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“Fries, you've gotta come with me!” Gelatin exclaimed over the phone, eagerly.
“Gelatin, why the hell would I do that?” Fries leaned back on his parents’ couch. “I don't know anybody else at this stinking party.” He scoffed. “Not like I like going to parties, anyway.”
“Oh, c'mon, Fries,” Fries could hear the blissful, condescending tone he was using. He was not taking Fries seriously. “You need to get out more. Besides! You're fun to talk to! Everyone is bringing a friend, and you're the first person I think about when I hear the word ‘friend.’”
He was unconvinced. “Mm, you're only saying that because you want me to go with you.”
“Please?” Gelatin asked, his desperation apparent. “There’ll be drinks..!”
At this point, Gelatin was just throwing hail marys. He sighed deeply. “When is this party happening..?”
Gelatin gasped. “So you'll come?!”
“Just give me the flipping details so you stop annoying me.”
“Awesome!” If the two were in person, Fries could tell Gelatin would smother him in a hug. “Thank you, Fries!”
He sighed. “Whatever.”
-
Keep a positive outlook. Things may not be so bad here. Gelatin drove Fries to the party. Apparently, the house belonged to a man named Donut. Not that Fries cared.
The pair got out of Gelatin’s car. The small boy looked up at him with a smile. Fries avoided eye contact. The two started walking up to the front entrance. “Okay, Donut told me that the door would be unlocked.”
So they could just walk right in. That didn't ease any anxiety. “Alright.” He acknowledged.
Gelatin swung the door open. He led the way inside. Fries trailed him.
“Hi, Jelly!” A girl exclaimed as the two entered.
Fries glanced over at her. She wore a beige hoodie, and had messy light brown hair that hung over her shoulders. “Heyy, Barf Bag!” Gelatin returned the greeting with the same enthusiasm.
“Enjoy the party, man!”
“Oh, I will!”
The girl looked up at Fries as Gelatin casually walked past. They made eye contact. There was a brief, awkward moment, then she smiled and waved at him. Fries averted his eyes.
He caught up to Gelatin, who was getting a drink. There were a few dozen people here. Undoubtedly, any and all drinks were spiked. Fries had heard enough about rowdy high school parties to know this. Even so, that wasn't going to stop him. He saw it more as a benefit, anyways. He poured himself a cup of juice.
“Okay, Fries,” Gelatin elbow bumped him, then leaned against him. “I'm gonna look for Donut and ask him what activities he plans.” He bounced up, pushing lightly off of Fries as a boost.
Fries was in the middle of taking a sip of his drink. “Wh-” He was about to retort at the ludicrousness of Gelatin not already knowing, but the liquid got caught in his throat, and he began coughing. Gelatin scurried away during this time, unknowing of Fries’ episode. He loudly, annoyedly growled. Now he was alone with a bunch of strangers. This is why he needed to get drunk. It'd help him loosen up and not make this a waste of time.
“Fries?!” A young woman’s voice shouted, as a pair of arms touched him.
He was caught off guard, and he helped in surprise. Puffball’s arms were wrapped around the tops of his shoulders. “Ah-! Puffball?!” His expression calmed a little.
“I didn't know you were here, Fries.” She beamed at him, leaning on him.
He deeply sighed, feeling his tense nerves relax. “Tch. Same to you, Puffy.”
She frowned at the nickname. Her smile came back quick, however. “What made you change your mind?”
He side eyed her, raising a brow. There was a smirk present on her face. “Hm?” He took a sip of his drink.
“About parties.” She teased. “You usually hate them. What, are you starting to become freaky?” She grinned evilly.
Fries almost spat out his drink. He chuckled. “Pft, like you? Hell no.” He waved dismissively. “Gelatin would not stop bothering me to come here with him, so I eventually caved.”
Puffball leaned on him again, shaking her head. “Wow, you let him get his way, but are always so stubborn around me. I guess you just don't like me.”
“Bro,” He snickered, shaking his head. “Don't get me started.”
“Fries!” A lot of calling for his name today. Gelatin made his way through the crowd to him and Puffball. He briefly looked at Puffball. “Hi, Puffy!”
Her cheeks puffed in frustration. “What is it, Gelatin?” Fries asked, taking another sip of his drink.
