and then his mouth was on mine again. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and he moaned, or dicks trying to kill each other with the force we were pressing them together. I don’t think I usually was a vocal I was at the moment, I was groaning and humming against his mouth just as he was. I think it’s because the girls I’m usually am with, aren’t as aggressive and vocal themselves, at least not like Simon. His hands was roaming my skin under my t-shirt and I groaned and stroked and squeezed his ass and ignored how painfully our bones under our skin pushed against each other.

“David.” He almost sounded drugged and I could feel saliva run down my chin. I pushed my mouth against his neck, I love necks. I loved his neck at the moment and licked and tasted his skin, trying to leave as many hickeys I could. “Gonna…” His voice in my ear said, sounding drugged and dying at the same time and all of sudden he arched with a strange sound from the back of his throat and warmth pooled down to my dick at the sound of it and then I came so hard I stopped breathing and seeing.

The first thing I thought was that it had gone awfully quick. As in like thirty forty seconds or something and I was pretty sure that was something I should be horrified by.
But I pushed that out of head as quick as possible, just as fast I pushed him of me.

He fell off quite easily this time when I pushed. I quickly wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked at him with horror, the feeling was so intense that my head was beginning to spin. This time, he was meeting my eyes and his whole face was lit up by a broad content smile.
It was a weird sight when I only had the memory of him glaring and it was feeding the feeling that was currently trying to choke me.

He slowly stood up. Dusting dead yellow grass, left from when I cut the grass the day before, from his body, he stared down at me with the big grin still intact on his face.
He was silent for a while, looking at me still helplessly sprawled on the grass, then he whispered bye like he was an innocent girl and walked away.

What just happened? What the fuck just happened.

I could feel the wet stain at my crotch. The only evidence of what had happened, but pretty damn strong evidence.

I squeezed my eyes shut and turned to lie on my side instead of getting up. Grass was tickling my throat.
I had just, I had just…I actually didn’t know what I had just. And I was feeling a panic attack coming my way.

Since when the fuck was I gay?
I wasn’t gay I just…I just.
I wanted to laugh.
Or probably cry. Maybe both.
But laughing was probably safer.

Shit, shit, shit, shit! What had I done?

If he said anything to anyone.
It felt like someone had punched me in my stomach, like the fist had gone through my body into my gut and stayed there, squeezing whatever organ that was there. I felt like I was going to be sick.

I opened my eyes.

And I met the eyes of my thirteen year old black haired sister, standing in her blue nightdress and still in her overdone makeup, looking out at me through the glass with an expression on her face that I wasn’t sure what to make of.
Then she smiled, a smile far more evil than the laughing girl’s or Simon’s.

Fuck.

TBC..
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Wrote this a long time ago. Is posted on fictionpress as an one-shot but I felt a sudden need of changing it and continuing it.
Felt like I had to write a truth or dare fic. I don’t know if this is how you others play truth or dare, but it was the way we used to play it and I’m from Sweden.
I hope you enjoyed it, I have absolutely no idea where I’m going with this story.
Letting me know what you think is always nice.