Teenage Kicks

"Babe, your parents are going away! You HAVE to have a party. That's like the religion here." "I dunno, I don't want the house trashed." "It won't be... and the guys will make sure nothing bad happens." "Excuse me? When did I agree to that?" " , do you want a bloody party or not?" "Yeah!" "Then shut up and work with me here." "Oh, right, yeah. Sorry. , seriously honey, we'll stop them trashing the place." He stood up and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "If anything get's broken, I'll pay for it myself." "Yeah, damn right you will!" "Does that mean it's on?" "Yeah, i guess." "YES! Thank you, I love you. You know, if you weren't...well, you...I would kiss you right now." "Yeah, really, , don't bother. It's cool." "I'm gonna go call the guys and let them know...I will try and keep it low key, but you know what I'm like." "Yeah, mouth the size of Britain." "OI!" "I'm joking...jeeze." "Catch you later...places to go, people to do." "ARGH! , we do NOT want to know!" "Jealous!" If only you knew, , just how right you were. That was the point at which I wish I wasn't . I wish I wasn't the girl he'd known for a gazillion years. I wish I was just a girl he saw walking down the street and decided he simply HAD to fuck her.

"Heeeey! How the fuck are you?" "I'd be a hell of a lot better if you weren't so bloody drunk . You've only been here for an hour." "And it's been the best hour of my life. Really!" "Oh lord! I'm out of here...talk to me again when I'm as pissed as you. By which time you'll have passed out." "I won't! I can han...ha...hold my drink!" "Yeah...sure. Keep telling yourself that." "I don't feel too..." " !" "Sorry?" I groaned as I took his hand and led him away from the crowds and out into the fresh air. "You ok?" "Yeah, I think so. I'm really sorry about your carpet." "So much for making sure no-one damages anything, huh?" "Yeah."

We sat there in silence on the grass, just staring at the stars. "Oh, look. A shooting star...quick, make a wish." I wish you'd like me the way i like you...good enough? "What did you wish for?" "I can't tell you or it won't come true." "Did it involve me?" "What makes you say that?" "My wish was about you." "Really?" I sat up, suddenly feeling lightheaded from the alcohol I'd consumed that night. "Yeah...except I don't think it would come true. You don't strike me as that kind of girl." "What kind of girl?" "The kind that would do what I just wished for." "Are you going to tell me what that is?" "No...because then it won't come true."

" ?" "Yeah?" "Do you think we'll still be mates like in five years or whatever?" "Yeah, course we will! What makes you think any different?" "i dunno. I'm just thinking about stuff...it's no big deal." " , tell me. I don't like it when you go into one of your thinking about stuff moods. You end up shutting me out." "I don't mean to. It's just, some things I can't tell you." "Why not?" "I just can't...it's too complicated." "Complicated? Ok, now I'm intrigued. What could you possibly have to say or think about that's so complicated you can't even tell your best mate." "Just stuff." "Like what? I'll tickle..." "No! ! Don't do it!" I giggled and kicked my legs as he pounced on me and started tickling me. "Ow. ! Stop it...I'll tell you, just stop tickling me....I can't breathe." He stopped immediately and looked down at me, breathing hard. "You got over that drinking binge quickly, didn't you?" "Tell me, or I'll tickle you." "No! Don't do that! I...God, I can't believe I'm about to tell you this. There's this guy, and I think he's kinda cute, but it's a bit of an awkward situation. I don't want to tell him in case it screws things up for us." "Oh." "Oh? What's that supposed to mean?" "Nothing. I feel better now, I'm going back in. I need a drink." He walked back into the house, leaving me sitting on the grass alone.

I followed him in not long after and found him sitting on the kitchen worktop with his head in his hands. "You ok?" He sat up sharply, whacking his head on the back of the cooker hood. "I was." "Sorry. Oh, shit, you're bleeding. Here, take that, hold it to the wound." I handed him a tea-towel and went to the freezer to pull out some ice to stop the swelling. I held it to the back of his head, and our hands brushed past each other. I blushed and looked down. "Hey." I looked back up again as he rested his hand on my cheek. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine. Come here." I hugged him, hearing him wince slightly as I moved the ice. "Sorry. Again!" "It's cool." As I pulled back from the hug, everything seemed to slow down, except my heartbeat. I was sure he could hear it thudding away in my chest as he leaned in and brushed his lips over mine. And all in the space of a second, I was in heaven.