Straight Boys - Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Zachary leaned almost all of his body into mine, causing me to stumble back in surprise from not only how heavy he was, but also because he had his lips attached to mine. He was kissing me! His chest stuck to mine like glue, and our hips clashed together like glasses clinking in a toast. I grunted out in a mixture of both frantic shock and... mild pleasure. He grabbed at my cheeks, gripping his fingers all the way down to my jawline and into my hair, running his prints into my skull for safe keeping. All the while, I had no clue what to do. I stood frozen in place, with my hands slightly raised at my sides, unsure of what the Hell I should have been doing.
Unlike the first kiss we had minutes ago, where it was short and to the point and I barely lived it, this kiss, oh this fucking kiss. This kiss was long, drawn out, and unrestrained. Zachary's lips practical devoured mine with so much need and hunger, as if I was his last meal before his death sentence. He clung on harder to my face, to the point where his hands started slipping in all different directs. One was going up, up to angle my head so that he could have better access to my lips, and the other was gliding down, below my ribs to pull me impossibly closer.
It was like he was willing me to kiss him back. He wanted me to kiss him back.
I wanted to kiss him back.
The last straw that broke the barrel, and had me pushing Zachary up against the side of the house - where a fuckton of toilet paper was draped - so he wasn't using my body for support, that made me tie my hands into his wavy hair and kiss him back with just as much force and passion and with heavy anger, was when he was about to pull away. When the feeling of his lips weakened against mine, I knew I had to act fast. So I finally responded back. I poured all my emotions from the past few days into that kiss.
I fucking kissed Zachary Rogers.
He groaned against my fast moving lips, using his mouth to push open my mouth wider. Then, our tongues were dancing to a beat that only we could hear, battling each other to the tapping of war drums. Maybe it was the beat of our hearts pumping electric blood through our veins. My heart was beating its way through my chest cavity wanting the kiss to never end. Our lips moved together in sinc, burning with an intense fire I had never felt with any girl I'd been with so far.
The kiss was sloppy, animalistic and lacking in precision, but that was okay. It may have been because I was not completely sober, and Zachary was wasted to oblivion, but that was okay.
It felt so amazing.
It felt right.
But it had to come to an end. We needed to take a breath. I needed to take a breath, specifically because I suddenly remembered that I had just been fighting with him not even two minutes ago. I was supposed to be furious with him, yet it was like all the emotions I had been feeling towards him were sucked out of my body by his lips. I was left speechless, but not defenceless. With just a kiss, I was done. But this wasn't just any kiss; it a kiss with Zachary.
I wasn't ready. I wasn't fucking ready!
I wanted more, but fuck, not right then. I wasn't ready.
I sharply inhaled, roughly pushing against Zachary's shoulders to detach ourselves. I took two giant steps back away from him, putting some much needed space between us as I stood there, trying to process what I just did. What we had just done. I kept my eyes focused on him, making sure his drunken self wouldn't try to kiss me again.
I fucking kissed Zachary Rogers!
Zachary looked fucked up, though, as I kept staring at him. He was really drunk. He was so drunk, he could barely hold himself up right, or open his eyes fully, or do much of anything besides lick his lips and grin like a stupid idiot. I narrowed my eyes.
"Why the fuck did you just kiss me?"
The dumbfounded drunk before me perked up at my tone of voice. "Because you kept yelling at me for no reason. That's why." He was trying to sound intimidating, emphasis on the word trying. The combination of his slurring words and dreamy look wasn't helping his angry stance. If anything, it was doing wonders to my feelings, lowering them down to a cooler temperature. I just couldn't stay mad at him when he looked like he did. I couldn't freak out about a kiss that he couldn't really control because of how totally gone he was. He probably wouldn't even remember it in the morning.
I sighed, calming myself down further. We needed to talk, and the only way it seemed like that could happen was if I wasn't so quick to start yelling, or start judging. I needed to sedate my anger for now and at least get his side of the story.
"I'm sorry I was yelling. But why did you kiss me?" I had to know. Drunk or not, he still put his lips on mine.
Zachary smirked lazily, slowly bringing his left hand up to run his thumb across my bottom lip before replying with a secret I could sense behind his words, "Because you're a cool guy. And I don't want to lose you. But the only way I could show that was by kissing you. You wouldn't let me talk. They do it in all the movies, right? When friends won't let other friends talk, they kiss."
