23. LEECH

"Hey. Welcome back." T smiled before continuing his cake decorating.

I'll give you the rundown: black knee high converse with a pink lace and a black one, FISHNET TIGHTS(??!!), shiny fuchsia hot pants, a black crop top that kept falling down his shoulder with a pink glittery star in the middle. His hair was all big and cemented and he was wearing a fuchsia head-bopper with a glittery star on each wire that had his new age on it.

I was supposed to think he looked ridiculous but he just looked cute. I couldn't stop staring at his legs.

"Is it too much? Are you embarrassed for me?" T smiled without looking up. "Charlie picked it out. It can't be worse than the Hello Kitty outfit from last week, right?" He finally looked up.

"No. Worse." I looked at the ground. I couldn't even form a sentence anymore.

"If only we actually bought that tutu. I'd totally make you wear it." T smirked.

I focused on putting away the groceries while I calmed myself down.

"How's the cake coming along? Did you taste it?" I asked.

"Only a little. Here," T pinched off a bit of cake and pushed it into my mouth. I was getting so nervous now.

"How is it?" He asked.

I nodded. "It's good."

T nodded and continued decorating.

Needless to say I went for a cold shower quickly after.

✪

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you," Everyone sang.

The lights were off and the candles on Timothy's white cake with black frosting were lighting up his face. The house was very full. There were definitely more than twenty people here. Oh well, it was T's birthday. I wasn't going to rat him out.

In fact, the day after Joe had told me about T's birthday I went to the store and bought him a present. I really wanted to give it to him but I was obviously waiting for a quiet moment.

"Make a wish, babe." Fangs said.

"Okay." T smiled and closed his eyes. After a while he opened them again.

"Got it?" Australia asked.

T nodded.

"Time to blow 'em out!"

We all counted to three and T shockingly managed to blow out all sixteen candles in one go. Everyone clapped and cheered.

Guess he was good at blowing.

I turned the music back on and people spread all over the room and in the back and front yard. Some even went upstairs.

I took a beer and looked at the black living room. Everyone here was emo. Most people had black hair and black clothes but there were a few with neon colored hair and a group of girls wearing all pastels!

It was honestly kinda fascinating.

I felt a punch on my arm.

"Hey!" I growled as I turned around. "Oh. Hey, Allie."

"Yo." She laughed. "What a great party. This might just be Timothy's best birthday ever. And don't think I haven't heard it's because of you."

"Me?'

"The cake, the decoration, groceries..."

"Oh, that! Joe made me do all that stuff!"

"So you say, Josh." Allie smirked.

I rolled my eyes and peered at Timothy. He was talking to a bunch of people. I'd never seen him socialize so much.

Allie laughed. "You're like a big brother, watching him like a hawk."

"I'm just babysitting." I stared at the floor.

Allie grabbed my arm. "You're a good guy." She gave my arm a squeeze. "WOW! You're like steel!"

I laughed. "Is that shocking to you? Look at me." I shrugged.

Allie rolled her eyes but she kept smiling. She shook her head. "Do you want another drink?"

"Sure."

"Alright. I'll be right back." Allie disappeared into the crowd of emos.

I checked on Timothy again and he was on the couch. And so was his boyfriend. They were making out. It was fucking disgusting. It wasn't even like normal. T's legs were draped over his boyfriend's and while they were sucking face, Fangs was feeling up his thighs. It made me so freaking angry. I wanted to go over there and throw Charlie out of the window. He was saying something to him and smiling big, showing all his vampire teeth. It was like a horror image. Leech.

Maybe I should rat Timothy out. If I call his dad this shit show will be over.

I groaned. I couldn't do that to Timothy. He was finally happy.

Allie soon returned with two beers and we talked and laughed for a big portion of the night.

I stopped laughing when I saw T leave the living room with Charlie. They were going upstairs and I knew what they were going to do and I couldn't do a single thing to stop it.

I sat on the couch feeling miserable and nauseous. I imagined them together in Timothy's bed. It only made me feel worse but I couldn't help it. They were together and I was here feeling lousy. I didn't know anyone but Allie and she was busy now.

An hour later Timothy and Charlie appeared again. T went to talk to someone and Charlie went off into the crowd.

Maybe I could give him my present now. It sure would cheer me up.

I got up and wanted to call his name when two guys from school blocked the way.

"Josh the jock? At this party? What the hell are you doing here?"

I sighed. "I got invited by some chick that wanted to bang. Had no idea that loser lived here." I said.

"Ah, he's looking to get laid." One of them concluded.

"Yep. Why are you guys here?" I asked as if I cared.

"Free beer. But it's too many weirdos here. We're about to leave."

I talked to them for another five minutes before I was finally able to ditch them.

I looked around for Timothy and found him alone, by the door.

"T!" I said as I came up to him. He didn't hear me. "T!" I repeated.

He looked up at me. "Oh, hey Josh!" He smiled cheerfully.

I was already feeling better.

"Do you like your party?"

"Come again?" T leaned in. I grabbed his shoulder and spoke into his ear. "I said, do you like your party?"

"Oh!" T giggled. "Yeah! It's so fun! I'm having a blast!"

"Good!" I chuckled.

"Wow! You're smiling!" Timothy said awe-struck. He wasn't even being sarcastic which was pretty much a dead giveaway that he was drunk.

"How much did you have?" I took T's beer from his hand and put it aside.

"Um.." T's eyes goggled everywhere. Then he looked at me again. "I don't know!" He seemed a little scared.

I laughed. "It's okay. You'll be fine."

"Really?!" He took a step closer and grabbed my shirt.

Oh God, I'm gonna have a hard-on in fucking public. I wonder if people could see with these pants.

"What?" T asked, capturing my attention again.

I sighed. "Nothing."

My gift burned inside my pocket. I wanted to give it so bad but I wanted him to react when he was sober. I sighed.

"Why so sad?" T looked concerned as he stroked my cheek.

"You shouldn't do that."

"Why not?" Timothy pouted.

I grabbed his chin.

"Because I'm gonna kiss you!"

Timothy began to smile. "Reaaalllyyy?"

"I'm serious. If you don't stop acting so cute I'm gonna-" I shook my head.

T leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm not scared of you, Josh." He smiled.

"Oh no?" I took a step closer.

T shook his head and giggled. "No."

I grabbed his chin again and this time I kissed him. On the lips.

It was very short. Maybe more like a peck. Well, maybe more of a lip-lock. T's lips were soft and they tasted sweet.

He looked very surprised when I pulled away. But probably not as surprised as me.

What the fuck. What the fuck, I just kissed a dude! I looked around to see if anyone saw me. Gladly no one was staring.

"There's my man!" Charlie swooped in and lifted Timothy up in his arms. T only glanced at me for a short moment. They disappeared outside.

All the while I just stood there, my heart pounding.

I kissed a guy.