“Donut is hosting a game of seven minutes in heaven right now! Come on, you gotta join!”
“Gelatin, what kind of immature party is this?” Fries complained. “I'm not here to hook up with someone.”
Gelatin frowned, sad to be shot down so fast. Puffball leant next to Fries’ ear. “I know you secretly want to.”
“Don't be ridiculous.”
“Ohh, but you always lament and complain to me about how your life lacks romance..!” She dramatically cooed.
Gelatin gasped. “Fries is a lonely romantic..?!”
His face flushed. “Puffball, stop playing devil’s advocate..!” He turned to her. She stopped leaning on him, a mischievous smirk on her face.
“You always tell me,” She looked away, blinking pathetically. She put a finger up to her lip. “How much you wanna kiss and hold a girl close.” Gelatin was doing his best to not burst out laughing. Puffball looked him in the eyes. “Now’s your chance, lover boy.” Her eyes were half lidded.
Fries growled. “Will you shut up if I agree?” She nodded, satisfied. He turned to Gelatin. “And you, if I hear a peep about this exchange, I will personally cut your throat.”
Gelatin didn't take that threat seriously, but he still threw up his hands. “Haha- Yep..! You have my word, I won't tell anyone!” He giggled.
He turned his attention back to the pink-haired Puffball. “And you,” He grabbed the collar of her shirt. “You're going with me for getting me into this mess.”
“Gladly.” She beamed, getting under his skin further. “Who knows? Maybe we'll spend seven minutes in heaven together.” She made a kissy face at him.
He reeled back in disgust. “God.”
“C'mon, follow me!” Gelatin sifted his way through the crowd.
Puffball trailed Fries, making sure he wouldn't try any last second attempts to dip. Eventually, the three made it to the proper room.
“We're here!” Gelatin announced.
“Oh, finally.” The man who spoke was Donut. Fries knew because Gelatin had shared a picture of him earlier. “Sit down.”
As the three made their way to their spots in the circle, Fries took a moment to look at everyone in this group. There were a dozen in total, including himself. There were seven boys, five girls. He recognized a few people: Pen and Bomby. There was also the girl that greeted Gelatin when they entered.
The two mistakenly made brief eye contact again, before looking away. What did Gelatin call her again? He’d already forgotten.
“So, I assume everyone knows the one rule I have?” Donut asked the group.
Fries’ eyes widened a smidge. “Rule..?” He muttered under his breath.
“The two people who go inside must kiss once. That is the only rule.”
Okay, this was becoming more of a commitment than he was expecting. He looked at Puffball and Gelatin.
“If any of you are against that, leave now.”
Fries wanted to leave. There was a pat on his knee. He looked down. It was Puffball’s hand. He looked at her. She had a smile that told Fries she knew what he was thinking. But he knew she also wasn't going to let him leave.
Fuck.
“Alright, we'll do six rounds of this. Some of us may go in multiple times, some of us may not go in at all.” Donut slimmed his eyes with a smirk. “Who wants to be the first volunteer?”
“Me!” Puffball raised her hand. It bugged Fries how willing she was. Although Fries didn't want to partake in this, if there was someone he’d go in the closet with, it'd be Puffball.
“Here ya go!” Donut slid an empty glass bottle to her.
Puffball eagerly stood up and went to the center of the circle and spun the thing. The spinner did not land on Fries. Which was good. Instead, it landed on Bomby.
Fries snickered. He knew how much Puffball didn't like Bomby. “Pucker up.” He whispered loud enough for her to hear.
She angrily turned around and gave him the finger. Fries chuckled to himself as the pair made their way into the closet.
Time passed. Fries only paid attention when someone else was spinning. The second person went, then the third, then the fourth, then the fifth. Now there was only one more spin, thank god.
“I'll go.”
“Ooh, go ahead, then, Barfy!” Donut's voice sounded excited.
Fries glanced up from his phone. A 1/11 chance he'd be picked. At this point, Fries wasn't worried about being chosen.
The bottle spun.
This was just a waste of time, and he was okay with that. One thing was for sure, though, Fries would never agree to go to a party with Gelatin ever again.
The bottle slowed down.
And then the bottle stopped on him.
Of course. His eyes slimmed. “God-..” He murmured. He wanted to cuss someone out right now.
