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We all had our vices, the things that made us click, the things that caused us not to be the person we could fully be. We all had our faults, and I couldn’t deny mine. I was destroyed by my very fear, my very nature. I was someone who I could never want to be. I had become a new person in such a short matter of time. I had become a ghost for less than an hour. I had changed.
I first met Billy Black on the night of a party. Renee and I had gone as a date—nothing too unusual. I had plans to get wasted completely and have sex in someone else’s bed with her, which was pretty much normal for she and I. But all my intentions were blown when I saw him.
He wasn’t extraordinary looking, but he wasn’t plainly ordinary. He was just someone I was really intrigued by. He had dark skin that captivated his whole body, giving him a roughed and aged look. His black hair went down to his back, making him look wise and tired in the wind. It was really something to see, and I found myself not able to look away.
He and a group of friends, whom were much the same, walked over to our group on the beach, probably wanting to join in on the revelry that had been happening. Renee and I were standing on the edge of the party, so we we’re greeted first.
“Party and we didn’t know about it? I sense a crime going on,” some boy jokingly said.
“No,” I started, my voice stale and lifeless, “It’s just a party.”
“Right…” that same boy started. “Well, since we live here ‘n all, could we participate in these festivities?”
Renee jumped in, her bright smile illuminating the tension. “Of course! Just don’t start any drama. Last time that happened Charlie here almost got stuck in jail for a couple of months.”
I turned my eyes at her and glared, letting her know that she was sharing too much information. She grinned at me with an acceptance in her eye. I hoped she’d let it go.
“Let’s get ‘em, boys,” that same guy said, quickly rushing past the two and into the large group. But one stayed behind.
“Sorry about Ephraim,” the wise looking one said. “He’s very…brute.”
“I can tell,” I mumbled.
“I’m Billy,” he said, sticking his hand out.
“Charlie,” I replied. His hand was warm and soft, not rough like I thought it’d be. “And this is Renee.” I left the part out where she was my girlfriend. I didn’t want to tell him that.
“Hi, Billy,” she replied, taking my hand from his. Immediately I missed it.
“Is this party any fun?” he questioned.
“Some,” the brunette replied, her smile bright and contagious. “The men are asses and the women are mighty…skanky, but you get used to it.”
“And what,” he began, “you two are neither?”
“No, I’m a mighty ass, but I try not to be,” I replied honesty, humor in my throat.
“And what about you?” he asked, his dark eyes on Renee.
“Oh, haven’t you heard? I’m too innocent for my own good, at least, that’s what Charlie here says.” She nudged me in the side and I felt suddenly embarrassed.
“I’m sure that can’t be all true. We’ve all got some type of inner animal in us—it’s just begging to get free,” Billy said, a type of wise-humor in his tone.
Renee turned to me, her hand on my chest softly and very quietly she said, “I’m going to go to the bathroom—wherever that is. I’ll see you in a few minutes, kay?”
“Alright,” I replied. She smirked and got on her tip toes, her lips pursed. I pecked her and smiled, feeling my cheeks start to burn as I noticed that Billy the Wise was watching us. The brunette eyed me, a question in her eyes. Obviously, she was wondering when I got so modest with how I am when it comes to her and her lips, but I didn’t answer back.
She left then and I didn’t watch her like I used to. Instead, I was watching Billy, who was watching me in return.
“Aren’t you going to join your friends?” I questioned.
He shrugged. “Not really. I’m not much of a partier.”
“Same.” It was mostly true. “Want a beer, though?”
“A beer sounds good.” I nodded my head and walked away, returning with a stiff one for the both of us.
We stood in front of each other, our eyes anywhere else as we drank the cold beer. It was rather peaceful, besides the loud noise from the large group of people. The waves from the beach were big and noisy, clearly trying to seem like they wanted the attention more. Billy and I gladly gave it to it.
“Want to go take a walk?” he asked after commenting that Renee had seemed to get caught up in the party.
It wasn’t very awkward between us, this I noticed immediately. It was as if we were friends or brother—we were instantly comfortable with each other as we walked past the wild sea and headed for the deep and dark woods, which seemed even more lively then the party or ocean put together.
We didn’t speak much, mostly because we had nothing to say. Instead we just trekked over the fallen trees, roots, and branches until we found an open place in the woods.
“Forks, right?” he asked.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah,” I answered. “And you’re from here, right?”
He smirked. “Actually, I’m from Seattle. I moved here with a friend and his family after I had trouble with my own.”
“I’ve been there before. But only with my dad.”
“Did he skip-out?” Billy questioned.
“Only in the end. He abused my mom, and me, and eventually I had had enough. I snapped. After he realized that I was no longer the scared, little boy, he left us.” Oddly enough, it wasn’t hard to share this information with the total stranger next to me.
“I’m sorry, man,” he said as he placed a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it gently.
That single movement caused me to change, not just mentally but physical. My eyes met his and a connection was formed. He licked his lips and I couldn’t help but feel aroused. I leaned in, inhaling his peppermint scent. Our noses touched, and then our lips. We kissed.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel, but I didn’t expect this. I felt scared and curious, completely intoxicated by his very touch.
A sound echoed around us and we jumped a part, our eyes meeting the lively hazel ones not too far ahead of us.
“Renee,” I stated.
She whimpered a bit and ran away. I felt myself running after her, and Billy ran after me. I stopped once I reached the boarders of the party, he stopped at the tree line. I looked back at him, noticing his ancient eyes had grown even wiser.
We both knew it then as I made my way through the crowd.
We’d never be together.
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