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toxic_cornSeries: When I Was A Boy
Title: Momentary Thing (6/12)
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Firefly belongs to Joss Whedon, the kids belong to me.
Summary: Jamey's first party.
Notes: Halfway point, six more stories to go. Sequel series to Songs From A Firefly. To catch up on this current series check out the Organizational Post.
Momentary Thing
Jamey was fifteen years old, going on sixteen and he’d never been kissed. Well, not by anyone who wasn’t family. He’d always had his heart set on Lady being his first kiss but getting time alone with her was impossible. And David liked her, too.
So when Lady had gotten an invitation to attend her friend’s co-ed birthday party, he’d agreed with a great deal of excitement. The party was on the planet Lady and her siblings had grown up on, Zoe’s home world. Lady had kept in touch with this friend since they’d all made the move to Haven, and the girl’s sixteenth birthday party was going to be huge. The girl had said it would be all right for Lady to bring Jamey and David along for the ride.
Now that excitement was gone. Jamey wasn’t used to large groups like this and he had an easier time relating to adults rather than people his own age. He was the tallest person in the room and stuck out like a sore thumb. And no one was talking to him.
So he sat slouched at one of the picnic tables, drinking his third cup of punch. He thought longingly of Serenity’s wiring and the theory he was working on to improve the electricity by a whole tenth of a-
“This seat taken?”
Jamey looked up in surprise. A rather plain looking girl with frizzy brown hair dropped down onto the bench beside him without waiting for an answer.
“I’m Ali,” she said. “You’re Lady’s friend, right?”
“Yeah.” Jamey looked to where some of the kids were dancing and saw David spinning Lady around, the two laughing fit to beat the band. He scowled into his cup and hunched his shoulders, hoping Ali would go away.
The girl didn’t catch the hint. “You gonna tell me your name or do I have to guess?” Again, before he could respond, she asked, “Ricky?”
“No.”
“Mike?”
“No.”
“Adam?”
“No!” Jamey was sick of this game. “It’s Jamey.”
Ali beamed at him. “I was just about to say that!”
“Right.” Jamey looked into his cup and saw that he still had a lot of punch left, so he couldn’t use getting a refill as an excuse to leave.
“You see that girl over there, Jamey? The blonde one with the all the boys around her?”
Jamey looked and spotted her just off the dance floor. He didn’t really care for blondes and didn’t quite understand the fixation other men had with them. “What about her?”
“She’s my sister. I hate her.” Jamey was startled by Ali’s casual tone. “Is the boy dancing with Lady your brother?”
“My cousin.”
“Since he stole your girl, do you hate him? I don’t blame you if you do,” she said, eagerly.
“No, I don’t hate ‘im! He’s my best friend! She’s not even my- aw, forget it.” Jamey stood up, not even bothering to look for a polite excuse to leave. But before he could take his first step, Ali grabbed his shirt tail.
“I’m sorry,” she said, looking embarrassed. “It’s just that I really hate parties and I never know what to say. So I end up sayin’ the wrong thing.”
Jamey relaxed and dropped into his seat. “You should try sayin’ nothin’ at all.”
“Yeah. Ma says that ain’t in my nature, though. She says I’d yak and yak until judgement day if I didn’t have to eat and sleep occasionally.” Ali rolled her eyes with a self-deprecating smile on her face. “So where ya’ll from?”
“Haven.”
“Never heard of it.”
“It was a little mining settlement. Our friend Shepherd Book lived there and we stayed with him when we weren’t out in the black.”
“Wow.” Ali smiled, dreamily. “That sounds so exciting.”
“Actually, it’s pretty boring,” Jamey said with a shrug. “Cap gets jobs and there’s not much chance for sight-seeing since we usually hafta leave in a hurry.”
Ali frowned. “Why?”
Jamey started to laugh. “You got an hour?”
~*~
The birthday girl clapped her hands together, interrupting Jamey and Ali’s conversation. “Okay, ya’ll, gather ‘round! We’re gonna play Spin the Bottle!”