“Oooo~.” Puffball cooed from beside him. “It's your turn to pucker up, lover boy.”
If he was going to cuss anyone out, it'd be her. Although, he had to accept the teasing. He had it coming. He grumbled. Who was it that spun the bottle, anyway?
It was the girl who had greeted Gelatin at the door. He widened his eyes in surprise. Seemed they couldn't avoid each other. She looked at him, her eyes scanning him.
“Into the closet, you two~!” Puffball sang.
And in they went. It was relatively dark in the space, but Fries could still make out some details of her. Suddenly, Fries remembered her name. “Barf Bag, right?”
She nodded, back against the wall. “..Yeah. You were with Gelatin, right?”
He sighed. “Yup.”
“What’s your name?”
“Fries.”
There was an awkward silence. Fries was glad he was a bit tipsy from the spiked juice earlier. It made things feel less doomed.
“Well, better get it over with now, right?” Fries asked, addressing the elephant in the room.
She chuckled nervously. “Right.”
Barf Bag seemed so nervous, despite the fact that she volunteered for this. She wanted this. Strange..
Fries leaned forward subtly, initiating the forced kiss. “Here we go..” She whispered.
Their lips met. And, despite being strangers, it was much more tender than it needed to be, even if it didn't last long. Shit, it felt amazing, even.
This wasn't Fries’ first kiss. But he had never felt so wowed by one before. The two pulled away from each other, the flush on Barf Bag’s face apparent.
She was nervous. Despite expecting to kiss someone; volunteering to go into the closet. Why?
Because there was attraction. If she wasn't attracted, she'd show disgust.
Interesting. A low hum escaped him involuntarily. And he started looking her up and down. Checking her out.
What the fuck.
He noticed her features more thoroughly. The curves. The clothing. The colors of her eyes. The bits of skin that were showing. The hair.
Boldness crawled into his veins. He could blame it on the drinks. “You know,” He smirked. “You're pretty hot.”
Her flustered face flushed further. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him. “Ah..” She paused. “..Thanks.” Her knee bent bashfully. “You-, uh, look pretty-.. good yourself.”
She was doing her best to be modest, he could tell. “I like your hair.”
“Oh..” She turned her face away. Her fingers played with each other. “Thanks.. heheh..”
He leaned forwards, and placed his hands on the wall behind her, one on each side of her head. “We still have a lot of time left, you know.”
She glanced at the hands on each side of her head. Then she looked up at him. “Well.. yeah.”
“What do you want to do with that time?” He looked down at her with half lidded eyes.
“I-I mean..” They made eye contact. She chuckled. “I wouldn't.. mind.”
“Kissing again?”
“..Yeah.”
“Then come here, girl.”
They kissed. Barf Bag’s arms were stiff at her sides. Fries pressed forwards, leaning on his palms. The two melded their lips together, eyes closed.
After a few moments, they separated, but their lips remained near one another. The two let out small breaths when they parted. Barf Bag looked up at him with dreamy, almost closed, eyes. It made him go wild. He needed her.
He removed his hands from the walls, grabbing both of her wrists; one in each hand. With no resistance, he dragged them up to the sides of her head, then pinned them to the wall. “h- Ah-.”
Even though this was getting him excited, he still wanted to make sure, “Do you like this?”
She breathed quickly, shyly. “Yeah- Yeah..” She nodded against the wall.
He growled in affirmation, leaning in to kiss her again. He smothered her lips. Their tongues connected.
“Mmmh..” He roughly groaned.
“Mm-mmhf..” Her clenched fists eased.
Their lips parted for a split second. “Mmh- fuck.” His eyes gently slid ajar, bringing both of Barf Bags’s hands above her head. He clenched her wrists together with his left hand, then needily brought his lips back to her.
Holy shit. Why was he acting so rowdy? This wasn't like him. They were in a closet, with almost a dozen people just outside. Even so, he couldn't help himself.
As they sloppily made out, he used his now free hand to stroke her neck. “Gh.. you helplessly, sexy bitch..” He said between kisses.
She squirmed slightly, euphoria racing through her veins, clouding her mind. Their vigorous make out session lasted for another minute.
Then, abruptly, it stopped. Fries pulled away in disgust, letting go of her. He looked away and removed the string of saliva that connected their lips. “..What the fuck..?” He whispered loudly.
