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[color=e32636][b]LOCATION[/b][/color] — Beverly Hills Beach Bash
[color=ec3a3b][b]INTERACTIONS[/b][/color] — Each other ([color=tomato]Summer[/color] & [color=e32636]Jackson[/color])
[@lovely complex] [@Altered Tundra]
[color=tomato][b]TIME[/b][/color] —Time to Dance[/center][hr][hr]
[indent]Fifteen minutes had passed since Jackson and Summer had split from Jade and Jay, and the blonde teen had already consumed over four mixed cocktails of hard liquor. Whatever mood Jackson was in, one thing was for sure: he wasn’t going to experience it sober. 

Even if he had the company of Summer, that wasn’t enough to take his mind off of what had happened today. Eve crushed him. Hard. Worse than that, she did it without a moment’s hesitation. Jackson didn’t know what he expected. She was someone who was way out of his league. Ely told him countless times. Rhett would often go on, telling him similar things. Jade told him countless times. Hell, even his own parents chimed in on the subject. Granted, they were looking out for him, but Jackson didn’t listen to any of them. He thought his drive would be able to sway her, but he never got the chance simply because he couldn’t keep his mouth closed. Or be like Rhett, and know when a serious approach was needed.

Everything got fucked because of his big mouth. And now Jackson was paying the piper.

So, if he felt that type of way towards Eve, then why did he even come to the party? Why did Jackson come to Rhett’s party where he knew for a fact that Eve would be here? Why did Jackson come to this party knowing full well that there was a high chance of seeing Eve, of seeing Rhett converse with Eve? And above all things, why was Jackson there, looking out on the moonlit beach with Rhett’s kid sister, Summer? 

He didn’t know why. Even worse, Jackson couldn’t find a single reason - at least not at the moment - that it was wrong. But that didn’t change that Jackson had been uncharacteristically silent the entire time. Maybe he didn’t know what to say to Summer, or he simply felt it was safer if this loud mouth finally kept his trap shut.

But perhaps he should say something.

Downing the drink he had in his hand, Jackson scratched the back of his neck. He could literally feel the sweat starting to drop down his back. “[color=e32636]So, Summer are you having fun?[/color]” Jackson asked. He had no idea what he was doing. God help him if speaking was a mistake.

[url=http://i.imgur.com/0O6qiEV.jpg]Summer Aspen[/url], a dynamite blonde, even for a 14 year old, wore her elegant, army green bathing suit that showed some of her stomach and chest (and just a lot of her body), while her denim hip hugger shorts were nice and tight on her plump, dancer bottom. To keep her identity - somewhat incognito, but not really - she wore sunglasses at night. Who cares right? She did what she wanted because she knew she could and would be the best one day. Her brother was such a jerk for not letting her come. Sure, this was her first week of school and she was [i]technically[/i] grounded by their mother for paying Miley to do her chores, but she had better things to do like impress Audrey. Her sunglasses rested on top of her gorgeous, well groomed blonde waves, as her light brown orbs fixedly watched the gentle waves of the night water. This was great and it was all thanks to Jackson she could experience the FIRST PARTY OF THE YEAR. [color=tomato][i]Fuck you Rhett for not bringing me.[/i][/color] He would pay. Sure, him being considered as potential King Bee material meant more opportunities for her to get on the good graces of Audrey and like, becoming a royal a lot faster than she expected she was capable of doing, but he was still an idiot. [i]He would pay.[/i] 

Her eyes lit up at the voice of her crush when he broke the silence from them romantically staring out toward the sea. With doe-eyes and a bright, bubbly smile, Summer glanced up at him (having not touched alcohol because she wanted to stay sober for Jackson - plus, soon enough her brother would find her and flip shit), “[color=tomato]Never better![/color]” Turning her body toward him, letting her left hand ‘unintentionally’ glide down her chest, she thanked the handsome man that stood before her, “[color=tomato]Thank you so much for bringing me. I’m [i]eternally[/i] grateful to you, Jackson.[/color]” Her voice had a hint of red wine, but was covered with a high octave and sunshine. She gave him a kittenish stare and began to twirl her hair. Obviously flirting. “[color=tomato]You know… there’s so much we could do together right now. To have [i]fun[/i] and forget about [i]all[/i] our problems.[/color]” Summer scanned around them, making sure her brother was nowhere near her. 

