inspired by Weird Science '85

"Oh, Ian."

Experienced lips worshipped my neck. 

"Y/N someone might hear you..."

Soft hands caressed my lips.

"I don't care."

Wet tears stroked my cheek.

"Ian, are you okay?"

Warm hands cupped my own.

"I just wish that I could love you every second of the day, just like normal people."

I brought my lips to his.

"Normal is boring."

Ian and I had been hiding our love for about 6 months, hiding it from Gary and Wyatt who had an incredibly strained relationship with Max and Ian himself. It was hard running around places and sneaking off at questionable hours in the morning just to say hello or so he could know what it was like to feel again. 

Gary and Wyatt kept me locked at their hips most days as we grew up together in the same neighbourhood. I wasn't complaining because each time we'd hang out, I'd come out with a stitch and tears of laughter in my eyes. It was cute but it wasn't real.

I knew they would never support me.

I was cautious at first, talking to him with furrowed brows because of the grief he'd caused for those boys since they were tots. But, when he started to actually speak his mind, I knew there was no turning back even if I wanted to. I was doomed from the start. 

We were so happy until Gary found out that day. 

--

I was in science class the drool from my lips onto my work wetter than the liquid in the test tube. It was boring, gross but mandatory of course.

Conveniently I jump from my hand seeing a familiar mop of tall hair calling me in the window of the door and instinctively I use my bathroom pass. 

We locked hands skipping down the empty glossy hallways like we were born yesterday, chuckling and tickling each other like children but that look in his eye was way more mature. 

He was supposed to be in Gym with Gary and Wyatt but he claimed he skipped only for a few seconds just so he could kiss me once more.

"Only once," he promised, pointing faithfully to the sky, his defined arms appealing in his gym tank top. 

He pulls me in, a devilish twinkle in his eye.

"Or twice."

He kisses my ear, biting the lobe.

"Or three times."

He traces the line of my cheekbone with his lips.

"Or four."

He kisses my nose, I was panting.

"Or five or six or seven and eight."

He kisses me quickly for each number, hugging my waist and hips as we leaned against one another. Every time he kissed me it was like the first time which let me know that this was no bad boy fling, a trip to the wild side. This was true. 

The kisses that were quick soon turned quicker and my hair was getting messier and his gym shorts were getting tighter.  He playfully shoved me to the wall, bright eyes undressing me with his gaze. And before I knew it we were kissing feverishly, no, more like making out. 

"What the fuck!"

A voice boomed from frighteningly close and we jump away from each other as if the evidence could be hidden. 

Standing there, flushed and shocked was Gary in the same gym kit as Ian but with a much meaner expression. He glances between us, unable to conjure words and I could only trace the floor in shame. But, why was I so ashamed?

Wyatt is close behind, stopping in his tracks once entering the crime scene. 

Ian and I exchanged a look, not knowing that would be the last time we'd see each other for a very long time. 

--

"Gary, I don't know. Isn't it too much?"

I glance at the girl in the mirror wearing the pretty glamourous dress with makeup and hair to cover her sadness.

"Y/N, baby, you look great now we're late so can we please go...?"

I look one more time, we were only going to the mall. Why the dress?

"Sure, let's go."

--

I was walking around the mall with an excessive amount of skin on show. The dress I was wearing was basically a tube captured by an oversized denim jacket. Gary and Wyatt made me wear it, 'in preparation for movie night'. 

Eyeing some snacks, my mouth waters and I practically swoop the shelves with a handful of Wyatt's cash on me. If he was paying, he was paying. 

The queue was long for checkout, the woman 12 spaces in front of me forgot that you actually had to pay for your things and that you needed money for that and that money was in the purse she just so happened to lose at that very moment. 

In the long line to poverty, I think of Ian and my movie night 3 months into our relationship. We watched a scary movie, I say we but his face was buried in my body the entire time and I wasn't sure if it was because he was turned on by the setting or just scared of the movie. 

When he screamed I laughed, throwing my head back which seemed to thrust him forward. He'd look at me and I'd look at him and no words were needed. We both just knew this was right, no matter who got hurt. 

We'd share a kiss, the kind of kiss that would save an entire city in a superhero movie or unleash water in a drought. It was hope for us but neither of us had the courage now to return to it. 

"M'am, excuse me?"

Sometimes, I'd wake up to find a fresh bunch of flowers on my doorstep and at first, I'd think they were for my mom from my dad (a hopeless romantic) but then I'd see the yellows and oranges and the smell and I'd know they were from him. He'd put more effort into that tiny card of paper than his entire school career!

"Lady, you're taking up the entire line here!"

I snap out of whatever to see countless angry faces glaring at me, tearing me apart and an impatient cashier blowing bubbles with her gum. She looked younger than Wyatt even!

"Sorry..."

I left with bags of sugar and death and began walking towards the car. 

I remembered how hurt I was seeing their hurt when they found out. It was even worse when they tried blaming the 'fling' as my jealousy over Lisa, that they were spending less time with me for Lisa so I used someone to get their attention. I cried myself to sleep that night, doubting myself the entire time. 

The cold air was gone once I was in the car and it's for the first time that I hear the stomps of sneakers and pants sniffing my trail towards this car. Halting suddenly were Ian and Max, Ian swallowing me whole in a single moment. 

Max and I exchange a look of pity, even he understood. Max doesn't understand anything. 

"Hey Max, Ian," Gary nodded towards each man in the driver's seat "Funny seeing you guys here! You come here often?"

The sarcasm pooling in his voice made me only then realise this was all a setup. A jealousy plan. The dress, the makeup, the hair, the car; things all became a little clearer.

Gary puts his arm around my padded shoulders, making Max have to uncurl Ian's very clenched fist at that moment. I sent out apologetic looks to distract him but he is still looking at Gary as if figuring out what furniture to make out of his skin after he skins him alive. 

Ian waves at him sarcastically. It's cute. 

"Funny you haven't seen us around, next time you're here I'll make myself known."

Ian's response to his rhetorical question made a scarily wicked smirk spread faster than the flu in a 12-man -house on his face. He looked evil at that moment and he began to lean in. 

"Gary-" Wyatt's attempt to intervene was there but it was pitiful. 

He didn't mean it.

"We're having a little party tonight, you should come- both of you I mean," I speak through a thick voice and atmosphere, I just looked at Ian even when I said both. 

Gary was close, making gross sexual faces behind my back, doing things with his tongue that I hoped his mother would never see, all while Ian and Max were 5 feet away. 

Suddenly, his arm around my shoulder starts to stroke my arm, inching towards my torso more and when I thought the party stopped, Gary's lips exaggeratedly kissed my cheek, making suggestive sound effects while maintaining eye contact with Ian. Tears filled my tired eyes as I looked down. 

"You fucki-"

Ian sprints for the door but Max tackles him in time, keeping him in his embrace as Gary speeds off. He looks at me longingly in the rearview, wanting to kiss away the tears that were ready to keep on flowing out of me. Bottomless tears. 

Gary raced off into the daylight, a satisfied grin on his face that Wyatt couldn't help but mirror. 

"We did it, buddy."

They certainly did it but what it was I wasn't sure. It was just really really bad.