Untouched

Oli

Curtis called me, telling me there will be yet another party and his place.

“I know you have a boyfriend, are you gonna stay home with him?” Curtis asked as we sat in my room.

“Dude, I never pass up a party.” I stated.

He shrugged, “It just seems like he has you wrapped around his anorexic finger.”

I glared at him, “No he does not, and he’s not even anorexic.” I yelled defensively.

“Sure, ok Oli whatever you say.”

I continued to glare at him, “Don’t ever make fun of Christofer.” I warned.

“And you say you’re not whipped?” Curtis asked flipping through a music magazine.

“I’m not.” I yelled.

“Denial is part of it.”

“Ok, I think you need to leave.” I said abruptly.

“Whatever, I’ll see you at the party,” he stated. “And bring that uptight boyfriend of yours too.”

Before I could yell at him, he was gone.



“Please Christofer.” I begged through the phone.

“N-no.”

“Please, for me.” If only I could use my puppy dog face.

“N-no.”

“Please Christofer, I’ll do absolutely anything for you.”

He hesitated, “Anything?” he questioned.

He didn’t say it sexually, but something else I couldn’t understand.

“Anything.” I repeated.

He sighed, “F-fine.”

I smiled, “Thank you so much. I’ll come get you in an hour.”

He hung up without replying.

I fist pumped and ran over to Tom’s room, knocking on the door.

“Yeah?”

I opened the door and stepped in, walking over to his desk and sat next to him.

“When’s the party?” Tom asked.

He’s good.

“At 9.”

“That’s in an hour. Did you invite you’re fag?”

I glared at my younger brother, “Don’t call him that, because you are calling me that.”

“Oli, you aren’t gay. You’re Bi.”

I ignored him, “So are you coming?”

“Give me a few to get ready.”

I grinned, “I knew I could count on you.”

I ruffled his hair and left him to get ready.



Tom and I drove over to Christofer’s house.

Silence filling the small car as we neared the home.

“Just get in the back seat and wait.” I instructed him, parking about a few houses away.

I slammed the door and walked over to Christofer’s window,

I knocked on it softly, waiting for Christofer to come.

The window slide open a little and Christofer slipped out.

Smiled and wrapped m arms around him, “Hello.” I whispered in his ear.

“H-hi.” He said.

I nibbled at the bottom of his ear, his breathing became irregular.

I smirked and twisted his dirty blonde hair in my fingers.

“L-lets go.” He whispered pulling away.

I took his hand in mine and we rushed over to my car.

I opened the door for Christofer, and he slide.

I slammed the door and jogged over to the driver’s seat.

I started the car, and began to drive to Curtis’s house, which is a 15 minute drive from here.

The ride was silent, I reached over for Christofer’s hands but he pulled away.

I frowned and tried not to look at him so much, so I wouldn’t crash or anything.

“You ok?” I asked Christofer.

He nodded and kept his gaze out the window.

“You sure?” I asked.

He nodded again and began to tug on his sleeves.

“You didn’t” I begged glancing to him through the corner of my eyes.

“I-I didin’t.”

“You’re lying, why did you do it?”

He didn’t reply, I could feel his uncomfort.

Then I remember, Tom was in the back seat.

“We’ll discuss this later.” I told him as we parked on the street.



I sat on the couch, a beer bottle in one hand and some girl next to me.

I chugged another beer and took a long drag of some shit that Curtid handed me.

The girl leaned over and placed a sloppy kiss on my lips.
Her lips didn’t taste good, not at all.

More like alcohol and drugs, not very attractive.

But I was in a drunken state of mind, so I smiled and brought her into my lap, kissing back.

The rest of the right became nothing but a blur in my memory.