“Spin the Bottle?” Jamey gave Ali a puzzled look. She grinned and tugged him over to where the other guests were gathering around in a seated circle.
“You never played before?”
“No.”
“You’ve at least heard of it, right?”
“Huh uh.”
Ali’s grin turned more wicked. “Then you’re in for a surprise, Jamey.”
The birthday girl tossed her hair. “Okay, since it’s my birthday, I get to decide who spins first. And I say Lady starts since she’s been gone so long and we missed her, right?”
The guests cheered and Lady accepted the bottle that was handed to her. She looked at it, puzzled.
“Set it on the floor and spin it, Lady,” the birthday girl said impatiently.
Lady set it down in the middle of the circle and spun it, then sat back on her heels. “Now what?”
“Wait and see who it points to.”
The bottle slowed down and stopped, pointing at David. “Is it my turn to spin it?” he asked. He looked over at Jamey and they exchanged a look that said This is the stupidest game ever invented.
“Yes, after Lady kisses you,” the birthday girl said.
“What?” Jamey, David, and Lady cried.
“Go on,” some kid said. “I want my turn.”
“Me too!”
Blushing, Lady and David got up and met in the middle of the circle. Jamey looked away while the others hooted and cat called. He only looked up when David was back in his place, spinning the bottle, face flushed. The bottle landed on Ali’s sister.
The game went on and Jamey sort of tuned out, trying not to think about David and Lady kissing. It made a lump form in his throat and his chest sting.
Then he looked up in time to see Ali spin the bottle. Wait. Ali got kissed? He scowled. This game should be outlawed. He glared at the streamers hanging from the pavilion and wished again that he’d just stayed at home.
“Um, Jamey?”
He looked up to find the whole party staring at him. Ali was looking at him expectantly.
“What?” He looked down at the floor.
The bottle was pointing at him.
“Oh,” he said stupidly.
Everyone giggled and Jamey stood up, hunching his shoulders. He shuffled over to the middle of the circle and was amazed by how short Ali was. And how kinda pretty she was up close; she had light brown freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks.
Jamey bent his knees to accommodate her shorter height just as she lifted up onto her tiptoes and their mouths smashed so hard their teeth clicked together audibly. There was more giggling but Jamey didn’t notice.
Her mouth felt all soft and warm and she smelled like oranges.
She pulled away first and Jamey slowly blinked his eyes open.
“Your turn,” Ali said, softly. She smiled at him and sat back down in her spot.
Jamey knelt down on the ground and eagerly spun the bottle. This was the best damn game ever.
The bottle landed on Ali again.
“Oooooh,” the party go-ers said, some of them elbowing each other.
“Now you have to use tongues,” the birthday girl squealed.
Jamey swallowed and stood up again to meet Ali in the circle. Her face was bright pink.
“I’ve never tongue kissed before,” she whispered. “I’ll prolly be bad.”
“I haven’t either,” Jamey admitted. “It’s okay.”
He gripped her waist and lifted her up onto her tiptoes, lowering his head to hers. It was just as nice as last time, though this time they cautiously opened their mouths and her tongue lightly brushed over his, tasting like the fruity punch they’d been drinking. Jamey unconsciously tightened his grip on her and shivered a little.
Slowly, they parted and Jamey brought a finger up to trace over the freckles on Ali’s left cheek, smiling at the dazed expression on her face.
“Your turn,” he whispered.
Ali waited a moment before stepping away from him and then spun the bottle.
It landed on Jamey again.
“That’s it,” the birthday girl snapped irritably. “Game over.”
“She’s cheating,” some girl said, angrily. “I want a chance to kiss him!”
“Me too!” some other girl piped up.
The birthday girl snatched up the bottle. “Well tough, game over. I wanna open my presents now.”
Jamey and Ali missed all of this. They were too busy staring at each other.
~*~
“So how’d the party go?” Pop asked once they were back on the ship.
Jamey grinned and held up a slip of paper. “I met a girl.”
Pop slapped him on the back hard enough to knock the breath out of him. “You’re a Cobb man, alright!”
