Devil's Archive

REAR

I feel the alcohol kicked as I stand up to get some drinks.

"Bring more alcohol, Zari," Vito said as he continues to play with his phone.

"I'm not your peasant, motherfucker. Go get your own." I replied as I make my way to the bathroom.

My phone vibrates for the hundredth time now. My anxiety increases as I read my father's message on the screen. I need to ignore them, after all, this is the last night.

I scoot over Vito's space as I reach for the remote. He leaned on my shoulder. That's his favorite position, leaning on me with this big, heavy body. I stare at him as he play online games on his phone like a fucking nerd as he is. I will probably miss this motherfucker.

We've been friends for 24 years now. We grew up together, as our mothers were friends. We've been best friends for ages, even we're totally opposite. I am a huge extrovert, while this jerk just go his nerdy stuffs alone. Even with that, he got a pretty reputation by being a varsity player and great at work. I hate to admit it, but I do have feelings for him for a long time now. I've already settled for a numbers of boyfriends, but I always come back to him.

I realized that what I feel is hopeless, even though he's not really into relationship. He never had his girlfriend even though we're already 24. I can't figure out what he wants, but he definitely don't want me.

"Let's just watch, Vito, stop that damn game." I commanded. He just rolled his eyes as he tossed his phone. He stood up and grab some alcohol.

He came back and sit with me again while chugging a glass of alcohol. We argue as we picked a movie to watch. He lay down on my lap and close his eyes. I guess face card never declines when it comes to this guy.

"Play with my hair," he demanded.

"I'm not your servant."

"Pretty please, Zari, I'm a bit drunk. Everything's spinning." I do as he wanted, at least for the last time. I played his hair for a while. I decided to chug the remaining alcohol for a little courage. I need to do this, at least, for myself.

I breathe hard as I can feel the alcohol on my body. I'm a bit dizzy, but have the courage. I don't know if Vito is sleeping or not. I leaned to reach his lips.

I kissed him regardless of the fact that he's sleeping. His lips felt like heaven into mine. I feel like crying doing this kind of shit. Mustering courage and kissing him while I'm drunk. Worst is he's fucking sleeping.

I move my lips against him. Feeling his plump lower lips I brush mine against him. It was euphoric yet the guilty kills me for every second of it.

I feel like a criminal for doing that kind of trick against him. I pull away from the kiss. My head hurts as well as the feeling of guilt consumes me. I really want to cry. I don't know if this is only from the alcohol, or I just can't grasp the situation I enter.

"Why?"

My heart race that I can't even form a single word for a minute as i hear him. He's awake, he knows what I have done. I'm so stupid. I wish I can kill myself right now.

"I was just pulling a prank on you. Don't take it seriously. I'm drunk." I lied while avoiding his gaze. He looks so serious for a minute. I'm so nervous with the thought of him hating me.

He gets up from my lap. He faced me and his hand grab mine and pulled me closer. I tried to pull my hand back, but he grips it tighter like he has no plan of making me escape after what I did.

My eyes widened as he pulled me closer. My dizziness doubled as he makes his move, landing his lips into mine. I can feel his breath fans over my mouth as his lips slowly moved against mine. What the fuck is happening now? This doesn't seem right in many ways. He never looked at me this way.