Jackson was quite unsure what she meant by “fun”. His mind wasn’t thinking clearly, and her words didn’t really hit him as soon if he wasn’t in the neighborhood of shitfaced. Seeing as how that he was close to that particular destination, his reaction time was delayed. That was especially true when he blinked. His vision blurred slightly as a result of his alcohol levels. 

“[color=e32636]Fun? Wha--[/color]” Jackson was interrupted by Summer’s forcing tug.

Wanting her brother’s best friend to [b]only[/b] think about her, the freshmen dancer grabbed his hands (both) and pulled him toward the dance floor, walking backwards, “[color=tomato]Show me your [i]slick moves[/i], Jackson.[/color]” 

This wasn’t a good idea. Most definitely wasn’t a good idea. Rhett could see him. Granted, from afar, perhaps it wouldn’t look like Summer. Still, Jackson, on some level of his drunkened state, knew this wasn’t a wise move. Being here at the party with Summer broke a few rules of Bro Code already, but dancing with her for sure broke almost every word. If Barney Stinson was here, he would probably give Jackson an earful. Or even Ted Mosby. Or even Marshall Eriksen. All three of them would tell Jackson that he was making a huge mistake. That he should not engage in a dance with Summer. Absolutely not. Don’t do it, Jackson Drake.

As he looked at Summer, examining his options, Jackson seemed like he was at a crossroads, but then he remembered the week he had. He remembered everything that happened. He tried making the right decisions, but none of them worked in his favor. So, he decided to just throw out the rulebook, and make a bad decision for once. 

“[color=e32636]Fine, but don’t say that I didn’t warn you.[/color]” Jackson said. He hiccuped, burped, and laughed in all in that order

As if on cue, the song that was previously playing ended, and [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WccfbPQNMbg]Party Hard by Andrew W.K.[/url] came on. As that happened, something woke up inside Jackson. One could say his party animal came out, and suddenly Jackson, without even realizing it, began to jump up and down, holding Summer’s hands with the rhythm that his arms. His head was rocking back and forth, he twirled around, twirled her around, and just kind of losing all sense of control as the aggressive beats of the instruments fueled Jackson’s energy and overall vibe.

Summer’s heartbeat picked up expeditiously and she gleamed up at Jackson as he enjoyed himself with her. Sure, he wasn’t the best dancer in the world but this was a party, who cares about class or skill? It was all about having a blast and she was having one hell of a good time! With full willingness, she let him move her petite body around in spins and twirls and even though he didn’t have grace, Summer did. Swaying her hair to side to side, flowing with the night air, and oscillating her hips along with the occasional bounces, the Niner did not look away from him. For this moment, she would like to think she was all his and it felt fan-fucking-tastic. This wasn’t the most… sensual song… but she hoped after this one, she and he could get more intimate. Her light brown orbs did widen slightly when he almost knocked out a couple of people OTHER THAN HER but hey, at least she was safe - sorta. She liked this. He held her. He ‘handled’ her with ease. He… danced with her. The gorgeous, young blonde couldn’t help but feel elated.  “[color=tomato]JACKSON![/color]” She yelled over the music, “[color=tomato]Catch me![/color]” She pulled away from him and gave herself a running start before she leapt into his arms and wrapped her legs around him. Her face was inches away from him, “[color=tomato]Spin.[/color]” 

Despite his decision to willingly make bad decisions, Jackson’s conscious was telling him to stop. It was telling him to drop her. Didn’t matter if it would be mean, if it meant that Jackson wouldn’t be seen in a compromising position with Summer, it would be okay. But, of course, as he always has been, Jackson was being stubborn. Because of that, instead of dropping her like a hot, firm potato, Jackson did as she requested. His hands were gripped along her waistline. He tried not to let them go any lower because, God-forbid Rhett notice them, he didn’t want to risk grabbing his best bro’s kid sister’s firm bottom(okay, he might’ve copped a feel for a slight moment, but you can’t blame him for that one). Lucky for him, the King-to-Be was off a long distance away talking to Alyssa and Connor. 

Jackson spun around a few times, with Summer in his arms, looking up at her. [color=e32636][i]Why does she have to be beautiful? Whyyy?[/i][/color] 

The spins were increasing in numbers. At first, it was all well and dandy. He had control of his footing, and was keeping his hands above the ass. But the more he span the both of them around in circles, gravity was beckoning hard. At one point he almost lost his balance, but caught himself. It was growing increasingly difficult. 

And then they dropped. Jackson slipped on the sand, and fell backwards. His back was against the plush sand, and, well, there was Summer on top of him. 