He didn’t think he’d ever really contact Ali. The chances of going back to that world were pretty slim and it wouldn’t be fun to be pining for someone he couldn’t be with.
But then he looked up in time to see David and Lady walking along, brushing the backs of their hands together and turned to go off to his dorm.
Do enough of that as it is, he thought, crumbling Ali’s information up in a little ball.
END
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Title: Momentary Thing (6/12)
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Firefly belongs to Joss Whedon, the kids belong to me.
Summary: Jamey's first party.
Notes: Halfway point, six more stories to go. Sequel series to Songs From A Firefly. To catch up on this current series check out the Organizational Post.
Momentary Thing
Jamey was fifteen years old, going on sixteen and he’d never been kissed. Well, not by anyone who wasn’t family. He’d always had his heart set on Lady being his first kiss but getting time alone with her was impossible. And David liked her, too.
So when Lady had gotten an invitation to attend her friend’s co-ed birthday party, he’d agreed with a great deal of excitement. The party was on the planet Lady and her siblings had grown up on, Zoe’s home world. Lady had kept in touch with this friend since they’d all made the move to Haven, and the girl’s sixteenth birthday party was going to be huge. The girl had said it would be all right for Lady to bring Jamey and David along for the ride.
Now that excitement was gone. Jamey wasn’t used to large groups like this and he had an easier time relating to adults rather than people his own age. He was the tallest person in the room and stuck out like a sore thumb. And no one was talking to him.
So he sat slouched at one of the picnic tables, drinking his third cup of punch. He thought longingly of Serenity’s wiring and the theory he was working on to improve the electricity by a whole tenth of a-
“This seat taken?”
Jamey looked up in surprise. A rather plain looking girl with frizzy brown hair dropped down onto the bench beside him without waiting for an answer.
“I’m Ali,” she said. “You’re Lady’s friend, right?”
“Yeah.” Jamey looked to where some of the kids were dancing and saw David spinning Lady around, the two laughing fit to beat the band. He scowled into his cup and hunched his shoulders, hoping Ali would go away.
The girl didn’t catch the hint. “You gonna tell me your name or do I have to guess?” Again, before he could respond, she asked, “Ricky?”
“No.”
“Mike?”
“No.”
“Adam?”
“No!” Jamey was sick of this game. “It’s Jamey.”
Ali beamed at him. “I was just about to say that!”
“Right.” Jamey looked into his cup and saw that he still had a lot of punch left, so he couldn’t use getting a refill as an excuse to leave.
“You see that girl over there, Jamey? The blonde one with the all the boys around her?”
Jamey looked and spotted her just off the dance floor. He didn’t really care for blondes and didn’t quite understand the fixation other men had with them. “What about her?”
“She’s my sister. I hate her.” Jamey was startled by Ali’s casual tone. “Is the boy dancing with Lady your brother?”
“My cousin.”
“Since he stole your girl, do you hate him? I don’t blame you if you do,” she said, eagerly.
“No, I don’t hate ‘im! He’s my best friend! She’s not even my- aw, forget it.” Jamey stood up, not even bothering to look for a polite excuse to leave. But before he could take his first step, Ali grabbed his shirt tail.
“I’m sorry,” she said, looking embarrassed. “It’s just that I really hate parties and I never know what to say. So I end up sayin’ the wrong thing.”
Jamey relaxed and dropped into his seat. “You should try sayin’ nothin’ at all.”
“Yeah. Ma says that ain’t in my nature, though. She says I’d yak and yak until judgement day if I didn’t have to eat and sleep occasionally.” Ali rolled her eyes with a self-deprecating smile on her face. “So where ya’ll from?”
“Haven.”
“Never heard of it.”
“It was a little mining settlement. Our friend Shepherd Book lived there and we stayed with him when we weren’t out in the black.”
“Wow.” Ali smiled, dreamily. “That sounds so exciting.”
“Actually, it’s pretty boring,” Jamey said with a shrug. “Cap gets jobs and there’s not much chance for sight-seeing since we usually hafta leave in a hurry.”