I shook my head in disbelief. "That's not how that works, Zach. That's not how any of this works." That was one thing about friendships that I was sure wasn't supposed to happen. Friends don't kiss each other. Especially not on the lips, and when one of the friend has been a douchebag for more than a long time now. "I don't know where you got such a stupid idea from?" Zachary just cocked his head in confusion, like he didn't understand the words that were coming out of my mouth.
"But. . ."
I held my hand up to stop him right there. "Look," and with ambivalence, I stepped back towards him, "you're obviously not in the right state of mind at the moment. Let me just... let me take you home. We'll talk about this when you're sober and can actually stand up straight by yourself." He only nodded gently. With that, I looped my arm around Zachary's shoulders to steady his walking, but he seemed to have other ideas.
With a strength I had no idea a wasted ass teenager could possess, I was shoved into a crouching position as the six foot tall football player messily crawled onto my back. "What the fuck, Zachary! What the hell are you doing?"
"I don't wanna walk. Carry me, please." I growled in frustration, but complied none the less.
Zachary was an impulsive drunk with no regards for others around him, that was for sure.
Shakily standing back up, I started trudging to my car. Most of the people socializing in the front yard hadn't taken notice of us, which in my opinion was good, but then a loud protest hit my ears with a painful struck. "No! Andrew! Where are you going?" It was Mandy. Trailing behind her was Taylor, in all her demonic glory - literally she was dressed as a demon - and what looked to be Haley McDonald... dressed as a sexy nurse. How ironic considering she had gotten new lip fillers again. I stopped in my tracks, hiking Zachary further up when he started slipping. He was kind of heavy.
"Uh. . ." I didn't know what I should have told the three girls strutting towards the two of us. Fuck! One of the girl's boyfriend had just kissed me! I was at a loss for words. But then, like he hadn't just been trying to tickle my ear with his fingers, Zachary lifted his head up off of my shoulder and speeded his way through a jumble of words. "I'm sorry, Taylor, but I don't think your parents want to see me pissed out of my head, 'cause, you know they hate me enough as is, so Andy is taking me home to save us the trouble. Such a good guy." Taylor scoffed in time with Zachary's content sigh against the back of my neck.
"They don't hate you Zach. Let me just... I'll take you home. Your dad doesn't even know Drew." I cringed at the nickname Drew, but hid it as best as I could from the girls in front of me.
"I's'alright. Andy and I have to talk about stuff." I tightened my hold around the underside of his knees, afraid he'd give away what we'd just done.
Oh man, I was so fucking screwed.
But surprisingly, as well as being impulsive, Zachary was still so secretive with his words and expressions. How does he do it?
Taylor looked between the two of us, but gave up with a furrow of her eyebrows and a crossed look drawn into her features. As for the other two girls, Mandy and Haley both stepped towards the two of us.
"Since when did Zachary start calling you Andy?"
"You should stay a while longer. I heard from Gretchen that there was a game of spin the bottle and I wanted to play with you!"
They had both said something at the same time, but I couldn't keep up well enough. "W-wha - um what are... I can't stay. I have to get going." Before anyone else could stop us, I practically treaded the grassy lawn. Subconsciously, I was afraid someone had seen what Zachary and I had done; but no one could have. We were in a secluded area. I didn't want to stay to see if anyone really had seen us, though, so I made a break for it out of there.
Never had I been so scared after kissing someone. This was different though. Of course this was different. I kissed a boy! People knew me for taking girls out, not boys. So imagine what people would think if they saw, or even found out about Zachary and I's kiss.
I frowned at the thought, pulling out my keys to unlock my car. Even from the long distance away from the house, I could still feel the eyes of the girls on me; but when I turned around, I only saw Taylor staring at us, specifically Zachary. She looked like she knew something.
My frown deepened, influencing me to get on with putting the dead weight on my back in the car. At first Zachary held onto me tighter when I tried to set him in the seat, stabbing his fingernails into my collarbones and tipping the both of us forward. "Oh, Fuck, stop it! I'm not dropping you! Stop screaming in my ear! You're not a siren." After much coercing on my part, Zachary finally made himself comfortable in the passenger seat. He leaned the seat all the way back and curled his legs close together like a baby. I glared at him for a moment, but the slip of my lips in a not so negative set up made me look away.
