Camp Closeted

Chapter 23: Caramel Apples and Marshmallows

My cheeks were incredibly reddened as I had on the biggest smile, my head spinning as Logan and I

just sat next to each other on the grass.

We watched Benny dance so carelessly amongst the crowd around him, his red cup that was filled with

alcohol just spilling on people and on him, but nobody even cared.

"Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna, brought the Wraith to China just to race in

China!" Benny screeched the lyrics to the song as his hands went against his knees, beginning to twerk

against random people he didn't even know. "Lil' bad Trini bitch but she mixed with China!" Benny fell

back to a bunch of people as he cackled.

"Why am I not surprised that Benny would be this crazy when he's drunk." I smiled, biting my lip as he

stayed on the ground and wiggled his body like a worm, some people laughing at him as they

continued dancing. "Where did Keanu go?" I asked, feeling so much heat in my face.

Logan remained quiet as he stared at me with his head against his legs that was caged within his arms.

I felt my eyes droop and my mouth slightly widen as my head rocked by itself. "Why are you looking at

me like that Logan?" I asked amused.

Logan looked up to laugh. "Because you're laughing so loud for no reason Micah!" His words slightly

slurred in volume.

My mouth widened as I tilted my head at him. "I am? Oh shit!" Not aware of the fact that I've been

laughing by myself for the past hour. "Being drunk makes me so dizzy." I blurted out.

"Same." Logan yawned, looking down at the red cups underneath us with a grin. "Look at how many

cups we used." He chuckled.

I just remained quiet as I sat still, a huge smile plastered on my face. "Logan." I turned towards him. "I

have a super duper super serious question for you." I tried not to laugh out loud as he turned back

towards me.

His mouth widened in subtle shock. "That's a very serious question. What is it?"

My vision blurred as I moved closer towards Logan, my arms brushing against his. "If your shirt isn't

buttoned, then why even have a shirt on?" I asked loudly over the music as I rapidly pulled his silky

shirt off, exposing his snowy white body that was glistening of sweat. "You look like a marshmallow." I

cackled, not aware of what I was doing but I was doing something.

"Just because I'm pale as hell? Fuck you!" He laughed, his head rubbing against my shoulder for only a

second as he looked back up. "Well you look like a caramel apple!" He deeply snickered, biting into his

reddened lips as his shirtless body fell back against the cold grass.

I glanced at Logan's cloudy hair slightly fall onto his face as his abs and v line bended upward to

stretch, making me unconsciously lay next to him. "Plot twist, caramel apples are a lot sweeter than

marshmallows though!" I smiled, our eyes meeting.

"Prove it." Logan licked his lips at me, setting off something off my brain to do something I don't know

why I wanted to do.

I tucked some strands of his soft hair behind his ear as I smiled, staring at him for only a moment, then

plunging my lips into his warm ones as I quickly went over his body, my arms pushing his chiseled

arms deeper into the ground.

I moved my hands away from his arms and tightly held onto his cheeks, his soft mouth tasted like

alcohol as his hands snaked around my waist, making my body land on his.

A girl's voice quickly emitted in front us. "Brianna, I don't know why but seeing 2 boys kissing turns me

on so much! Can I join you gu-" Another voice quickly interrupted her.

"Sarah shut up! You can't just stare at people kissing and loudly talk about them, let's go!" Another girl

exclaimed, pulling her friend away.

After Logan returned the kiss with a deep groan, I quickly pulled away, smiling at him as we both knew

it didn't mean anything. "Ima use the restroom." I tried to get up as I observed Logan's flushed face,

both of my feet staggering side to side.

My visions being blurred and my head uncontrollably spinning didn't help me walk the dark pebbled

paths in front of me. People looked at me weird since I was laughing for no reason.

"M-Micah! Wait!" Logan's voice began to yell behind me, making me roll my eyes as I just wanted to go

to the restroom. "I promised Benny that I wouldn't let you just go wandering off!"