Jackson fell, which may have or may have not been something Summer had planned all along. He was shitfaced, she knew that, and the chances of him allowing himself to drop her were slim to none because she just knew he couldn’t resist (and if she got hurt, well, Rhett would beat the shit out of him). Now they were in a compromising position, where she laid on him but that immediately was brought to a straddle (oh Summer). Looking down at him, the blonde tilted her head and let out a light giggle, “[color=tomato]I never thought we’d be in this position anytime soon.[/color]” As much as the darling dancer [i]wanted[/i] her way, planting a nice, juicy kiss on him right then and there, she decided to get off of him and offer her hand, “[color=tomato]Want to go talk somewhere? Your head must be spinning now.[/color]”

Summer wasn’t wrong. Jackson had been feeling not the greatest before they started dancing, but after the fall, it was like a million people were screaming in his head. Not to mention all those spins made him quite dizzy, which made Jackson hesitate to take her hand right away. As it stood at the current moment, Jackson saw about three of Summer. He wouldn’t know which hand he would reach for, so he just decided to sit there for a minute until the multiple Summers went away.

As he grunted, Jackson’s sight was finally behaving. He only saw one Summer, thus took her hand to help his drunk ass up to his feet. “[color=e32636]Yeah..[/color]” Jackson said, still feeling woozy, but he was able to at least get that word out. “[color=e32636]I think there’s a semi-quiet spot along the coast.[/color]” Jackson said, “[color=e32636]that work for you?[/color]” 

“[color=tomato]Mhm, whatever you want, Jackson![/color]” Sneakily, but not really, more possessively than anything, Summer grabbed the hand closest to her and beckoned him onward, “[color=tomato]Take the lead, hot stuff![/color]” Yes, the darling Niner was outwardly flirting with him and didn’t really care who heard her, but knowing Jackson he would probably think she was joking. Or maybe, his drunk state would notice her ploys. She doubted it. 

Jackson was thankful that Summer held close to his hand. He needed balance for this trek of a few dozen feet. Even that short amount was difficult, especially how weak Jackson’s alcohol tolerance seemed to be tonight. Each step he took with Summer seemed to be only slower and with more stumbling. Even still, there was an upside to this slow approach. Jackson and Summer eventually reached the spot that Jackson mentioned. And he was pretty accurate about it being semi-quiet. The loudness of the party could still be heard, but they wouldn’t need to yell over the music to hear each other. For talking, that was pretty essential. Jackson took a seat(not by choice) on the floor, kind of rolling until his bottom was on the sand. He brought his arms beside him, sloppily gesturing Summer to sit beside him. He wouldn’t move much in fear that his body would decide laying stomach-first was needed. 

The beautiful blonde scooted in closer to her brother’s best friend, before assertively suggesting, “[color=tomato]Lay down, your head is probably spinning! We can look up at the stars.[/color]” After gently helping the boy lay back on the sand, making sure his movements weren’t too abrupt (no need for the dynamite crush to upchuck), Summer laid beside him, resting in the crook of his shoulder, while staring up up toward the sky, “[color=tomato]You okay? You don’t seem… your usual self.[/color]” Waiting for him to respond, the aspiring dancer traced her pointer finger on Jackson’s chest. 

“[color=e32636]I am definitely [i]not[/i] okay.[/color]” Jackson said, sighing. “[color=e32636]I don’t even know where to start.[/color]” he sighed again.

Summer was right. Jackson was not alright. Actually, he was far from it, but where would he begin? How would he start to explain how far from alright he was? Those questions continued in his mind for several seconds. He went over what happened today, trying to concentrate on the best place to start. It wasn’t until he grunted, scooting onto his side, and both of his eyes looking at Summer.

Thank god for nighttime! Summer’s cheeks leaked red as Jackson turned onto his side… their faces inches away from each other. They would have gorgeous blue eyed, blonde haired babies (assuming Jackson’s blue eyes were the dominant genes). [i]No! Stop. Support him. He needs someone to cheer him up. Be that girl.[/i] A faint smile graced her face, while she let her light brown orbs lock with his ocean blue. Who needs to look at the ocean when it all resided in her crush’s gaze? “[color=tomato]Start from the beginning.[/color]” Summer sweetly whispered. Gently, she brought her hand to his blonde strands and brushed them out of his face. 

“[color=e32636]Well, I guess that [i]would[/i] be a good place to start, huh?[/color]” Jackson said, lowly laughing. 