I got in the van, feeling a lot more sober than before I even got to the party. Taking a breath, I put the key into the ignition and let the vehicle roar to life, much like my senses did when Zachary and I kisse - oh God damnit, stop thinking about the kiss!
After starting the car - and mentally slapping myself to focus on the road and not the boy next to me mumbling about his camp experiences - I drove to the idiot's house, starting the process of getting his ass out of the car this time. It was much more difficult.
"Dude. I'm sleeping in your car. Deal with it."
"No. You're not. You're sleeping in your bed like a normal person who doesn't want to wake up with back pains to go with their hangover."
And our conversation went on much like that, until I finally just ended up pulling his limp body from the seat. I had to unbuckle his seat belt for him and everything, and I don't want to mention the shit I was feeling buzzing through my stomach from leaning over his chest.
I was still confused and we were still fighting, so I couldn't think about that.
The walk up the steps of his house and to the door were grueling, but I managed. It was finding his key that had me begging for mercy from the Gods above; also Zachary. "Please just tell me where your house key is? Do you own one? Where's your dad?"
The drunk leaning against a pillar shrugged. "I'm not telling you in case you decide to come to my house at one in the morning again!" This time doesn't count if I'm taking him home! "No I don't own my own house key. Only chumps own their own house key. And my dad isn't home. He's staying up in Michigan for a few days." I made a 'what the fuck' face at him. Then I groaned because I realized that meant we had no way of getting his ass in his house, which then meant he had to stay with me. Again.
I was not prepared for this.
So then I had to drag Zachary back to the car, start the process of getting him in the seat all over again, and repeat it at my house. What a hell of a night. It was the highlight of my teenage years having Zachary Rogers screaming about comfortable car seats and trying to run out of my arms with a new idea to do some stupid venture.
We were climbing the stairs to my room when I remembered my dad was home. "Shit."
"Where?" Zachary started angling his body in weird ways trying to find the supposed poop. I blankly stared at him, gripping him closer to me to get him to calm down and stop spazzing all over the place, almost knocking us down the stairs. I was so done. "Zachary, there's no actual shit anywhere. My dad is home, so I'm gonna need you to be quieter." Zachary widened his eyes and nodded like a kid who had just learned a cool secret. I sighed for about the millionth time, starting to remember why I hated the guy in the first place.
But then we got to my room and I started liking him again.
"I've always liked your little stars, Andy. So adorable that a high school boy's room looks like a little seven year old's." I had pushed Zachary into my room and that was the first thing that came out of his mouth. Lightly shutting the door, so as to not wake my dad up anymore than he probably already was, I made for the closet. Behind me, Zachary flopped onto my bed, tunneling deep into the fluff of my blanket, and he kept going on and on about all the space junk around my room. I kept quiet, listening to his slurring words and tired voice, too caught up in the thread of words he was knitting through me. I didn't say a single word. I only wrapped my arms around the old, Spiderman comforter folded in the corner of my closet and a spare pillow for when my cousins stay over.
My house was averaged sized, with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room and kitchen-dining room combo. We didn't have a spare bedroom, only my parents', mine and Lola's. I wasn't about to share a bed with someone I had just kissed because, honestly, I was too chicken, and too gentlemanly to move him. He was a guest after all; and Lola's room was way too girlish for my taste, her bed showcasing a lace curtain around the four posters. Her bed was also way too short for my almost-six-foot frame. I could have slept on the couch, but then if my dad woke up, came downstairs and saw me, he would be very confused and suspicious.
I never really invited people over, nor did my dad probably want me to at a time like this. Zachary was lucky my dad didn't come home the last time he was over - uninvited at that.
So, I dropped the pillow on the ground just beside my bed, unfolded the absurdly oversized comforter below it, laid down on the blanket and wrapped myself up like a burrito. I still kept quiet, earnestly listening to the slowing words flowing from Zachary's fatigued lips. "Why are there so many solar system models around your room and NASA fan art?" I sighed, putting my hand behind my head in thought. Should I tell him?
I told him despite my reluctance. "I've wanted to be an astronaut ever since I was little." The bed dipped and creaked under Zachary's shifting weight. Then, suddenly, his head was hanging over the side so his eyes could stare down at me in laughter. "You want to be an astronaut?!"
