Framia: I Think I Know You...
sejak ~NaruIno4eva
I DIDN'T WRITE.ONE OF MY Friends ON DEVIANTART DID.
Frank walked through the crowd of tipsy teens to meet up with Hambone. It was his party, and Hambone had invited nearly everyone at school. Naturally there would be booze, since there were no parents. Frank himself was holding a beer. He didn’t plan on getting totally thrashed though; his mom would figure out pretty damn quickly if he had alcohol in his system, and Pencey Prep had a gig the seterusnya day. Not only would he be grounded, but he didn’t see how one could sing and play gitar whilst hungover.
The two Friends fist banged and clanged bir cans in celebration of Friday. As they took a swig, Frank noticed someone across the room. She was petite, with pale brown hair and shining dark eyes that lit up her porselin skin. She wasn’t drinking. As much as she seemed new and mysterious, she seemed familiar.
“Bro,” Frank nudged Hambone and pointed in the girls general direction. Pointed directly at her would be awkward, “Who’s that girl over there? The one who’s sober. She looks familiar.”
“That’s Jamia Nestor, from fifth period Bible study? anda two sit right seterusnya to each other.”
“We do?”
“Um, yeah.” Hambone raised an eyebrow, “How much bir have anda had?”
“Only this, I swear!”
“Now go talk to her. You’re not even drunk.”
“What the fuck Hambone!”
“I’m saying go talk to her before anda get wasted. Besides, I think something good’s gonna happen if anda do.” Frank thought about it. This Jamia Nestor was pretty, and she seemed nice. A vauge memory of asking her about the book of Job in class played in his brain like a TV with static on the screen. He handed his bir to Hambone and went up to her. A faint rosy blush colored her cheeks when she saw him.
“Hey, I think I know anda from somewhere. anda go to Our Queen of Peace, right?”
“Yeah, I think you’re in my fifth period.”
“That’s where I’ve seen anda before! We sit seterusnya to each other,” he held out his hand, “I’m Frank, sejak the way.”
“I’m Jamia. Nice to meet you.” she took it, their eyes meeting and never straying for even a millisecond. They talked more; not about school stuff, but about their mutual Cinta of Nirvana and Sonic Youth, agreeing that Thurston Moore’s gitar riffs were insane. They managed to go outside, to talk in peace and look at the stars without Hambone and Shaun teasing Frank about girls and shoving him a bir every five seconds.
They were lying seterusnya to each other now, on the rumput of Hambone’s back yard. They held half-full bir bottles in one hand while holding each other’s free hand with the other. A breeze sent slight shivers to them, causing them to huddle closer for warmth. The moon shined and the stars were as bright as Jamia’s eyes. Her lips were flushed from the alcohol.
“I Cinta the night sky,” she mused, “I can’t think of anything lebih beautiful than the stars.” Frank saw a chance coming his way. He felt bold and whispered in her ear.
“I can think of something so beautiful, it puts the stars to shame.”
“What can that be?”
“I’m looking at her...” Frank gently leaned in and just barely brushed his lips against hers.Their lips touched consensually, as did their hands, their waists, their tongues. Before they could get any closer to each other, something hit Frank in the face. It was circular and wrapped in plastic. He turned to find who threw it, and once again found a drunk Hambone and Shaun.
“What the fuck anda two?”
“Use it wisely!” Shaun yelled before they left the two Cinta drunk teenagers be. Frank discarded the condom, throwing it aside and blushing.
“I’m really sorry, Jamia. They’re just being a pair of drunken assholes. They’re normally not as gross as they’re being right now.”
“It’s okay. Most men tend to be immature until they’re forty, at least that’s what my mother told me” Frank laughed, and kissed her blushing cheek. She grabbed his dark head and pulled him in for another round of kisses, the stars dimming slightly as if to give them privacy.