Giggles and Shag Carpet Kisses

I lean into kiss him and pull back exasperated as his giggles fill the air.

“What on earth could possibly possess you to giggle at this moment. “

“I can’t help it.” He gives me a pouty look and I absolutely melt. I jump into his ocean blue eyes and swim for what seems like ever. “Danner?”

“Sorry” I mumble, embarrassed. Here we lay, on the off colored shag carpeting of his basement. The same basement we’ve played video games in since we where twelve. I have my head on his chest, immersing myself in the comfort that surrounds us. His twin brother hurries around upstairs, sent for some stupid task that we only thought up to have time alone.

“What do you think Jax would think if he knew?” We’ve discussed telling him more times than I can count, but the event has yet to occur.

“Let’s not” He whispers to me and then drags his finger under my chin, feeling the stubble. I give in, of course. How could I not. Here is the boy, I am madly in love with, whispering things into my ear that make me blush worse than that awkward sex talk I was forced to have with my mum.

“Okay” I whisper leaning into kiss him. My lips lightly brush his and then pull back quickly, waiting for the giggles. They never come.

“Hey you. Come back here” He purrs and I immediately oblige. I trap my lips over his and press our bodies together. He moans and throws his arms around me, pulling us closer together. “I love you” he whispers into my ear and he gently bites at the lobe.

“I love you too, darling.” He smiles at the pet name and leans up to kiss me again. It’s funny how much you can love just one person. Especially a person you grew up with, a person you where in diapers with. We where running around naked together before we where dating. Ironic isn’t it?

The creak of the stairs lets us know that Jackson will soon appear and we pull apart regrettably.

“Hey guys. I found the pops. Why the hell where they in the bathroom?” Jackson sends Jasper a questioning look and we can only laugh and shrug. It could possibly be due to the fact that Jas and I hid them there so it would take Jackson a considerably longer time to find them. I steal a wink at Jasper and he winks back. Jackson shrugs and tosses us each a can of soda.

I watch as they start to fight, something stupid of course. They actually get along better than any siblings I know. Jackson and Jasper. It’s so hard to yell at them sometimes. One name blends into the other and I’m just the incoherent moron yelling at his two best friends.

I thank God for Jasper’s birthmark, placed seductively on his shoulder. Sometimes I wonder if I would be able to tell them apart. They both have that signature dark chocolate hair that hangs in their eyes, so blue. Jackson has more of the preppy, ‘yes, I know I’m incredibly good looking’ look, while Jas holds his beauty with grace. His black, skinny, jeans cling to his legs and his black hoodie proclaiming some unheard of, yet incredibly amazing band fit him perfectly. I love his style. It’s so… All his own.

Jackson throws a controller at me and we are immediately immersed in killing the newest crack dealer. I wonder why I play these games, they really have no point. But then Jaspers hand brushes my knee and I realize I’d do just about anything to be around him. We play for a long time, the hours passing in blurs of car chases and violent street killings. We are only halted when Jackson stands up, throws on his lettermen jacket and tells us he’s got a date with some chick on the volleyball team.

“Does she have a name?” Jasper questions him. Jackson’s relationships are usually on a need to know basis and he rarely needs to know, nor cares, what the girls name is. He just wants the sex, which is inevitable, because every girl he dates has gotten paid for her services at one time or another. I guess being the big, college jock really pays off.

“It’s like Angel or something.” Jasper scoffs and then turns away.

“Figures” he mutters. Jackson turns and runs up the stairs, leaving Jasper and I to ourselves once again. I lean my head down until it rests comfortably on Jasper’s shoulder.

“Jas?” I question him. “Why is your brother the shallowest person to ever exist?”

“Bad genes” he mutters under his breath and I laugh and slap him playfully on the chest. “Oh…” he coos, “that might need a kiss.”

“Okay” I mumble pushing down onto the couch and climbing on top of him. I lift his shirt up and gently place kisses on his pale chest. He throws his arms around me and envelopes me in a hug. I sigh, contently, and lay with him. I swear, days upon weeks could pass by with us on his ugly seventies couch and I wouldn’t mind at all. I wouldn’t mind if the world ended and all that was left was he, this couch, and I. Hell, we could even get rid of the couch. I never liked it anyway. It reminds me of my grandparents.

“What are we gonna do now?” I question him, becoming restless.

“Um… let’s…eat. “

“Taco Bell” I squeal, tearing myself away from him and jumping up and down on the couch. My childish side never fails to show, but Jasper seems to enjoy it, so I don’t feel the need to suppress it.

“Okay, cupcake.”

“Can we get those too?” I question him. I have now transformed into a seven year old, but I don’t care. My happiness will take me to oblivion and back before I ever lose it. He laughs at me and stands up, his fingers intertwining with mine. I kiss his hand gently and then regretfully remove my fingers as we make our way through his house. His mother sits at the kitchen table, her rich red hair pulled back into a bun and her black framed glasses on the tip of her nose.

“Bye, Char.” I yell as Jasper and I exit the door. His mother is and always will be, in a sense, my mother.

We make our way to his beat up Vette and I climb inside. “Hello Amber” I whisper, running my fingers over the dash. Jasper named his car the second he got her. Amber. He refuses to tell me where he got the name. He says he’ll take it to his grave. I figure I’ll get it out of him someday.

“So, Jas. Why’d you name her Amber? Huh? Why?”

“You’ll never know.” He tells me and gives me a wink as we make our way along the sleepy streets of our town. No one is out. It is eleven o’clock at night. On a Friday night. And no one is out. They’re all such squares. Bleh.

A half an hour later Jasper and I sit in the freezing Taco Bell lobby, happily eating our food. “Mmmm” I mumble as I eat my Crunchwrap. He smiles at me and rubs my knee under the table. I shudder.

After we finish our food he drives me over to Country-Mart and we spend fifteen minutes running up and down the aisles, looking for the most random things to buy. I come up with cupcakes and a box of tropical condoms. Laughing, Jasper throws the condoms in my face and proceeds to pay for the cupcakes and his one liter of Mountain Dew. We leave the store hand in hand, his fingers intertwined in mine.

On the way home I pretend to pout, upset he wouldn’t buy what I wanted. “Oh love” he whispers and kisses my hand, his eyes scanning the road the whole time he speaks. “It’ll be alright” I nod and kiss his hand in return.

We reenter his house and with a wave to his mum we are back down in the basement, back in the same position. He on the couch, I on top of him, my head resting on his chest, rising and falling with his breathing. We lay like that forever. I realize that he has fallen asleep and for a while I just stare at his sleeping form. He looks so at peace like this. I am utterly amazed by him. After awhile I realize my own tiredness and lay my head on his chest. I fall asleep instantly, in utter sync with the man underneath me.

I awake to eyes. Big, deep blue eyes staring at me. “Do you really want to know why I named her Amber?”

“Yeah” I say, in utter shock that he has chosen now to tell me. He looks at me seriously for a minute and I shrink in fear.

“Do you remember that day I went with you to visit your mum in the hospital?”

“Yeah” I whisper, recalling painfully the years my mother spent battling cancer before she finally passed, weeks before my thirteenth birthday.

“Well, she told me while you where out getting a soda, that if you where born a girl, she was going to name you Amber.”

I laugh and stare at him for a second, wondering if he is serious. He stares at me and his eyes tell me all I need to know. “Baby, you named your car after me” I squeal and kiss him deeply. I am in love with this man. So, incredibly, in love. And it is absolutely amazing. And then as I deepen our kiss, he starts to giggle.