As he took in a deep breath(not one too noticeable), Jackson would begin telling the tale. “[color=e32636]I’m pretty sure that you’re aware of how I’ve been pining for Evelyn Harding, right? I mean, no doubt you heard it from Rhett. Well, after I left with Jade after shit went down in the courtyard, she went to go meet with Eve. Apparently Rhett wanted her to perform or something like that.[/color]” Jackson shrugged, “[color=e32636]anyways, when we got there, I had so much excitement. I mean, she has been the woman I wanted to be with since — well, for a while. People told me I was crazy for wanting to be with her. You name the person, and I’m pretty sure they have said something about it at some point. Jade, my parents, even Ely at one point, but she was only annoyed with me one time.[/color]” Jackson realized he was going on like a motor. He needed to skip the story, and go to what happened. 

“[color=e32636]Alright, so when me and Jade were in front of her, Jade and Eve were talking, right? And you know me. I can’t keep my mouth shut for long. Sure enough, I let something slip, and…[/color]” Jackson paused, “[color=e32636]well, it became evidently clear that I not only had no possible chance with Eve, but that if I even dared go near her, or speak her name in  her presence, I would live to regret it.[/color]” Jackson said, a hint of fear in his tone. “[color=e32636]It was a wake-up call, I suppose.[/color]” Jackson said, somewhat finishing the story. There was more he wasn’t saying, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Having a brother like Rhett, who didn’t like people to worry about him, who didn’t want people to know his inner battles, and who kept everything bottled up until he exploded, Summer had great intuition for a girl her age. As much as her brother wanted to watch over her, she felt like she had to check up on him more than he for her. That being said, she wasn’t one to pry further into someone’s business unless said person was willing and ready to tell her more. She kept quiet, while she observed where his gaze went or his change in tone. When his voice trailed off, his story coming to a-sorta-close, Summer sighed, “[color=tomato]I understand it’s disappointing to not have… the means to be everything your crush wants.[/color]” There was a hint of realness in the topic they were discussing, like it was close to her own heart, “[color=tomato]Everyone tells you what not to do and you… want to prove them wrong. Then you find out, when it’s too late, they were right. Every single one of them warned you, because they cared… but you’re still not satisfied, right?[/color]” Her serene voice stood at a pleasantly low level, not one to raise it while she gave Jackson a heart-to-heart, “[color=tomato]Perhaps, we should look at this a little differently?[/color]” She brought her body closer to his and let her hand rest on his side (wanting to intertwine her legs in between his, but refraining herself), “[color=tomato]You care about Eve, right? Even if she… never gave you a chance… you still want her to be happy, yes?[/color]” The night beach setting didn’t help her urge(s). She just wanted to hold him close and show him that she could be that woman who made him happy, but instead she bit her bottom lip and waited for a response. 

Jackson couldn’t speak, which was odd. He always had something to say even if it was something stupid, or immature. Even if what was on his mind was something entirely asinine, Jackson always had something to say. That was his thing. Jackson Drake was a guy that always had something to say, but now? There wasn’t a single word that escaped his mouth. It wasn’t because he wasn’t thinking about anything. On the contrary, he for sure had his mind on something. The problem was that Jackson found himself thinking if he should have this thought on his mind. Summer was no doubt right about everything that she had said, but she was really close to him. It wasn’t just in a emotional sense. She always has been someone special to him, but more in that ‘you’re my best friend’s kid sister’-kind of way. But, as she was closer to his body, her arm on his side, Jackson began thinking of her in a different light. 

And that was a dangerous thing. By the Gods, Jackson knew he should pull away, but something either around him or within him, didn’t want to. It was as if something bigger was at play, and Jackson didn’t want to move a single inch. Yeah he knew this was a dangerous position to be in. If Rhett came knocking near them, Jackson would be in deep shit. Even if nothing had happened, this was a very compromising position for Jackson to be in with Summer.

And yet..

“[color=e32636]I, uh,[/color]” Jackson finally spoke, but he became tonguetied, 

He cleared his throat. 

“[color=e32636]Yes, I want her to be happy. Yes, I care about her. As much as it pains me to admit this, if she can’t see me in that way, then maybe with someone else more like her would bring a genuine smile to her.[/color]” Jackson said. To his surprise, he was smiling. And, from the looks of it, shedding a few tears. “[color=e32636]Shit. Sorry, I don’t know where those came from.[/color]” Jackson caught them almost immediately. He went to wipe them from his eyes.

