It didn't take long in the party to go from speaking with strangers to speaking with friends to speaking with each other. As newlyfound boyfriends, they realized they were way past that stage physically. It wasn't hard to figure out. Of course, the usual relationship goes from dates to kissing to dating to being around each other all the time to making out to. . .well. . .
"Sex," Pluto realized as chills ran down his spine. He remembered Sara as he shook it off. "I mean, are you sure there's nothing we're missing?"
"Well, we were friends, then we kissed, then we made out, then we went on a date, then we started dating, and we've been around each other all but when we fought, which couples also do."
"We could go on more dates, hang out more."
"Are you trying to avoid second base? That's a first."
"Well - " he paused, "Okay, yes, I suppose that's a valid argument. I've been pretty good at scoring second base. In metaphor and in-game."
"Yes, yes. Brag away."
"What? Don't tell me you've never - " Pluto's face turned to shock. "Holy crap, really? You're a virgin? At eighteen?"
"Shush! Not so loud. You know my situation with moving around. I never got into a serious relationship like that."
"Oh, please, seriously?"
"You know that you're my only real friend in eighteen years."
"Only real boyfriend, too, apparently."
"Yeah, well, eighteen isn't so bad."
"Oh yeah?"
"Sure, there's ugly guys with way higher numbers. Or worse, no number."
"Ugh, fourty year old virgins," Pluto paused, "You know, sex isn't all good, either."
"What do you mean?"
"My last girlfriend, Sara, kept poking holes in my condoms, trying to get pregnant with my kids. She was nuts."
"Well, I'll never be like that."
"Are you sure?"
"I can't get pregnant, silly."
Pluto blushed, then nodded, "You have a point. I just. . .Ever since. . .I've been scared that everyone who says they like me just wants to use me for something. Kids, money, sex, I don't know. I stopped trusting people because I started to realize how greedy people really are."
"That's. . ." Mars paused before giving him a gentle, sorry look, "That's why you were afraid to be serious."
"I'm not afraid. Please. No, I am not afraid."
"You're still afraid of going further because you think that's all I'll want you for."
"Don't be ridiculous, Mars."
"You know what? I don't just want you because you're a good kisser. You're athletic, tall, handsome, sweet, supportive, funny, social, and the best part: you tolerate me. Trust me, that's not going to end just because we take the next, reasonable step."
Pluto looked at him for a while: "Tolerate you? As if that's so bad. You're like the most fun-est guy I've ever met. I mean, come on, not just any tolerable man could turn me into a raging bisexual."
Mars laughed for a little while before elbow-bumping him, "Okay, so you like hanging out with me. That's even better. See?"
"Whatever."
"You know, I should take you on a date sometime."
"Yeah, right."
"What? I'm no woman, I can take you on dates, too. We both wear pants in this relationship."
"That isn't what I meant. I don't deserve to be spoiled like you do."
"Awe, please, you're making me blush. Ooh, you know, I'll go get us some drinks. What do you want?"
"I desperately need alcohol."
"Well, I suppose we're not going anywhere, and we're legal adults who have no parents to give it to us. I'm kidding. We are both under the age of twenty-one. I'd rather put grape juice in a wine glass."
"Oh, please, Jesus didn't turn water into grape juice."
"You don't take me for a wine guy, anyways."
"Not particularly."
"How about some non-brand-specific cola in shot glasses?"
"Yeah, for a burp-off."
"Shut up, wait! We should do the soda chugging challenge where you have to get the whole can down without burping."
"That's hilarious. I don't know if they've got soda, though. They always complain about the pop-flation."
"Pop-flation?"
"It's true. The prices are unruly."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
"You should get us beers, I'll show you how to drink responsibly."
"Wow, okay. That was personal, but you know what, fine. I'll get us some alcohol."
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