(A/N: School starts Wedensday and my summer reading book has 100 some odd pages left unread, yet I have written three fics in the past two days. Anyways AU and bit OOC. Onward!)

"Air Kisses"

The party scene was never her scene. She usually settled for less than chaotic ways to meet new people but all the same, she was in attendance to what was deemed to be the hottest party on this side of Canada. Ominously, she shrugged her shoulders, knowing that nothing good could possibly come from a parentless house and underage drinking.

It was, after all, a cause for celebration. A graduation party for some half friend that she had known since kindergarten. Jane, something or another, it didn’t matter, the whole school had been invited anyways.

She was a bit of a wallflower, leaning against the wall, afraid to take that first sip of such a vile drink. Sure, she was easily influenced by her peers and when everyone else was walking around with the infamous, red, disposable cup, she had to have one too. Even though she didn't want to know what was held within the plastic cup.

No, she wasn’t stupid, she knew that inside the ruby was foamy beer, it was just that a part of her longed for the innocence of a childhood, and wished that it was kool-aid.

The first sip was merely all foam, which tickled her lips and then dissipated onto her taste buds. The second sip was more of risky, it was a gulp of the brassy liquid, causing her face to contort into pure surprise. The stuff wasn’t half bad, she thought.

She downed the rest of the alcohol in a fashion that would make a frat boy blush, and smiled. The air in the house already seemed a bit lighter, and getting bored of standing, she unbecomingly slouched down the wall, sitting on the floor with her knees up to her chest.

All sorts of people went to parties. In one corner a whole group of preppy girls stood, flipping their hair over the shoulder continuously, opposite them were the stoners, whom leerily eyed the group of girls with waggling brows. In the middle of the room was everyone else, dancing wildly to the season’s greatest hits, which expectantly showcased humps, booties, and sexy backs. She wasn’t much of a righteous feminist, but she could only ingest so much hip-hop before getting feeble and sick

“Hey, Emily.”

He casually sat down next to her, a cursed red cup half empty, or half filled depending on one’s perspective, gripped in his hand. His hair was a sandy color, and was a messy mop atop his head. Loosely, he swung an arm around her shoulders and tipped his head into the crook of her neck.

“Hello, Sam.”

She lightly tapped him on the leg with her hand, and he conspicuously grabbed it in his own, bringing her hand up to his lips and planted a chaste kiss on her knuckles. Emily’s heart sped up a tad bit as his eyes played across her body.

The poor boy, with out a doubt, had drank one too many. His breath smelt of beer and smoke, and at that, Emily shook her head quizzically.

“You smoke?”

She arched her brow at him, turning to face him directly. A playful smirk danced at his lips, and he ran a hand across her cheek, ever so lightly.

“On occasion...”

It was all a bit risqué, as he met his lips with hers. She was hesitant and shocked at first, but before she could think, she gave in and kissed him back with just as much hunger and longing.

“Want to, go upstairs?”

He cocked his head to the side and made a motion with his hands to the forbidden staircase. It was the kind of moment that made thirteen year old girls’ stomach flip as they watched the scene from the plush seat of a movie theater chair.

Caught up in the lust and all things romantic, she nodded her head and followed behind him as he lead her up the stairs and to some anonymous bedroom.

The upstairs was notably cooler then the rooms below that were filled with sweat and the heat of a cliché teenage party. Glancing around the room, Emily assumed this was a guest bedroom, due to the bare walls and the lack furniture besides the night stand and bed. A small window, draped with lacy curtains was situated across from the door and it seemed to carry a smug grin with it laciness, like a crazy, old aunt that knew everything.

Pinning her against the wall with a hand on either side of her, he continued their kiss and the fact that his breath had such a unique taste, wasn’t even registering in her mind. Slowly, his hands skimmed her chest and she sighed, pushing him an arm’s length away.

“Sam, we can’t, do this.”

Emily said, exasperated, moving her hands animatedly. He looked crossly towards her feet before making eye contact with the girl he thought would be easy to conquer.

“And why is that?” His voice was low and husky, causing Emily’s breath to catch in her throat . She fingered a curl around her finger glancing every which way other then to his demanding gaze.

“You and Casey, she’s my friend... sort of.”

Maybe her and Casey weren’t attached at the hip anymore, but they never really were that good of friends. Casey was seemingly perfect and Emily lived in her shadow. So, they just drifted apart, it’s highschool, it happens. Emily didn’t dwell on the it much.

She glanced at Sam out of the corner of her eye to see an amused expression drawn out on his features .

“Casey? What the hell does this have to do with her?”

Emily bit her bottom lip in thought, everything had to do with Casey. She could never act on her feelings for Derek, or befriend Sam in that guy friend way because of Casey’s long list of insecurities.

“You know Casey? Your on again off again girlfriend.”

Emily rolled her eyes and felt tears clogging her throat and the room felt too innocent with it’s white washed walls and rosy pink carpeting. She wished she could stop thinking and just give into him, but she couldn’t, she wasn’t that weak.

He cursed under his breath before speaking audible words, the expression on his face less than loving.

“Me and Casey are over, and right now she probably off somewhere fucking her little heart out with Derek.”

Emily looked taken aback and her mouth gaped open, and he advanced toward her becoming inches from her face.

“Don’t act so oblivious Emily, everyone knows that the sick bitch has been screwing her step brother.”

She casted her gaze to her feet that were clad in the cutest purple flip-flops except, they didn’t seem cute anymore. She felt like someone had just told her a dirty joke and she felt disgusted and nothing made sense anymore.

Sam stared at her, waiting for her to speak and instead she brought her lips to his and slowly kissed him, taking in every inch of skin that she could ingest with her hands and mouth. His hands roamed her body, slipping off her blouse.

He was so intoxicating; his smell, his taste. Emily knew she was giving a bit of herself to him that night, but it didn’t matter because her senses got the best of her.

Kiss me, sweetheart, like they do in the movies.

The groping scent of a bad boy, that makes the good girl swoon and die in the wake of love.

fin

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