Barf Bag caught her breath, looking up at him with nervous confusion. “..What..?” He side eyed her. “Is something wrong..?”
He backed away a little. He sighed. “Ah.. no. No.” He looked away. “Uh- How much time do we have left?”
“I-I don't know..” She rubbed the back of her neck. “Two minutes..?”
“Okay, okay.” He took a deep breath. “How about we talk later? When we aren't stuck in a small ass closet together.”
“Oh- Yeah. Yeah, that- That makes sense.” She nodded.
Then things got incredibly awkward. Incredibly silent.
Barf Bag snickered nervously, she put her hands behind her back and looked up and away. “Well-, whaaat, did you-.. did you not like it..?” She swung a little, chuckling awkwardly.
She was trying to lighten the mood with a joke. He tried smiling to mirror her attempt, but it came out pretty forced. “Heh. No, I liked it.” He sighed, shaking his head. “It’s just- I just met you, Barf Bag.”
“Well, y'know, if we both like each other, we could.. try to find out how compatible we are.” She suggested awkwardly. The way she was saying it made it seem like she was passing it off as a silly possibility.
“That's what we're going to talk about later.”
“..Huh?”
“We were making out.” He stated, a hand hovering over his lips. “I'll be damned if I let this fucking chance slip.”
She snorted. “You make it sound like I'm some celebrity model or something.” Seems like the air was much easier now.
Fries smirked, snickering. “Well, you're definitely a pretty chick, I can tell ya that much.”
“Psh. You're just flattering me.”
He giggled. “Look, we'll continue talking later. For now, just pretend it was one simple kiss, and that's it.”
“Hm.” She had a sly smile. “Sure thing, ‘lover boy.’”
He chuckled, a brow raised. “God, please don't pick up shit from her, please.”
The timer alarm Donut setup was going off. They glanced each other in the eyes one more time, and nodded. They were going to keep quiet about what happened now. They pulled the closet doors open.
Fries let out a quick huff, feeling the difference in humidity outside of the closet. Almost everyone was gone now. The only ones that remained were Donut, Puffball, and Gelatin. Puffball smirked up at him from her spot on the floor. “So, how was it inside, Freaky Fries?” She asked with a hand on her cheek.
Fries put up a finger to retort, but then paused. Maybe he was a freak. He shook his head, regaining himself. “One kiss is nothing.”
“Was she the girl of your dreams?” Gelatin giggled.
“Gelatin..!” Fries raised a fist at him.
He giggled again, then bounced to Barf Bag and Donut, who were talking to each other. “What about you, Barfy? Was he the man of your dreams?”
Barf Bag’s face flushed subtly, but she snickered, acting natural. “Pssh, him?” She and Fries made eye contact. “He's not a bad kisser, but I can't get on with a guy with that hair.”
Fries gasped, taken completely off guard. His hair..!? But.. he spent a lot of time on that..
Puffball was dying behind him. “Ohohoh-! Hahahahah!” She leaned on Fries from behind him. Just feeling her chest rapidly going up and down from her laughter made him want to smack her.
Barf Bag winked at him, and mouthed the word, “Kidding.”
He huffed, crossing his arms. He wouldn't let that comment slide, no matter if it was a joke or not.
…
Time passed. In a moment of passing, Fries was able to signal to Barf Bag he was ready to talk to her alone. So, a few minutes later, he lied to Puffball about needing to use the bathroom, and met Barf Bag outside.
He leaned against the backyard deck’s railing. There were a small amount of people chilling outside, but it created an adequate amount of noise; loud enough so that they could talk and no one could eavesdrop, but also quiet enough so that they would be able to hear one another.
Fries watched as a duo of people walked past him and went inside. Then, after they walked in, Barf Bag walked out. She had her hoodie on over her head. When she stepped out and they made eye contact, she flipped it back down. He confidently smirked at her. “Hey.”
She returned the smile, snickering quietly. “Tch. Hey.” She put a hand on her hip.
Sassy pose. Hot. He leaned back a little further, one of his feet barely touching the ground. “Glad you got my signal.”
She moved to stand next to him. “You weren't exactly subtle.”
“You're just a liar.”
