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I hated my best frenemy, Alison. She was a complete and utter bitch. First, she shows up during Benjy and I's conversation on the way home, to which I was enjoying, and then forces the two of us into going to her house party. Oh, I knew it would be awful. Every one of Alison's parties have ended with her house being trashed, she purposely passing some type of STD onto many of her male companions, and even embarrassing herself by trying to get it on with a few girls along the way, while I stood on the sidelines, watching. Well, that was what happened last time. And, to be honest, I didn't want it to happen again. Alison would probably chase Benjy away, and I didn't want that.
While I found myself getting all nice and dolled up for Alison's party (I was wearing a burgundy sweater, my favorite color, and black skinny jeans with my burgundy Converse to match) and , I heard a knock on the door downstairs. When my mom answered it, she casually called me down.
"Yeah?" I asked her. It was unusual for someone to come to my house to see me, I was such an outsider to everyone. I bet that even Alison thought I was a weirdo.
"Katherine Winthrop-Westingham. Pleasure, I'm sure," announced a stranger in my doorway.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Sorry, you don't know me, but I'm Benjy's mother. When he came in, he was so excited that he finally made a new friend, and when I heard you lived so close by, I thought I'd drop by to say some things. First of all, thanks for being Benjy's friend, he finds it hard to make new friends, poor thing. And, I just wanted to make sure that this get-together tonight at that girl Alison's place will be safe for him. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm sure Alison is a fine girl, but she looks to me like a harlot. So, he told me you were going, and I wanted to ask if you wouldn't mind looking after him, make sure nothing goes wrong. He's the new kid around here, so I know it might be weird, but I would like it if you did. Britain is an unusual country from America, and the move has been difficult on my son, but I insisted we move back to my hometown. America is a bad place to live, for those of use who lived in Detroit. So please, take care of him at this party." She wasn't American, to my surprise. She was British, a posh and obnoxious British. Benjy's father must be the American one. "No alcohol or drugs, I hope. But you seem to be a trustworthy person."
"Uhm... sure," I replied awkwardly.
"Well, thank you, Kayden. Goodbye then."
"Uhm, call me Kay. Bye."
"What was all that about?" My mom asked after the door was closed.
"I met a new kid today, was all," I told her.
"Is he nice? It doesn't seem like you to make a friend. I'm glad."
"I do have friends, you know!" I replied scornfully, climbing back up the stairs to my chamber.
I arrived outside Alison's house at the exact time she said: 3 hours later. I waited outside for Benjy to get there, and when he showed, I smiled at him. He smiled back, his teeth beautiful and pearly. His lips, uhhhh, they were luscious and kissable. I just want to bite his lower lip. I was pretty sure the things I would do to him would be beyond legal. But, he bit it instead, after a while. When I looked at the rest of him, he was wearing another woolly knitted top (this one was black and white and had Aztec patterns across), and navy skinny jeans with a pair of golden sparkly Converse. I owned Converse, but ^@d I only wore them with my burgundy jumper.
"Nice sweater," he complimented.
"Thanks."
"I love burgundy," he told me. Now, that was the first time anyone had noticed my jumper was burgundy, and not just a red or dark pink. I appreciated that.
"It's my favorite color," I announced.
"So, what usually goes down at these things?" he asked, his voice so sexual to me.
"The usual. Everyone gets drunk, shags strangers, wakes up the next morning and can't remember a thing from the night before. I never get drunk, though."
"Oh, why not?" he asked curiously, his face the cutest it had ever been.
"I'm just not the type of person, I guess. I don't even smoke, like everyone else does. I just hang with everyone while they do stuff. You know, your mom came over...," I told him. His cheeks blushed a red and rosy colour in embarrassment.
"Oh, no. Sorry, I didn't ask her to. She's really weird like that. She wasn't rude or intruding, was she? Ugh, I'm so gonna kill her!" he threatened.
"No, she was fine. Do you tell your mom everything, Benjy?"
"Yeah, we're really close. I know, it's not cool, your mom being your best friend, don't mock me," Benjy said.
"I won't," I assured, walking along and into Alison's house. It was crowded, and The Pretty Reckless was being played in the background (It was the song Zombie, one of their best songs). They were a great band. People were bouncing around in her living room, but the corridors were occupied by inebriated youths lying sloppily against the wall, often with their sexual companions.
I tried to find Alison, but I knew she'd be upstairs, getting at it, so I did what I usually did. Which was, I went into the kitchen, the most empty place in the house, and settled down on the bench.
"Don't you drink anything?" Benjy asked me.
"No, not really. When Ali makes me come here, I just hide in here. People only come in to get more booze out the fridge."
Benjy strutted towards the fridge and opened it after I said that, and took out two bottles of booze. He popped them open, and handed me one. "Go on, I dare you!" he said to me. "Why come and not have fun, not even once?"
"I don't think I should."
"C'mon, there's no point in just sitting around. Just drink. It's great."
"Have you ever even drank before?" I asked him.
"Yeah, once or twice. It tastes a bit bitter but being drunk is awesome for me. Now, stop changing the subject and drink!" he ordered me playfully, handing me the bottle.
"I... I don't..."
"We both will. C'mon!" he pleaded.
I didn't want to, but after thinking about it, I said "Well, one drink won't hurt, I guess...," and took a long drink from the bottle...
