|The Kiss (standard:horror, 3313 words)|
|Author: Casey Ponciano||Added: Apr 30 2003||Views/Reads: 1955/1222||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Abraham was ready to party and meet a girl. He does meet a girl, but realizes she isn't an ordinary girl. But he finds out too late.|
“Beep, Beep!” I heard outside. I looked through my bedroom window to see who was honking. It was Allan. I ran downstairs to the front door and I grabbed my coat. “Mom, I'll be back later, okay,” I said. “Okay, Abraham. But remember I don't care how long you stay out, but you have to get up for Sunday mass tomorrow.” She said. “I will,” I said. It was Saturday night, and my friends and I were going to a party. My mother trusted me going out and staying out late. And only if I agreed that I would be at Sunday mass the next morning. “Mom, I'm leaving now. I'll see you later,” I said to her. “Okay Abraham. But remember about Sunday Mass,” she said. “Alright. Bye-bye,” I said and walked out of the door. I walked to Allan's car. In the backseat, I saw David lighting a cigarette and beside him was James. I looked at James as he blew the smoke away from his face from David's cigarette. He raised down the window to smell the fresh air. I walked up to Allan's window. “What's up Abe,” Allan said to me as we exchanged a handshake. “You ready, man?” he asked. “Yeah,” I responded. “Let's go. Get in,” he said. I walked to the passenger side and got in the car. James was complaining to David about lighting his cigarettes in the car. Allan and I just looked at each other. “Calm down guys, we're going to party tonight. We are going to meet some girls and have some fun. We're going to get all fucked up,” Allan said. And that was true, I wanted to have a good time tonight. Allan turned the ignition on and away we went. As we drove to the party, we all talked about what we've drunk and what we thought was the best beer or drink. Then we talked about girls. We all talked about whom we have been out with and how far we got with them or whom we slept with. I never actually slept with any girls yet. Everyone in that car knew I was a nineteen year old virgin. I was scared to take that step. There were so many controversies on having sex when you're a teenager. Teachers taught us about incurable diseases or unexpected births. I didn't want to be in one of those statistics. I was too young to be a father and I was too young to catch anything. I don't know if it was just something that I was taught to do when I was younger or something that my parents believed in. I was a catholic, and my mother believed that a couple must be married before having sex. Both of my learning and my beliefs stopped me from having sex. Don't get me wrong, I loved being with girls, and I loved making out with them, but sex scared me. Most kids are having sex when they are ten or eleven years old. I don't understand how they are able to do that. I remember when I was that age, the only thing I was thinking of were video games and cartoons. The times have changed. We finally arrived at the house of the party. It was a two-story bricked house. “Whose house is this?” I asked. “It's Samantha Stevens,” David said. Samantha Stevens, I thought to myself. I remembered her; she sat in front of me in geometry class. She's also very pretty. “It's a nice house,” I said. “Yeah, it is. I think she's rich or something,” James said. “Who got invited to this party?” I asked. “Allan did. She said it would be alright to bring some friends along,” James said. “It looks like everybody from high school is here,” Allan said. “Yeah,” I replied. Allan parked and we got off the car. Allan looked at the mirror to check his hair. I looked at James as he checked his Click here to read the rest of this story (280 more lines)
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