"I'm just using the restroom, leave me alone!" My voice let out my words in a loud whine.

I ignored him, continuing to walk to the restroom. All of a sudden, I felt his tight grip around my wrist,

making me turn back towards him. "Don't fucking touch me, you're not my mom!" My fist rapidly swung

heavily against his face as I internally screamed inside my head. "Get the hell away from me, I need to

use the restroom!" I gagged as I felt like throwing up.

"Ah! What the fuck is wrong with you Micah!" Logan's hands quickly met his eye as he hissed to

himself, crouching down to the floor to process what just happened.

I feel like I should apologize, but for some reason, I started to feel way to sick to even process anything

right now.

I quickly turned back around, ignoring Logan tend his face as I proceeded to walk back towards the

restroom.

I heard the music begin to fade in the background as I entered the restroom, hissing at the bright lights

inside that almost burned my eyes off. "Fuck you, you bright Teletubbies!" I exclaimed at the people,

making them stare at me wide-eyed as they quickly left the restroom.

What the hell am I on?

My breathing was fast and forceful as I stumbled into the restroom, using the walls for balance.

As I closed the restroom door, I heard it quickly open again, signaling someone coming in after me.

This is so embarrassing that they have to see me look like a complete mess.

Deep voices all of a sudden appeared behind me as I tripped over the flat floor to walk over to the

faucet. "Is that him?" A boy spoke out.

"Yea." A dreamy but slightly raspy voice replied as the boy who it belonged to quickly appeared next to

me. "Fuck, I didn't know Jesse liked drinkers." His hair was dark blonde as he growled into my ear, his

blue eyes staring at my reflection in the mirror.

I quickly turned to him as I used the sink for balance. "Hello Mr. Bean!" I yawned, turning on the faucet

to wash my face.

"Yo, Tristan he really just called you Mr. Bean." Another boy deeply laughed. "This guy is all the way

fucked up, look at him, he's literally turning on an imaginary faucet on the right when it's on the left." I

joined in with their laughter as the boy who just spoke was Miles.

There were at least 3 boys in total but I felt too dizzy to make sure.

"Stop fat shaming me!" I screamed out loud for no reason. What the hell is going on with me? I don't

feel okay.

Just when I tried putting my head down into the sink, I felt a hand quickly bring my head back up, cold

ocean eyes piercing through me, making me talk again. "You're so hot, who are you?" I huskily let out.

The boy let out an angelic smirk at his friends, then looking back at me as his fingers squeezed under

my jaw, bringing my burning cheeks together. "I'm Tristan. You must be Micah."

"A-are you like an FBI agent because how do you know your own name?" I asked with a grin, licking

his fingers that cupped my cheeks.

"Listen." Tristan quickly let go of my jaw in disgust as he threw me back against the tiled floor. "Stay

away from Jesse, okay?" I began to laugh as the pain that surrounded my head felt funny.

"Or what?" I taunted loudly.

Tristan clicked his mouth as he crouched down to look at me, his face slightly surprised at me talking

back to him. "Or I will make you regre-" I quickly interrupted him.

Interrupted him with my mouth which made his gorgeously greenish blue eyes widen at me.

He tasted good..

Like really good...

Tasted like strawberries... Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He took a minute to pull away which surprised me. "I'm serious." Tristan furrowed his eyebrows down

at me as I euphorically smiled. "Stay away from Jesse."

"Who needs Jesse if I have strawberries?" I shrugged, rolling my eyes back as I let out a loud noise.

"WOOHOOOOOOOO!"

Tristan shook his head at me as he tried to hide his burning cheeks and his devilish smile. "I've had

enough, this guy is a joke. Let's go." And with that, he walked out the restroom with his friends.

So this is me drunk huh?

A complete fuck boy?

Interesting..

I laughed to myself as I couldn't help but be shocked to what just happened. I just kissed Jessie's

psycho ex and he tasted like strawberries.

What the actual fuck is wrong with you Micah.