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“Why am I being blindfolded?”
“Because I don’t want you judging the girls that come to kiss you,” Isobel said, “They’re paying good money and I don’t want them feeling offended if you aren’t treating everyone equally for superficial reasons.”
“I feel like a prostitute,” Micahel grumbled but sat patiently as Isobel made sure his hair looked perfect by using her wand to fix any loose curls.
“Hey, that’s a respectable profession,” Isobel scolded. He cracked a smile. “But, seriously, you’re the ideal person for this kissing booth. You don’t go to our school, so girls are going to be drawn to you and give more money.”
“Drawn to me?” Michael asked.
“Yeah, like, because you’re a bad boy,” she said, snorting as if that was the funniest thing in the world, “Your reputation precedes you, my dear brother.”
“So, basically, the rich girls you go to school with are going to use daddy’s money to kiss a guy daddy would never approve of?” he asked. Isobel smiled and patted his cheek.
“I knew you were smart,” she praised. He grinned wider.
“So, just girls then?” he clarified. Isobel rolled her eyes.
“It’s Atherton High, Michael,” she said, “Everyone is too rich to entertain bisexuality.”
“Okay, so, what I’m hearing is that there are probably a lot of guys in that school that are into other guys, they just don’t tell their parents.”
“Look, we just can’t hold your kissing booth for both girls and guys without the PTA shutting it down. If you wanna go track down the gays in your free time, by all means, go crazy,” she sighed. He grinned a little wider.
“Oh, I will.”
Within the next twenty minutes, Michael was blindfolded and being led to the booth. He could hear the excited chatter of girls and did his best to smile all charming. He promised Isobel he was going to be as charming as possible to raise as much money as possible even though he wasn’t even sure what he was raising money for. He knew she told him, but it was too stupid for him to remember. Probably just to suck more money out of people for brand new iPads.
“There’s a ton of girls lined up,” Max said from somewhere, “You advertising his face online really helped.”
“You did what with my face?” Michael asked before immediately being shushed.
“Good,” Isobel said, “The first girls already paid their $10?”
“Wait, $10 for a kiss?”
“Yeah, it’s all ready to go.”
Suddenly, the sun hit his face and he heard girls excitedly whispering. Michael smiled even brighter and reveled in the reaction. He was feeling more than a little confident about all of this.
“Step right up to kiss this handsome boy from Roswell High,” Isobel announced, “Remember, ten dollars a kiss and no touching outside of lips!” Michael took a deep breath and let her hand on his back push him up the window.
“Hello?” he said, laughing a little bit as he spoke to whoever might be in front of him.
“Hi,” a soft voice said across from him, giggles erupting from the other girls.
“I’m gonna need some help with aim, so bare with me,” Micahel said. More giggles. He wanted to praise Isobel for the ego boost.
The girl leaned in and kissed him, keeping it short and chaste as Isobel had apparently insisted upon. He didn’t mind that considering he had two hours of this ahead of him. Michael figured he’d be all kissed out by the day’s end.
He’d expected it to go downhill after a while, but he hadn’t expected it to suck so bad so quickly. It took about six different girls with six different flavored mints mixing in his nose for him to be over it. But, still, Michael kept up the charm, kissing each girl and hoping he didn’t leave this situation with herpes.
“Alright, our main man needs a break!” Isobel said after an hour. Michael sighed in thanks, going to undo his blindfold. His hands were immediately swatted away. “Do not take that off, you’ll mess up your hair and I don’t have the time to fix it again.”
“Fine, Mom,” Michael teased. He felt her press a kiss to his cheek and then lead him a bit away from the booth, pushing him into a chair.
“Now, don’t move. I’m getting food for us,” she said. He groaned dramatically and leaned back into the chair. “Stop pouting or I won’t feed you.”
“That’s child neglect.”
“You’re seventeen and I’m your sister, dumbass.”
“Tell that to the court.”
“Shut up,” she laughed, “Stay put.”
Soon, he was alone in some room and blindfolded. As much as that wasn’t his favorite thing in the world, he did appreciate the kissing break. He never knew how overwhelming that many different smells could be. They should definitely have a warning about that.
“Oh, shit, sorry, wrong booth,” a soft, sweet male voice said. Michael perked up.
“No worries, all people are welcome,” Michael said.
“Yeah, I saw that line out there. You’re pretty desired.”
“What can I say? You get suspended twice and suddenly you’re a hunk.”
“Oh, I don’t know if I’d call you a hunk. I think you’re more of a bear cub in the making,” the guy teased. Michael grinned, his tongue pressing to the back of his teeth.
“Is that a gay joke?”
“Well, it’s not funny if you point it out,” he said.
“I’m bi,” Michael said before quickly realizing he hadn’t even said his name, “And Michael. My name is Michael and I am bisexual.”
The guy laughed and it might’ve been the best noise Michael had ever heard. He was beginning to consider bailing on the next hour of kissing random girls.
“If you’re bi,” the voice said, getting closer. Michael’s stomach tightened. “Then why is this only for girls?”
“My sister said I had to track down guys on my own time,” Michael said.
“Well, one found you,” the voice said, only a few steps away now. Michael tilted his head up towards him. “Ten bucks, right?”
“I think yours might be free,” Michael whispered, gripping the seat as he felt the guy lean closer.
It took no time for the guy to lean down and kiss him. He smelled and tasted a lot better than the girls before him, like a palate cleanser that made him forget all about them. He had Michael’s face in his hands, pushing his fingers into his hair. It was unreal.
Michael parted his lips and, when the guy went along with it, he pulled him closer until he was straddling his lap. The guy smiled as Michael’s hands roamed, trying to remember just how toned his body was and just how soft his skin was. He felt his face, his soft hair, and his high cheekbones. His mystery man pressed against him and kissed him deeper, drawing out a moan that he hadn’t really been expecting to give. The idea of it ending was agonizing.
Alas, it had to. The guy slowed down and pulled away with Michael’s bottom lip between his teeth. Michael tried to lean in for more, but he leaned away and stood up. He ran his fingers through Michael’s hair once more before leaning to steal one last chaste kiss. It left him shaking.
“Bye,” the guy said softly and then he was gone. Michael wanted nothing more but to run after him, ask his name, ask for his number. That was one of the best fucking kisses he’d ever had.
He only remembered he was blindfolded and had to go back to kisses that would pale in comparison whenever he heard Isobel’s footsteps enter the booth.
“Are you kidding me? How did you mess up your hair without moving?!”
He didn’t have an answer.