I Like You

There we were, high as can be sprawled out on my couch. You couldn’t tell where one body ended and one body started. No, we didn’t have sex but believe me if we did I doubt we would remember. I don’t even really recall why we got high in the first place. I think…it was because we just wanted to experience it. Yeah, that’s it. Two sophomores in high school and we had never gotten high, not once. We had planned it for a while anyways, so it just wasn’t an on a whim thing. My parents were away for the weekend on some business trip so I could invite whoever I wanted over.

Brandon and I aren’t friends really. To be honest I only had him in a few of my classes at school. Sure we talk occasionally, but I wouldn’t say that I hang out with him after school. I would say that he’s moreover the guy I like to joke with at school. We’ve been told we should be a comedic duo with the way we bash each other. If I remember correctly friends are supposed to build each other up, not tear each other down; although, we both swear it’s joking.

So here we are, just lying on my couch oblivious to the world around us. Brandon spoke suddenly, “Ash…Ashley.”

Tilting my head to the side I saw Brandon lying next to me. Blinking my eyes I attempted to get him in my line of vision. “Yeah, Brandon?”

Throwing his arm out to the side and waving it, he shook his hand and said, “Never mind.”

“C’mon, tell me.” I replied, dragging out my words.

Brandon shook his head again, and buried his face in a couch pillow. “No, I refuse to make myself look stupid.”

Scoffing a little I said, “We’re both high for the first time in our…uhh..lives? Wait, that doesn’t sound right. I don’t have lives, I are not a kitty cat!” I proclaimed.

“I think maybe…it would be lifes?”

Shoving Brandon a little I mumbled, “No that’s in video games.”

Brandon fell off the couch dragging me to the floor with him. “Hmm…”

“Hmmm what?”

“I guess I will tell you.”

“Tell me whaaaaaat?” I asked like a child.

“Ashley, I like you.”

I started laughing uncontrollably when Brandon said that. “You like me? Yeah, okay, like that’s believable. We joke each other every day and we barely speak. How can you like me when you barely know me?”

“No, no, no, I really do like you.” Brandon attempted to sound serious and that’s what cracked me up even more. His voice was long and drawn out but you could hear it all being spoke in slow motion almost.

“Prove it.” I said.

“That I like you?”

Still being able to be sarcastic I said, “No idiot, that you hate me.”

Brandon’s eyes widened, I don’t think he got that I was being sar…sar…that word. “I don’t hate you, I couldn’t hate you. Me hate Ashley? NOOOOO, never.”

Sighing I said, “Prove that you like me.”

“Alrighty, simple enough for me.” Rolling us over with quite ease, Brandon pinned me on the floor. “Don’t freak…”

“Freak about wha-?” Strong arms enveloped me, and awkwardly Brandon pressed his lips to mine. My hand went up and ran through his hair, and I kissed him back. Pulling apart I looked down and mumbled, “Oh…that.”

“Was it bad?”

Pulling Brandon back down and kissing him once more, I said, “No, it wasn’t bad, but haven’t you heard the saying…uhhh what was it? Practice…practice…”

Two voices could be distinctly heard from my doorway, “Practice makes perfect, though in you guys’ cases it make not.”

Brandon and I pulled apart. There were my parents; I guess they left early from their meeting… “Hey Mom, hey Dad.”

My mom spoke while sniffing the air, “Is that pot I smell? Ashley Marie you better explain yourself this instant.”

I found a rather interesting spot to look at on the ceiling while I replied, “Well…we smoked some…It’s all gone though.”

Dad spoke in a surprisingly calm voice, “And you’ll suffer the consequences when you realize how much you reek.”

“Is that all?” I asked. Thank God it wasn’t more.

Mom sighed and said, “I guess, I mean afterall we all make mistakes. Just go to your room. You, boy, just go home.”

Brandon stood up and took wary steps out of the door. “Bye Ashley, see you later.”

“Later.” I began the silent trek to my room. Nothing was worse than knowing my parents were mad at me, nothing. I collapsed on my bed and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up to my phone buzzing with a new text. Opening it I saw it was from Brandon. “Meet the park. 1 hour from now.”

I texted back an, “Gotcha. See ya in a bit.”

Sniffing the air I smelled a god awful smell. “Ugh, is that me?” Sniffing my shirt, I held my nose. “Yes, yes it is…”

I took a quick shower trying to wash off that smell and if possible my mistake. I got dressed and went downstairs. My parents were there reading the newspaper and watching TV. “Mom, Dad, I’m going to the park. Is that okay?”

They nodded, but simultaneously said, “Be back before curfew.”

I walked outside and continued my ‘journey’ to the park. When I got there I immediately recognized Brandon. He was of course, the only ‘big kid.’ “Hey Brandon. Sup?”

“Do you remember anything at all from yesterday?”

Nodding my head I said, “Yeah, I remember a lot actually.”

Smirking, Brandon kissed me gently and pulled away. “Do you remember that?”

I smiled. “As a matter of fact I do.”

We walked hand in hand toward the swings when Brandon said, “Ash…Ashley.”

“What?”

“I like you.”

I laughed and said, “I know, but the one thing I’m curious to know is why it took both of us getting high to realize it?”

Brandon picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, running to beat the little kids. “I dunno. People do things while they’re high. At least we can say that at least once during our high school career is that we got high.”

He set me down on the swing and started pushing me. “Hey Brandon.”

“Yeah?”

Soaring in the air, gradually getting higher and higher I yelled, “I LIKE YOU TOO!”

A/N: I don't exactly know how this came to mind. :'( Pity I can't remember anything; don't worry though, I'm not high. LOL Reviews are love! 3