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Work passed by quickly. It was easy-going. The night was slow. She was itching to get out of there. She felt the urge to go out into the warm, sticky night and be able to stay out, and not have to be recalled by the annoying beep of the fryers or the bun warmer, or anything, for fuck's sake, because god knows there are a million things at A&W that will give off their whining, trilling, blaring beep at any moment, calling for you, press my button! press my button! And finally, about twenty-one minutes after midnight, she pressed verify blah-de-blah for the last time and was done!
She made sure everything was turned off, and locked, although nothing would get rid of the anxious something's-gonna-set-fire thought trolling around the back of her mind. She turned off the monitor - to conserve energy, set the alarm, locked the door, and headed out.
Evan was standing by his white Volvo station wagon, his brow furrowed and a cigarette in his hands. She glanced at him, and hurried towards the car, feeling like a bird flying away from its cage. It was quiet in the parking lot. Artificial light shone down from all sorts of origins, but didn't really do much to illuminate the darkness. They ended up sitting on the curb, talking about anything and nothing. She got out her camera and played around with her favourite new function, the continuous shot, turned it on Evan, and annoyed the heck out of him. She got a couple of good pictures anyway. She constantly thought about kissing him. Although she didn't really know when, she knew it would happen.
After a little while of batting away mosquitoes, they decided to head to her house to pick up her PTs. They drove over, listening to some annoying Rihanna song that Evan liked, and arrived in about two seconds. Not really though.
"Where should we sit? Is there a good place to sit?"
"I dunno, we can sit on my steps if you'd like."
She unlocked the door and bounded up the stairs with a quick greeting to her mother, who was planted on the couch watching Joy Behar, as always at this time of night. Actually Joy had probably been on earlier.
Katie went pee, then went to her room and lifted the top of her red stool off. She fished around for some PTs and found some whole, some broken. Taking the lot, she shoved them in her sweater pocket, which probably didn't help matters, and went back downstairs. Although it was hot she felt she needed to protect her arms from those stupid fucking mosquitoes, who seeemed to have no respect for anybody's personal space.
She went outside and sat with Evan. They talked for a while.. It was really quite nice how conversation came so easily to them. Or perhaps it was the moment that did it. Time. Katie mentioned how there are so many ways to hurt someone, and, in comparison, so little ways to give someone pleasure. People seemed to like giving pain for than pleasure. Perhaps it was easier. Katie noticed how Evan kept hitting her - playfully, of course - and mentioned how they could be hugging or kissing instead of hitting each other.
But, "it makes you laugh," giggled Evan. And he was right. Katie licked her finger and wiped it on his face. He didn't really laugh.
"That's just kinda weird."
They played around. Talked. Evan laid down on her (which boys had a habit of doing, apparently) and she accidentally dumped her broken prime times in his mouth. For a split second she saw them there, in the darkness, sticking out of his mouth like black licorice, and then the next second he'd rolled to his side and was spitting tobacco crumbs onto the ground, gagging and huffing and coughing.
And Katie was laughing, in fact the laughter burst out of her like the prime times burst out of Evan's mouth.
After a considerable amount of hacking and spitting, Evan turned to her and said, "That wasn't funny."
Katie apologized, and giggled, and recalled the similar incident of salt-in-orange-float, and giggled, and recalled the also similar incident of ketchup-in-iced-tea, and giggled, and explained to Evan that since she was cute she could get away with stuff like that.
"Yes, one of the benefits of being female," he agreed.
Eventually it became two o'clock. Two-oh-two, actually. Evan would need to be AT WORK, WORKING, in seven hours. They also began to feel a light dusting of rain, barely noticeable, but there. Evan figured it'd be a good time to leave.
Suddenly he was very close.
And then Katie pulled his face to hers and they were kissing.
And she felt his lips, they were soft, and his tongue, it was soft.. She touched his back, felt him, and he felt her, and she wanted to be closer to him so she moved closer, and eventually he was on top of her, and they were kissing, and she felt him pressing against her.
And then she began to smile.
And he was smiling, but still kissing.
But she was just smiling.
One of the things they'd talked about was teasing, and how it was FUN, but it also sucked when you weren't the teaser.
She smiled, and held him, and said he should probably go, seeing as he had to be at work, working, in less than seven hours.
He agreed, and realized he'd been tricked, and walked off with the feeling of her on his mind, and the feeling of sleep on his eyes.
Later, when she went upstairs, she hoped he wasn't the kind to kiss and tell, and decided that their touching again depended on who he told about that night. She was a private person, and felt that her intimacy with someone was a private thing to be shared between them and them only.
She texted him, too: ":)"
"Lol you did that on purpose!!"
"Maybe. xP"
"Haha you're soo funny. Oh well at least now maybe I'll sleep with good dreams."
"I thought so. Sweet dreams, Evan. =D"
"Lol goodnight you little teaser."
She laughed at that last one. And thought about him. Wondered if maybe she'd teased herself. Pfft, nah. She pondered it more and decided she was a kitty playing with a mouse. =^^= Meooww!