“No, I'm not.” She giggled slyly.
“Man, fuck, you are.” He looked up at her, shaking his head. He stood up straight so that he was now taller than her. “I compliment your hair inside of that closet, then you come out and say my hair is shit! I take great pride in how I style my hair.”
She chuckled. “Sorry. I was joking.”
He nodded. “I know; I picked up on your message.”
She chuckled again, shyly. “And, uh.. I-.. did appreciate the compliment about my hair.” She subconsciously fiddled with the strands hanging over her shoulder. “Sorry I was being so weird in there, by the way.” She smiled awkwardly.
He scoffed, turning away. “You think you were being weird? I was acting like a goddamn animal in there. Ugh.” He shook his head in disgust.
“It was.. kinda hot, though.” She admitted.
There was a moment of silence.
Barf Bag, recognizing the awkwardness, broke into a small, shaky laugh. “C-C’mon, why are you making this weird..?”
“Hm.” He leaned towards her, looking her in the eye. “Sorry, I was just thinking about how cute you're being.”
She took a step back, shaking her head. “God-, don't tease me..! I'm trying to be genuine..”
Fries giggled slyly, teeth showing. “That's what makes it so adorable.”
Barf Bag sighed, doing her best to regain her composure. “Y-You think you're hot shit, huh?”
“I don't think I am, but I know you think I am.”
“Jesus Christ, you're a handful.” She giggled. “Am I gonna have to deal with this behavior all the time?”
He winked and made a kissy face. “Name a time and place, baby girl, I will rizz you up.” He snapped a finger at her.
She snorted, then started breaking out into laughter over the ridiculousness of his statement. “Wh-h-hat the fuck..?! Ahahah..!”
Fries quietly laughed at himself, too. He liked this girl. Seems like this’d be a fun relationship.
A loud gasp interrupted their moment. Oh no. Fries recognized the feminine voice. It was so easy to recognize, due to how her voice always uncannily sounded like she was singing. Puffball. “I. Knew it!”
Oh fucking.. hell. Fries shot up in his spot. “Puffball.” He said defensively.
“I knew it! You're into her!”
Barf Bag didn't seem to care, smiling wide at Puffball’s presence.
The pink girl leaned on Fries, smirking wide at him. “That one kiss changed your mind that much, huh, Fries?”
“Puffball, no-”
“Or should I say, Freaky Fries?”
“Oh my god, I'm going to kill you.”
She laughed. She turned her attention to Barf Bag. “Niice choice.” She nodded, giving a brief glance at her. “She's cute.”
Barf Bag snickered. “Please. You're way cuter.”
She gasped. “Thank you! Tell that to Fries! I've tried to charm him, but he just doesn't see the vision.” She sighed lightheartedly.
“Please stop. I don't need you two teaming up against me.”
The two grinned evilly. Puffball rubbed her hands together. “Barfy, can you tell Freaky Fries how ugly his hair is?”
“Oh, it is appalling.” She sassily remarked.
“Puffball, stop being a bad influence on her.” He put a hand on his nose, speaking through grit teeth.
Barf Bag crossed her arms, a hand hovering near her lip. “Not to mention that wack jacket! Red with yellow stripes? Looking like you work at McDonald's.”
Puffball snickered. “Broke ass.”
“Okay, that's it.” Fries quickly stomped over to his new girlfriend. As she was giggling, he planted his lips onto hers, effectively shutting her up. Barf Bag was caught off guard, but eventually melted into the action, closing her eyes and humming as she felt it out. Puffball cheered them on, hyped up.
He leant Barf Bag back a considerable amount. When they separated, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, eyes half lidded. “Ooh, that was sexy, Freaky Fries.” She whispered.
He scoffed. “Consider it official now, if you hadn't already.” He stood her back up.
“Oh, you guys are adorable.” Puffball complimented slyly.
“Fuck you, you don't get to celebrate this.”
“What?!” She complained.
“Come on, BB, let's get drunk and make out together.” He slyly suggested to spite Puffball.
Barf Bag giggled mischievously, grabbing his hands. “Ooh, let's!”
“Don't think you're gonna have fun without me, Fries!”
“Being Gelatin along.” Fries said. “Then we could have a foursome.”
“What the fuck..? Ew!” Puffball laughed.