I felt my blood pumping through my head, pulsing through my body. It banged so hard, my head was killing. I was dizzy and drowsy, and couldn't walk properly. Each time I spoke, I slurred. Benjy was no better, and Ali was even worse!
"Wow, Kay, you actually - uhm - you actually got - got drunk!" Ali said. She was a mess. Her hair was all over the place, her makeup was everywhere, and her thongs were at her ankles.
"It was - it was all Benjy's idea. He made me."
Benjy had passed out, by now, and was resting his head on my shoulder. We were all in the same corridor where the people too drunk to actually reach the door had fell against the wall and passed out there. I never thought I would be one of those guys, but I was. And, actually, I liked it.
"You know what - you know what, what you should do?"
"What? What should I do?" I asked.
"Make - uhm - make a move. Now, I know you want Benjy, so just - just go for it. That's what, what you should do."
Even drunk, I began to fiddle with my sleeves.
"Take him - take him to yours, Kay. You can't let him go home like - uhm, like that. His mom's a total posh bitch, she and, and her abandoned cave of a fanny'll be so mad at you for lettin' him drink. If - if she comes by, I'll say you went to - to that new Krispy Kreme we just got here from those bastard Americans. That nosy little skank wouldn't dare actually go lookin' there, for sure! If you, if you don't, I'll kick the both of you out."
"I - I don't want to! I told you that in confidence, and you make fun of me. Besides, he wont, he wont like me back, he's not a gay," I replied.
"Yeah he is! What kind of straight dude has a dip-dyed blue fringe with styled blonde hair and a woolly t-shirt? Besides, that hug of yours was - was way too long, I tell yah!"
"Do you, do you think so?"
"Hell yeah, GayKay! Now get outta here and into your bed! Now!"
"Uh... yeah, okay. But, I'm not makin' a... a move..."
"Whateva, jus' take him to yours. He needs somewhere to.. uhm... to stay anyway, cos' his mom'll be here in the mornin',, an' I barely know him," Ali stated.
I stood up, very slowly, half of my body hanging against the wall. My head was still banging, and I could barely see ahead of me. Everything was blurry and it was spinning around, too. When I stood up, Benjy's head fell down and hit the ground. It woke him up.
"What happened?" he asked.
"You're drunk! We all are! Woo! Come fucking take me!" Ali screamed, suddenly up on her feet and heading straight upstairs with a dude beside her.
"Benjy, we should... we should go," I told him. "I'm not, I'm not leavin' you here."
"I... I can't go home. My mom will be so mad, she'll probably kick my ass!"
"You can... you can stay at mine," I said delightfully. I didn't want anything in particular to happen, especially not drunk. But, if he made a move, I knew I wouldn't be able to resist myself.
"Help me up," Benjy asked, holding out his hand. I grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him up. I barely managed, and when he got to his feet, he kept falling against me, sayi^@d ng "Sorry," and "I'm so drunk!" When we got out of Ali's (I made sure to go out the back, into our back alley so we weren't seen)I practically dragged Benjy all the way down the alley and into my back garden. The back door was always kept open when I was out late.
"What'll your mom, uhm, what will she say?" Benjamin slurred.
"She's asleep, and, and probably won't care," I replied.
"Oh, okay, okay then."
My mom's room was down stairs, and mine was the only room upstairs. The stairs led straight to my room. Of course, we also fell down a few times, but managed to climb up and make it into my room okay. We both just fell straight onto my bed, but Benjy was asleep before I was. He tossed and turned around, I could feel his breathing get deeper against my hair while he slept. Just before I fell asleep, Benjamin began to cuddle up to me. He put one arm across my chest, and wrapped a leg around mine. Slowly,cautiously, I placed my own hand over his, and began to spoon him. I took in all of his beautiful heat, cuddling up to him like that. I was surprised I didn't get an erection.
Just when I thought he was asleep, he whispered "G'night," Snuggling in deeper with me. I felt his warm body against mine, his defined abs rubbing against my side. I had to lie on my free hand to stop myself from touching his perfect bod.
"Night," I murmured, snuggling in return.
In the morning, I woke up after Benjamin, but only by a few minutes.
"Morning," he said. I didn't realized, at first, but we were still in the same position. Although, I felt something poking me in the side, and I knew exactly what it was, and I was glad that it was. I thought I knew what it meant, but I knew it could have been morning glory. I had it myself, and was just hoping that he had gotten his from being with me.
"Uh, morning," I said, as Benjamin broke apart and got up. "I've got a killer hangover! My head is killing!" he said, probably without realizing that his dick was bulging out of his skinny jeans.
"Uh, Benjy," I told him, nodding at it.
"Oh, shit! I mean, crap. Oh, just... sorry," said he, turning around to try and hide it.
"Haha, it's okay."
"I should probably get home, now. Thanks for letting me stay the night, Kay. Bye!"
Over the weeks after that, Benjy and I became close friends. We knew everything about each other, became inseparable, and he was no longer the new kid. He became a part of my social circle, and everyone began to like him, even Ali. She was always pestering me to make a move, but I just guess I was afraid of rejection, waiting for him to make the first move. But, I never stopped thinking about that night, and what could have happened if I did. I realized that I missed out on the greatest opportunity of finding out Benjy's sexuality, but I wasn't the type of person to sleep with someone the day I met them. That was probably because I was a virgin.
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