Jackson blinked once. His eyes were back on Summer. “[color=e32636]What about you?[/color]” Jackson asked. “[color=e32636]You spoke as if you know the feeling of unrequited love.[/color]”

“[color=tomato]Don’t wipe your tears away. You shouldn’t be ashamed for caring. For loving. You’re… really amazing, Jackson.[/color]” Summer lifted herself up slightly with her arm so she could glance down at him as they laid side by side. With her hand that was on the outer side of her body, she brought it to his face and brushed his hair out of his eyes, “[color=tomato]Girls are complicated. I’m sure Eve has her reasons…[/color]” Her blonde hair moved gently with the nightly breeze while her gaze was completely focused on him,”[color=tomato]Mm. My circumstances are… [i]dangerous[/i].[/color]” Her head inched closer. Slowly, very slowly, they were making their way toward his lips. Without a doubt, there was a building anticipation, desire, and need, “[color=tomato]I’d love to be with him… even if it’s [i]wrong[/i].[/color]”

Rather than go straight to his face, she went to the side of it, brushing her cheek against his, and brought her lips to his ear, whispering, “[color=tomato]But that’s for me to know and you to find out.[/color]” 

[color=e32636][i]What does she mean by that?[/i][/color]

By the time her words resonated with him, Jackson was looking at Summer’s face. So close it was to his own. Something about the way she looked at him and the way that he looked at her was …[i]intense[/i]. Sure there might’ve been another way to describe it, but Jackson couldn’t think of any other word than intense. His heart was racing so fast, and the nerves were at an all-time high. Not to mention that he was probably drenched in sweat from head-to-toe. 

Jackson would brush that aside for the moment. He shook his head, grains of sand flying everywhere in the process. Eyes of intrigue on Summer, Jackson blinked once. “[color=e32636]This guy you like,[/color]” Jackson began, “[color=e32636]what makes it so wrong to be with him? If you like him, maybe you should tell him how you feel.[/color]” he advised her. “[color=e32636]Trust me, not knowing how someone might feel about you is worse than anything in this world.[/color]”

Playfully rolling her eyes, knowing she understood the situation better than him, Summer shrugged, “[color=tomato]I’ll keep that in mind but I think… I know how things would end.[/color]” Tilting her head, the Niner couldn’t help but giggle, “[color=tomato]What are you waiting for? I know you want to kiss me. Just do it.[/color]” She wasn’t going to tell him who she liked, but she would give him the decision to kiss her. His ocean orbs spoke volumes. He never was one that could easily hide how he felt. Brushing her nose against his, the devious blonde added, “[color=tomato]I won’t tell Rhett, if you won’t. This can be… our little [i]secret[/i].[/color]” 

“[color=e32636]What? No..that’s not—[/color]” 

Jackson was a little flabbergasted right now. Where did that come from? What would give her that impression that he wanted to kiss her? No, that was completely absurd. The thought never crossed his mind. Not before tonight and most certainly not when he picked her up from her house. It certainly didn’t cross his mind when she and he were talking on the drive to the party. It never crossed his mind when they were walking along side of each other, her arm hooked with his, and Jackson not minding it much. Not when she and he were talking alone, staring at the moon’s reflection at the beach. It wasn’t when they were dancing and she fell on top of him. It wasn't when he felt …[i]iffy[/i] with her body on top of his. And he most certainly didn’t think about it when they started to lay down close to each other on the sand.

Of course, all of those times, Jackson was lying to himself. He had decided to make bad decisions because he didn’t care. In the process, regardless if he didn’t want to openly admit it to himself, it was the singular thought of kissing her that was fuelling his actions tonight. From the moment she got into the car, all the way to this very moment in front of them, Jackson had all but one thought on his mind: kissing those rose-colored lips of summer’s. But even if he wanted to, he can’t. 

