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They hadn't meant to do it. It was a stupid excuse, but true. Neither of them was really ready, and neither had ever done that before. They weren't drunk, they weren't sad, they were just together and it had happened. They weren't particularly smart about it, but they weren't exactly regretful, either. Even in the aftermath of everything, they couldn't help but smile shyly when thinking about that night.
"Well, I have been, so would you just get over it? Jesus, Davey, you're driving me a little nuts here." Exasperated, Jack lit a cigarette and took a long drag. He was getting increasingly nervous, and his best friend wasn't helping, for once. Said best friend grabbed the cigarette out of his mouth and snuffed it with his shoe.
"You're going to kill yourself," David snapped. "Besides, you know Sarah hates it. It makes you stink."
"But I'm jittery, and it calms me down, so you just made my hit list." David just rolled his eyes.
"Why exactly are you jittery? You've been going out for a year. Did you just now realize that Sarah has really bad breath and she picks her nose when she thinks no one's looking?"
"Um, ew. But no. I'm jittery because I've never ever been with the same girl for so long, and it just kind of…weirds me out." As soon as he said it, Jack wished he could take that sentence back. David immediately made the shift from Best Friend to Protective Brother.
"What exactly are you saying?"
"I—"
"Are you saying you're going to dump her or something?"
"N—"
"Because that would just be a really shitty thing to do to my sister, you know."
"David, shut up! If you'd just let me talk for once, maybe I could explain what I meant!" David crossed his arms, waiting for Jack to talk, but Jack didn't really have anything to say. He just wanted David to shut up. But now he had to say something.
"It's not a bad weird," he said finally. "It's just a different weird."
"That doesn't make sense." Angry Brother David was slowly softening.
"I just—well, this is probably going to creep you out, Dave, but…I think I might like, love your sister."
"…Uh…"
Jack ducked his head, feeling a blush creep up his face. He hadn't thought about it before, but now he was sure it was true. He'd never loved anyone like that before. Was that what that bubbling feeling in his stomach had been for the past week? He'd been afraid he was developing an ulcer. At not-quite-nineteen.
"Dude, that's sick," David said, back into friend mode.
"Well, you know, I wanted tonight to be all special…" He dropped off with a shrug, hoping she didn't notice him blushing. She did, and it made her blush too.
Sarah was so nice and high off Jack's presence, she didn't even mention the hair she found in her salad, which so did not belong to her. But he saw it anyway, and, in an attempt to be chivalrous, wanted the waiter to bring her another one. Unfortunately, Sarah wasn't really hungry anymore.
To top it off, on the wayhome,Jack's old, beaten down station wagon started sputtering and decided to die.
"So…this night kinda ended up sucking, huh?" Jack wanted to cry. He kind of had this thing where he always wanted things to go right, but they seldom did. There was a word for it, he was sure, but the only thing that came to mind was failure.
"I think it's pretty okay," Sarah half-whispered into his ear, her hand on his thigh.
That was how it had happened. They didn't think much in the way of consequences, just knew that it had felt right, and neither had wanted to stop. So they didn't.
And for a week after, they'd had those stupid lovey smiles on their faces and couldn't get enough of just being together. They didn't even do it again.
However, about a month later, things didn't seem so wonderful.