Generation 2-Chapter 1

 

Right after they had gone I got on the computer and started emailing my friends.

"Hey guys(: ," I said.

"Hey Layla," Zack wrote back.

"What? No 'hi' to me? :P ," Danny joked.

"Guys, listen. My parents are gone for two days or so. . They won some sweepstakes or something and got to go on a trip. Anyways, you all wanna come down today?" I asked.

"HECK YEAH!" they both responded.

A long silence passed by as we sat there. This was really boring . . "Why are we just sitting here?" Zack finally asked, breaking the silence.

"I don't know!" Danny responded.

"Yeah. What do you guys wanna do today?" I asked.

"I have a few suggestions," Zack grinned widely.

"Oh! I know!" Danny said. Zack and I turned our attention to him. "I'll order pizza," he said, slipping out his phone.

"Sounds like a plan, guys, but hold on. Let me go get rid of my stupid sister," I said before disappearing.

"Just take the damn money!" I yelled.

"You're not my boss! I'm not leaving. This is my house too."

"Fine," I said, pushing her toward the door. "LEAVE."

"Why? So you and your freak friends can have all the fun? I don't think so. I want in," she said.

"NO!" I exclaimed. "We're not going to be doing much except practicing in the basement. You're not up to that. It's not how you roll," I pointed out.

"Now take the damn money!" I said, aggressively stuffing it in her hands.

"FINE!" she said, accepting the money. "I don't need your lame butt anyways. I have my own friends." She slammed the door as she left.

"Go then!" I said before she had gone.

Meanwhile . .

"Hey bro," Zack said, leaning toward Danny.

"Yeah?"

"Would you mind goin' back?"

"Why?"

"I want to try something . . " Zack grinned.

"Alright, dude, but you owe me."

"Kay. Don't let her see you on the way out!"

"Good luck, Chuck," Danny said on his way out.

"Hey, where did Danny go?" I asked.

"His mom called and told him to get home," Zack said.

"Ah--bummer. So . . Want to go practice while we wait on the pizza?" I asked.

"Sure. One thing first, though," he said.

"Wha-"

Before I knew it, his lips were forced upon mine. At first I resisted. He is my best friend! Best friends do NOT do things like this. Or at least, best friends without benefits.

He held me there in that position for a little while, using his tongue to try and part my lips. The longer we kissed, the quicker something in me changed. 

Maybe we could do this afterall.