He was laughing, but deep in the pits of his eyes, behind the joking, I could actually see seriousness and maybe even admiration hiding behind his pupils. I smirked up at him. "Yeah, didn't you at one point?" The boy above me snorted and leaned back on the bed. "Yeah, but I grew out of that by the time I was like nine."
"I could never."
It was silent for a moment. The only thing I could faintly hear was Zachary's turning body, tussling the blanket he was under, and my beating heart in my ears. In the next few moments, my cheeks felt warm with embarrassment at what my mouth was blurting out even through my inner conflicts. "The thought of floating, without the weight of gravity holding me down, through a universe of beautiful blankness and stardust, a universe that could instantly shatter my lungs if I breathed in the organized disarray just seems so... eerily exciting." I was glad that the only source of light was the teddy bear night light Lola had insisted I used. I don't think I could have taken Zachary actually getting a front row seat to a clear picture of my emotional expressions. It was also a good thing that I was on the ground, and he was three feet above on my bed.
I was going to have major back pains in the morning.
Ha! Too bad for Zachary because he's going to be throwing up his liver and have a headache.
"I couldn't think like that." Zachary's deep baritone drawl drew me from my dreamy mind. I glanced at the bed, imagining him rubbing his jaw through the box spring. "Space is just creepy. What isn't creepy is being a counselor, helping troubled teens with... with situations you're in." I raised my eyebrows.
"You're in Mr. Craig's psychology class?"
"Yeah, second period."
I had Mr. Craig later in the day, so of course I did not know that. I was actually surprised at the fact that Zachary wanted to be a counselor for young people like him and me. I always thought that he would have wanted to be a Pro Footballer, or like he would end up working at McDonald's into his late forties. Never in a million years would I have guessed such a thing.
I smiled. "You're more of a nerd than I am. God, do your rich and snooty friends know about your career choice?"
"Yeah. Dude, Gretchen Yondi is in that class." I scoffed.
"She told me at the end of Junior year that she signed up for that class just because I was gonna be in it." I paused, smirking funnily. "Too bad she didn't make it into the same class as me."
Zachary laughed, and it was full of whiskey flavored jokes and sleepy nonsense. The sound made my lips tingle. I wanted to kiss him again.
But I couldn't. We had yet to talk about the last kiss we had; not to mention I was still trying to figure out why I liked the thought of Zachary Rogers grabbing ahold of my face and smacking our lips together. Besides, it was too late at night to talk about it. We both were waning in consciousness. At some point we started babbling about nonsense, we were both so far gone.
"One fish, two fish -"
"- Red fish, blue fish."
Until Zachary's drunkenness finally dragged him down under and into the sea of sleep, leaving me to trace constellations into the ceiling with my glow in the dark stars. Only I would remember this in the morning.
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I wrote this author's note before I actually started the chapter because I WAS JUST SO EXCITED!
I inspired myself even more with another aesthetic way above of Zachary this time.
And, I'm being very nice :)))
A lot of you requested both so I'm giving you both. Andrew's POV and Zach's! What a combo!
Zach's will be out soon, don't worry. I'm like... on a writing binge right now. I'm just so fucking hyped. Like you dont know. I could be standing in my room, roundhouse kicking the air to death right now.
... well no I dont know how to do anything with my muscles.
If anything, I'd just be giggling... unattractively... in a ball under my covers... ssshhhh.
But as a tradition now, quick question (because I like those) Do you guys want to make fanart for Straights Boys? I'd totally accept anything. Banners. Covers. Drawings. Aesthetics. If you want to make it, I'll give you credit and showcase them at the end of each chapter.
Just send them to my email > ToManyPeople03@gmail and the subject can be anything with straight in it cx just make sure to put your wattpad username somewhere. Also if ya'll don't want to that's fine. Just a suggestion.
Anyway, VOTE and COMMENT and be the best you can be and eat all your veggies and sleep well and be happy! I care, I really do. :)
So that's why I'm deciding to not edit this first draft of Straight Boys, leaving its imperfections and mistakes. All of it because when I update each chapter, parts of the comments disappear that were on some paragraphs that were fixed. I love your comments so I'm being selfish. Sorry not sorry.
Questions:
How was their second kiss? Better than the first? Could have been better?
What do you think about Zach being drunk?
Do you think Zach will even remember the kiss?
How about their little conversation in Andrew's bedroom?
And thoughts on Andrew's reaction?
Heheheheh what a time to be alive. See you soon, lovelies.