As soon as I got in the house, my parents sprung the news on me that they were going out to dinner with my dad's boss. I didn't care. Normally I would care if they sprang this kind of news on me last minute, but I was too happy. Vandalizing Bryan's house was too much fun to really notice much else. I wanted to see the look on his face when he saw it in the morning. Wandering into the kitchen, I pictured his horrified face. As I made dinner for myself, I could here my parents joking around while getting ready for their dinner date. By the time they were done getting ready, I had already finished my barbecue chicken and was just sitting on the couch in my pajamas.
"We'll be back late tonight," stated my mom, grabbing her coat from the coat rack. "Bye."
"Bye," I replied, waving a small wave.
As they left, I turned my attention back to the T.V. I was watching Parental Control on MTV. It was my source of entertainment for the night. As I laughed at what the boyfriend was saying to the parents, I heard a knock on the door. I got up and headed to the door. When I opened it, Shane spilled into my arms.
"Shane! What did you do?" I exclaimed, helping him inside.
As I shut the door, he explained to me what happened, slurring his words as he spoke. I felt sorry for him. He hadn't wanted this to happen. I helped him to the bathroom where he puked out his entire stomach. He began to cry and puke some more. I patted his head and held him. When his stomach finally settled, I led him to the couch and brought him a bucket filled with a little water. I headed to the kitchen to get him some bread and a glass of water, shaking my head. Things had been going so well, but maybe this wouldn't effect him too much. As I entered the living room, Shane was sprawled across the couch. I sat him up and handed him the bread and glass of water. I watched him as he ate and sipped. He just sat there at first and looked at me. There was so much pain in his eyes. I didn't know what to do. I had never really expected to be looking over a drunk person.
"Thank you, Kennedy," he whispered, leaning towards me.
"No problem, Shane. I'm here for you," I replied, watching him rinse his mouth out with water and spitting it into the bucket.
"I have somethin' to tell you," he stated, his words still sounding slurred.
"What?" I asked, trying to fake a smile.
Shane looked around the room and then leaned into me. "I think I like you."
"Oh. I like you too-" I started, leaning away.
"No, I mean I love you," he interrupted, leaning towards me still.
This caught me by surprise. I sat there confused for a moment and as I opened my mouth to say something, Shane leaned in to kiss me. He pressed his lips against mine and touched his hand to my cheek. When he slowly pulled back, he passed out in my lap. I sat there for what seemed to be hours, wondering if what had happened was real. Had Shane really just kissed me? My lips tingled. There was no way what he said was true because he was drunk when he said it. He didn't know what he was talking about, and for some reason, that made me sad. I looked down at Shane and ran my hand through his hair.
"I think I love you too, Shane," I whispered, brushing my hand against his cheek.
When morning came, I was the first one up. I slowly slid out from underneath Shane and headed to the kitchen. My parents were already there and gave me a stern look when I entered the room.
"Do you want to explain to me who that boy on our living room couch is?" questioned my father, very angry.
"That's Shane. The one I told you guys about. He was basically ambushed by his friends and forced to drink last night. He ended up drunk and came here. He couldn't go home. His mom said that he couldn't. It's my responsibility to help him," I stated, looking to my mom for support. "He was crying and throwing up."
My parents exchanged worried glances and then sighed together. They explained to me that they were proud that I had taken responsibility, but that I should have called them to let them know. If they hadn't known about Shane, they would've thought that he was someone else. They had had an idea about who he was when they walked in and saw the bucket and the glass of water.
"Well, I'm going to go to my mom's house and help her out with chores. I'll see you guys later," commented my mom, setting her coffee cup in the sink.
"I'm going to take care of the bucket. Then I'm going to watch the game. Get Shane off the couch, okay?" commanded my dad, finishing his coffee.
I headed into the living room and woke up Shane. Helping him up, I grabbed him another glass of water and led him upstairs to my room. Memories of last night flooded my head and then the one that had made me realized how much I liked him stood out. As I led him to my bed, I began to get some courage up.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, smiling nervously.
"Horrible. Did I puke a lot? Did I cry?" he questioned, grimacing in pain.
"Yes and yes. It's okay though," I stated, running my hand through his hair.
"Did I say anything weird?" he asked, closing his eyes.
"Um, just one thing..." I started, taking in a deep breath. "You told me that you loved me."
He held his breath. "Sorry. I say weird things when I'm drunk. Did I do anything to you?"
"Well, you kissed me after you told me you loved me," I replied, glancing down at him.
He opened his eyes and sat up. Staring at me he ran his hand through his hair. I wanted to smile. He looked so cute right at this moment. There were so many things I wanted to tell him.
"I'm sorry. I was drunk." He looked away.
My heart dropped. He really didn't care? He really didn't feel that way?
"It's okay. It's not like I didn't enjoy it," I mumbled, dropping my eyes.
His head snapped back in my direction. "What?"
"Nothing." I looked away, avoiding eye-contact.
"No, tell me." He made me look at him.
I stared at his eyes. His gorgeous eyes. "It's not like I didn't enjoy it."
The awkward silence that followed was agonizing. He just stared at me, searching my face for any signs that I was lying probably. I wanted to look away, but his eyes held my gaze. They were so beautiful. Then my gaze was attracted by something else. His lips. The piercings were still there like last night. I hadn't remembered feeling those piercings. I suddenly wanted to. Suddenly, I reached forward and took his face in my hands and pressed my lips to his gently, barely touching his lips. The piercings felt oddly good against my lips. I pulled away and looked at his eyes again. He stared at me.
"I'm sorry. I just...I don't really know..." I muttered, losing my train of thought.
Next thing I knew, Shane was kissing me. At first it was an innocent little peck, but then it became more. I could feel his lips trembling against mine. His hands were rough, but nice on the small of my back as I reached up to lock my arms around his neck. When he finally pulled away, I was still eager for more.
"Are you sure you want to get involved with someone like me?" he asked, resting his forehead against mine. "I could hurt you."
"I'm sure," I whispered in reply, kissing his lips lightly.
"Oh dear Lord, you are in for a wild ride," he laughed, kissing me back.
I smiled knowing he was right. Things were going to get complicated.