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You pulled out a lean, black slip and looked around. No signs of anyone acknowledging it� Then I look up, and shake my head wryly with a grin. You shoot a look of confusion my way, and I shrug, the grin still spread across my face. �Everett, ______ got you..� I say softly, the boy perking up his head from his arms. He�d been napping, the dumbshit. Sleeping at a party, smart. You rolled your eyes as he made a gagging effort when he got up. Your worst enemy, since the seventh grade glared at you, then turned to me. �I got up to be matched with this slut? Fuck, man.� I shrug, glancing towards you. Your fists clench, then release. �Mm, like I want to be matched with a fagget. Go back to your gay party.� He flares, and makes his way to the closet; you follow nonchalantly. I close the door behind you both. �Like, kill eachother somewhere else guys. I don�t feel like cleaning up blood. Sleep uh, if y�want�� I say, locking it now. You take the farthest corner of the closet he slumped across from, and lean on the wall. �The hell are you doing here anyways?� You say, him now peering over to you. �Tch. Like I need to explain anything to you. Leave me the hell alone to get back to my nap.� You cross your arms. �Sleeping at a party? Smooth.� Everett rolls his eyes, and shrugs. �What else can I do? It�s not like there�s a hot girl I can screw.� Your hands clench again, the let go. �You�re into that? Nice. Didn�t know you liked girls. But then again-� He stops you, jerking his head up. �Man, you need to shut the hell up. Don�t you ever stop talking?� You quiet down now, intent to hit him crossing over your mind. He lowers his head again, and crosses his arms as he slides down to the floor. Everett sits crosslegged and puts the back of his head to the wall. He groans. �What�re we supposed to do for like, three hours anyways?� You give him a look of confusion for the sudden nonchalant question. You shrug. �Dunno. Sleep? Talk?� He shrugs as you did, and says, �Well, can�t we just ask to get out?� You start to answer, but then stop. �I don�t think so..� You bite your tongue at the lie. He gets up, his figure barely visible in the light. You can see the silhouette of his body; none of the features. He arches his back with a crack, then sits again. He says, �Well, what exactly do you want to do?� You swallow, now letting a smug smirk fly across your face. �Exactly?� You say. He squirms. �I guess. What?� You shrug softly. �I dunno. I was thinking of killing you, but we�re not allowed to do that, seeing as how we�ll, or... you�ll, spill blood.� You pause, to stretch your arms in the cramped closet. �So I guess a nice punch would work? A kick in the ball, no?� The boy rolls his eyes. �Yeah fuckin� right. Like I�d let you do that. You�d be on the floor in no time.� You pause. �Like you could even. You�re too fucking soft to do anything, Everett.� Then suddenly he gets up. �Then do it, bitch.� Your temper rises. �Fine, fagget. I�ll knock your ass out in no time.� You get up, and he shoves you into the wall. You push him back, now putting all your force into him. He stumbles, then falls on the floor with a thud. �You fucking cock-teasing bitch!� He yells. You kick him, and then drop to him, swinging. He covers his face, and you get a punch to his ribs. He yelps, and then thrashes you over; you under him. The boy lifts his fist up, then stops. You glare at him. �Do it, dumbass! Hit me.� You say, your anger rising. Then, he leans. You cringe at his fist, then your eyes go wide. He leans down and kisses you, and you squirm, coughing. �The hell?� He lowers his hand to your lips, then says, �I�m not gonna hit you, ______, the real, uh� the real truth is I really like you.� You roll your eyes, and wriggle under his legs. �Fucking yeah right, you�re shitting me.� The boy shakes his head, pinning your hands down on both sides of your head. �No, I�m being serious� I do like you. Won�t you� uh, won�t you believe me?� He leans down and kisses you again. This time you let him, and he lingers his lips on yours. You roll your eyes. �Are you lying? Or� or do you really like me?� You ask him, and he nods. �I do like you� I have for a long time. It�s just.. It�s just I have a temper. And when I get angry I can�t think of anything else. I�m sorry we got caught in crossfire.� he said, now unpinning your hands and getting up. You do the same, crossing your arms now. �Really?� He nods again. You give him a small smile. �Want to� want to uh, start over?� You ask him, and he returns the smile softly. �Yeah, that�d� that�d be great.� He leans against the wall again, and turns his head to you. �Who knew a stuffy closet could bring us together?� You shrug, then repsond, �Maybe it�s the fact you can barely breathe in here�� He laughs, then edges closer to you. I knock on the door. �Hey guys� an hour left. Are you still alive?� Both of you chuckle, then tap on the door to respond. �Okay� just try to survive a bit longer, m�kay?� I say, my voice muffled through the wooden door. Everett turns to you as I walk away again. �A whole hour� what do we do?� You shrug softly, then lean close to him, whispering. �This.� Then you lean in and kiss him, pressing your body against his on the wall. He moans, and parts his lips a bit. Your tongue reaches out, and sweeps into his mouth. Then his tongue does the same, and you both exchange saliva. He leans towards you, then slides his hand up your waist. Everett reaches up, past your navel and to your bra. He slips his hand into it, and grabs your breast. You can�t help but let a little whimper pass your lips, making him knead it harder. This time you moan, and he pushes his body against yours again, breaking the kiss softly to lean you onto the floor. Both of you roll, kissing harder and deeper now. Then he moans, and you roll on top of him, unbuttoning his pants. He leans forward, and pulls your shirt up. Now in your bra, you slide off his pants. Suddenly, you both hear a knock on the door and scramble to your feet. �Guys� like two minutes is left. Finish up uh, sleeping?� I say, you now reaching for the limp mound of your shirt. He buttons his pants, and without a word, you exchange glances. A small look of pleasure is in his eyes, and he grabs you, in middressing, and kisses you again. You part your lips for a bit, then pull back. When your shirt is on and his pants are buttoned, you both step out. After the next pair go into the closet, he pulls you to him. �Will, will you be mine, ______?� He asks, and you nod slowly, giving him a kiss. I watch silently from the corner, a small look of smugness in my eyes. �I love you, Everett.� You say into his mouth midkiss, and he deepens it.



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