Disclaimer: I’d like to add a bit of a general trigger warning for this post. Some language and events that occur in this chapter are not something that I condone, nor would the adult versions of these characters condone.
“Are you sure this is the place she’s supposed to meet us?” Asked Montgomery, anxiously.
Evalace released a small cackle that slowly grew louder under her breath.
“US?” She laughed, “Who said anything about us?”
“Evalace, please tell me you’ll stay until she arrives, I’m rather nervous.” Montgomery pleaded.
“Well isn’t that sweet. But no, as much as I’d love to stay and witness your touching little reunion, I have better things to do.”
Before Montgomery could say another word, Evalace disappeared into a circle of bright beams rising up from the ground.
“These dumbasses aren’t saying anything else.” I complained, as I teased a group internet dweebs on an anime lovers chat-room.
“Maybe they’ve had enough of your trolling.” Said Clementine.
“Whatever, they’re boring anyways. I just wanted to get a rise out of them.” I said.
“Try the chess chat-room? Dungeons and dragons? Mexican wrestling? Chinchilla lovers? Clementine suggested. “I dunno.”
“Nah, I think I’m done with these losers.”
“I told you there was nothing to do at my house.” Clementine reminded.
“No shit, you weren’t kidding.”
I didn’t mind it though. I was honestly very excited to return to the place I grew up for the summer. It was a long winter and spring dealing with Yellow and his moping about.
Clementine’s house always had something fun to do, but that isn’t really the case ever since Brandt knocked up his girlfriend. Clementine loves babies, so she’s overly excited about that kid, but everyone knows how Ms. Loveland is with commitment, it’s only a matter of time before she abandons Brandt and the kid just like Toni did.
“It’s whatever. My house sucks too. Yellow is still moping around about Donna. He’s dropping out of school, won’t leave the house to hang out with Flynn, he won’t even leave his room, actually. It’s been months, it’s time for him to grow a pair.”
“Salem, he really loved her though. He thought she was the one, and he feels like he’s letting Kirs and Sy down by not being able to stick to the legacy, cut him some slack.” Clementine argued.
“Well once he realizes that you’re the one then maybe he’ll come to his senses and move on.” I said. “I might have to give him another talk if he doesn’t wake the hell up.”
“Hehe, just give him time.” Clementine giggled.
“Yeah, that’s not really something I have a lot of these days.” I began. “I need him to move on so I can finally take my rightful spot as heir.”
Clementine shook her head. “You are too much sometimes.”
“So….You think you have what it takes to be in charge?”
“I know I do.”
“Well, you are missing one thing…. A mate! You have to find your zombie prince before you can be heir, right? We could go to the graveyard right now and ‘shop'” Clementine suggested, using air quotes.
“Well…. That might not be necessary.” I smiled. “I kinda have my eyes on this one witch in Pony-Bones Island. I met him in witch school. His name is Hellion Blank. He’s a little older than me but I think he’s been resurrected.”
Clementine eagerly latched on to my every word.
“Oh yeah…. and he kind of has a girlfriend…” I added.
“Oh my god! You can’t just have your pick of any man you want, he’s taken you slut!” Clementine laughed.
“Pft! Teapot calling the kettle black, dude.”
“Plus… Annabelle Story, she’s just so… plain. I don’t care honestly.” I laughed.
“So what about you?” I asked, focusing on the photo hanging on the wall of Clementine and her stupid friend Ghost. “What’s the status between you and Mr. Anti-Darling?”
“Shut up Salem! I’ve told you a million times, he’s just my friend. He’s way too serious and protective to be anything more.”
“Anyways, stop trying to change the subject!” She said. “So this Hellion guy… Is he good at making out and stuff?”
“Whoa now. We haven’t…. I just said I have my eye on him, that’s all. Other than a little peck with Irving and that time with Flynn against my will, I’ve really never like, kissed a guy.”
“Oh my god! You haven’t even made out with him yet?! You need to get the ball rolling, girl!”
Feeling a little patronized, and a lot annoyed, I distanced myself from Clementine.
“Stop being such a spazz about it, I’ll make a move when I feel like it.”
“Well you can’t just make a move and not know what you’re doing.” Clementine giggled.
“Well you know… I could help you learn, you could always practice on me…” Clementine joked, seductively.
“Buzz off, lesbo!” I laughed, hitting her in the face with a pillow.
She could tell that her silly joke made me uncomfortable, but she thought it was funny.
“No, seriously though. I know what I’m doing and you don’t. You need practice!”
“You are such a horn-dog, Clementine.”
“It’s just practice, let’s just do it. It’s not going to hurt anything.”
“You have to be kidding.” I said.
“Well.. you do have plenty of experience.” I teased.
“HAR-HAR so funny.” She laughed.
“It’s true.” I added.
“Okay, so do you want to?”
“Not really. Why are you trying so hard to convince me?” I questioned.
“Because I’m your best friend, and I don’t want you to make a fool of yourself when you screw up. One kiss can set the tone for the rest of a relationship, you know.”
“Is that why you’re single?” I laughed, trying to switch gears. My hands were getting clammy, and I didn’t know how to feel about making out with my best friend.
“You’re changing the subject, again. I’m going to keep bugging you until you give in.” Said Clementine.
I sighed. “Whatever.”
“What are friends for?” She smiled.
Clementine reached for my hand, and I quickly wiped it on my shirt before she could hold it. My heart was racing and I began to feel somewhat shy and uncomfortable, a feeling I’ve never experienced around Clementine before.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” I said, still wondering if she was completely serious.
“Just relax!” She giggled, holding on to my arms as she stepped closer.
“This is weird.” I said, attempting to cover my anxiousness.
“Don’t think about it, just do it. Okay?” Clementine smiled.
I smiled and nodded sarcastically. “K.” I breathed.
She gently placed her warm palm on my neck as her unbelievably soft lips touched mine. I remembered how my lips are always chapped and I began to feel self conscious, before I took her advice and tried to stop thinking.
Her kiss was slow yet exhilarating. Without separating her lips from mine, she kissed me again. I followed the rhythm of her mouth and eventually her tongue, and began to mirror her motions.
She pulled me in closer, and began kissing me more aggressively.
I became aware of her hands wrapped around my back, pressing my entire body against hers. I couldn’t completely tell, but I began to get the feeling, or perhaps the idea, that this was a little bit more than a practice session.
When a soft moan escaped Clementine’s lips, I tossed aside all of my thoughts and confusion, and completely let loose.
Grabbing my hands, she took a few steps forward, sending me toppling onto the bed. I tried catching my breath as I watched her perfectly shaped body crawl over me, before continuing to kiss me feverishly. I felt her hands begin to slowly roam, when suddenly there was a brisk knock on the door.
“Knock knock.” Brandt said, opening the door.
Clementine instantly launched herself off of me, as we sprung up to a seated position.
“Yeah, dad?” Clementine asked, trying to steady her breathing.
“Do you girls need anything before I head to bed? Let me know now if you do. This is the one night Gracie isn’t being a hormonal psycho and I want to take advantage, if you know what I mean.” He laughed.
“Ew dad, no. We’re fine.” Clementine winced.
“Okay, night, love you.”
“Night.” Clementine and I both said in unison as Brandt shut the door behind him.
What just happened?