Spin the Bottle
Challenge Name: Your POV
Title: Spin the Bottle
Rating: Um... PG-13 for kissing and cursing and drinking?
Word Count (optional): 375
Author's Notes (optional): It feels WEIRD to post after not posting for so long. Anyways. Cian is pronounced "key-in", and the MC's name is Siothrún (pronounced Shah-rune). I'm sort of on a Gaelic name kick... they're just so cute.
So, you go to this party, right? I mean, there’s nothing better to do that day, and after the slow first day of school, you could use something interesting. It’s just a party, not like you hadn’t been to those before. Not like you hadn’t been shit-faced drunk before. Not like you couldn’t deal with a hangover at school.
But things are different, you know this when you see Cian there. Cian is a good student, you don’t think he’s ever been to a party before… and you know he’s smarter than probably anyone in the entire school.
Nice, but definitely worlds smarter than you, and only nice in the way of being nothing more than polite.
And there he is, with a beer in his hand, laughing awkwardly with everyone else. You just think it’s weird, and definitely, this is going to be a different sort of experience.
However, you weren’t expecting something like getting him in a game of “spin the bottle”. Most certainly not.
You look around at everyone else-they didn’t really expect you to kiss another guy, right? No way!-and after a silence everyone starts shouting encouragements, saying that you can’t back out. That it’s the rules. That it doesn’t mean anything.
And he just smiles, and shrugs, and leans over with an apologetic smile, and you meet his lips and… and, wow, you were not expecting them to be so soft and gentle. What, did he use chapstick or something? You weren’t expecting the way his tongue met and tangled with yours to be so… so… and the way he played with your tongue ring was just… you weren’t… weren’t…
Finally, he pulls away with that same apologetic look and everyone laughs and pats you on the back and says you were brave or something but you aren’t really paying attention because that was probably the most disconcerting experience of your entire life.
It doesn’t mean you’re gay, right? I mean, you’ve kissed girls before… you like girls. You don’t like guys in any way, right? You aren’t “bi” or whatever. Or gay. Not gay.
Right?
You spend the rest of the night avoiding Cian and getting as shit-faced as possible, not caring about school tomorrow or anything.
Title: Spin the Bottle
Rating: Um... PG-13 for kissing and cursing and drinking?
Word Count (optional): 375
Author's Notes (optional): It feels WEIRD to post after not posting for so long. Anyways. Cian is pronounced "key-in", and the MC's name is Siothrún (pronounced Shah-rune). I'm sort of on a Gaelic name kick... they're just so cute.
So, you go to this party, right? I mean, there’s nothing better to do that day, and after the slow first day of school, you could use something interesting. It’s just a party, not like you hadn’t been to those before. Not like you hadn’t been shit-faced drunk before. Not like you couldn’t deal with a hangover at school.
But things are different, you know this when you see Cian there. Cian is a good student, you don’t think he’s ever been to a party before… and you know he’s smarter than probably anyone in the entire school.
Nice, but definitely worlds smarter than you, and only nice in the way of being nothing more than polite.
And there he is, with a beer in his hand, laughing awkwardly with everyone else. You just think it’s weird, and definitely, this is going to be a different sort of experience.
However, you weren’t expecting something like getting him in a game of “spin the bottle”. Most certainly not.
You look around at everyone else-they didn’t really expect you to kiss another guy, right? No way!-and after a silence everyone starts shouting encouragements, saying that you can’t back out. That it’s the rules. That it doesn’t mean anything.
And he just smiles, and shrugs, and leans over with an apologetic smile, and you meet his lips and… and, wow, you were not expecting them to be so soft and gentle. What, did he use chapstick or something? You weren’t expecting the way his tongue met and tangled with yours to be so… so… and the way he played with your tongue ring was just… you weren’t… weren’t…
Finally, he pulls away with that same apologetic look and everyone laughs and pats you on the back and says you were brave or something but you aren’t really paying attention because that was probably the most disconcerting experience of your entire life.
It doesn’t mean you’re gay, right? I mean, you’ve kissed girls before… you like girls. You don’t like guys in any way, right? You aren’t “bi” or whatever. Or gay. Not gay.
Right?
You spend the rest of the night avoiding Cian and getting as shit-faced as possible, not caring about school tomorrow or anything.