“[color=e32636]We can’t — [b][i]I[/i][/b] can’t. I’ll be breaking the Bro Code.[/color]” Jackson attempted to scoot away, but he couldn’t. One, Summer’s leg was over his own, and, perhaps he didn’t want to. “[color=e32636]Article 19 states: A bro shall not sleep with another bro’s sister. Kissing is included there.[/color]” Jackson kept shaking his head. “[color=e32636]It’d be wrong.[/color]”

“[color=tomato]I guess you’ll never know. I simply wanted to make you feel better after getting your heartbroken from someone who doesn’t appreciate you like I do, but oh well. It’s your lost. Bro code or not, you are your own person. Don’t worry, I’m sure I can find someone else who would adore Summer lovin’.[/color]” The disappointment was written all over her face. Of course, as long as Rhett was her brother, her chances with any boy was slim to none. Regardless, she would still do what she wanted. But at last, Jackson was drunk, she shouldn’t take advantage of this opportunity as much as she wanted to, and he… would never want her. She should have known better. “[color=tomato]It’s no big deal![/color]” She gave him a warm faux smile. Her voice had a hint of sadness its tone and her light brown orbs were distant. 

Pulling away from him, she decided right then and there it was time to move on from this silly infatuation she had for her brother’s best friend. Move on from teen romance. She had dancing to focus on, anyways! “[color=tomato]I’m going back to the party.[/color]” The young blonde started to pick herself up. Not giving him a chance to grab her, she jolted up and waved goodbye. Once she was done bidding adieu, she quickly paced away. 

Now what was he going to do? Jackson knew it was wrong to feel this way. And even though he wanted to do something about it, he might have just missed his only chance cause she was already walking away. If ever there was a moment that he would have to do something — anything — about this entire situation with Summer and whatever he felt, it would have to be now. The choice would have to be made within the next couple of seconds.

“[color=e32636]Shit,[/color]” Jackson muttered, struggling to get up. He was eventually able to after a few tries. “[color=e32636]Summer![/color]” Jackson called out, but she didn’t stop. He took a few big steps, stumbling slightly. “[color=e32636]Summer![/color]” he called out again. Still, she didn’t stop. Either she didn’t hear him or she was refusing his call. Jackson was faster than her, but in his state, he might as well be as fast as she was. A miracle happened, and Jackson finally reached her. His right hand reached out, and grabbed her shoulder. He turned her around. “[color=e32636][b]Summer![/b] Will you just wait a minute?![/color]” Jackson yelled to her, trying to talk over the loud sounds of the music and screaming teenagers.

The Niner tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let her go, “[color=tomato]Forget it, Jackson![/color]” Her gaze turned dark… something Jackson probably has never seen up until this very moment. She didn’t want to deal with this right now. She didn’t want to deal with him right now. Or even look at him, “[color=tomato]It was a stupid suggestion, okay. Go find my brother and have another shot or something. Just [b]let me go[/b].[/color]”

They were past the point of words. Jackson was past the point of words. There was nothing he could say that would even begin to cover what he was feeling right now because it was too crazy to believe. To think that, in some way, shape, or form, Jackson had feelings for Summer. It was taboo. It was forbidden. Hell, it was hazardous to his health, but none of that mattered when Jackson looked into her eyes. Realizing at this very moment that he had been looking in the wrong place. Ely was more like a sister to him. Eve was never going to acknowledge him in the way he wanted. Ash was miles away, but right now, right here, was someone that actually liked him. For whatever reason that was out of Jackson’s comprehension, she liked his ugly mug. And as taboo as it was, Jackson liked her too.

As the final seconds ticked away, Jackson brought his left hand up to Summer’s cheek, caressing it. “[color=e32636]That’s the last thing I want to do, Summer,[/color]” He smiled, and leaned in. The moment wasn’t fleeting, not if Jackson had any say about it. He was about to take hold of it just as he took hold of Summer’s attention by giving her a loving, deep kiss.

W-what?! He… he actually went for it?! Summer’s eyes widened as her crush for god... who-even-knows-how-long… pressed his warm, yummy lips against her’s. Was this really happening? The smell of liquor (a combo of whiskey, vodka, and something fruity) filled her nostrils and his grip on her tightened. Shock. Disbelief. Confusion. But most importantly, elation. In this moment, one of her most desired dreams felt like it was coming true. She didn’t move a muscle. If she did, this moment might end. She didn’t want it to end. Call her clique but if she could freeze time, she would.

Instead of pulling away, she closed her eyes and moved her plump lips along with his… as if she was leading it to more risque kissing (she was even tempted to use tongue, but she’d refrain herself - for now). From an outsider’s perspective, her arms were down to her side and she looked frozen in place as her brother’s best friend (or an older boy) held onto her possessively, planting a nice, hard kiss on the freshman. But to her, fireworks had been set off inside. Summer was on cloud 9… Her mind would stay up in the clouds for as long as time would allow her to live in this illusion. Please, let this last forever. [/indent]