Ali frowned. “Why?”
Jamey started to laugh. “You got an hour?”
The birthday girl clapped her hands together, interrupting Jamey and Ali’s conversation. “Okay, ya’ll, gather ‘round! We’re gonna play Spin the Bottle!”
“Spin the Bottle?” Jamey gave Ali a puzzled look. She grinned and tugged him over to where the other guests were gathering around in a seated circle.
“You never played before?”
“No.”
“You’ve at least heard of it, right?”
“Huh uh.”
Ali’s grin turned more wicked. “Then you’re in for a surprise, Jamey.”
The birthday girl tossed her hair. “Okay, since it’s my birthday, I get to decide who spins first. And I say Lady starts since she’s been gone so long and we missed her, right?”
The guests cheered and Lady accepted the bottle that was handed to her. She looked at it, puzzled.
“Set it on the floor and spin it, Lady,” the birthday girl said impatiently.
Lady set it down in the middle of the circle and spun it, then sat back on her heels. “Now what?”
“Wait and see who it points to.”
The bottle slowed down and stopped, pointing at David. “Is it my turn to spin it?” he asked. He looked over at Jamey and they exchanged a look that said This is the stupidest game ever invented.
“Yes, after Lady kisses you,” the birthday girl said.
“What?” Jamey, David, and Lady cried.
“Go on,” some kid said. “I want my turn.”
“Me too!”
Blushing, Lady and David got up and met in the middle of the circle. Jamey looked away while the others hooted and cat called. He only looked up when David was back in his place, spinning the bottle, face flushed. The bottle landed on Ali’s sister.
The game went on and Jamey sort of tuned out, trying not to think about David and Lady kissing. It made a lump form in his throat and his chest sting.
Then he looked up in time to see Ali spin the bottle. Wait. Ali got kissed? He scowled. This game should be outlawed. He glared at the streamers hanging from the pavilion and wished again that he’d just stayed at home.
“Um, Jamey?”
He looked up to find the whole party staring at him. Ali was looking at him expectantly.
“What?” He looked down at the floor.
The bottle was pointing at him.
“Oh,” he said stupidly.
Everyone giggled and Jamey stood up, hunching his shoulders. He shuffled over to the middle of the circle and was amazed by how short Ali was. And how kinda pretty she was up close; she had light brown freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks.
Jamey bent his knees to accommodate her shorter height just as she lifted up onto her tiptoes and their mouths smashed so hard their teeth clicked together audibly. There was more giggling but Jamey didn’t notice.
Her mouth felt all soft and warm and she smelled like oranges.
She pulled away first and Jamey slowly blinked his eyes open.
“Your turn,” Ali said, softly. She smiled at him and sat back down in her spot.
Jamey knelt down on the ground and eagerly spun the bottle. This was the best damn game ever.
The bottle landed on Ali again.
“Oooooh,” the party go-ers said, some of them elbowing each other.
“Now you have to use tongues,” the birthday girl squealed.
Jamey swallowed and stood up again to meet Ali in the circle. Her face was bright pink.
“I’ve never tongue kissed before,” she whispered. “I’ll prolly be bad.”
“I haven’t either,” Jamey admitted. “It’s okay.”
He gripped her waist and lifted her up onto her tiptoes, lowering his head to hers. It was just as nice as last time, though this time they cautiously opened their mouths and her tongue lightly brushed over his, tasting like the fruity punch they’d been drinking. Jamey unconsciously tightened his grip on her and shivered a little.
Slowly, they parted and Jamey brought a finger up to trace over the freckles on Ali’s left cheek, smiling at the dazed expression on her face.
“Your turn,” he whispered.
Ali waited a moment before stepping away from him and then spun the bottle.
It landed on Jamey again.
“That’s it,” the birthday girl snapped irritably. “Game over.”
“She’s cheating,” some girl said, angrily. “I want a chance to kiss him!”
“Me too!” some other girl piped up.
The birthday girl snatched up the bottle. “Well tough, game over. I wanna open my presents now.”
Jamey and Ali missed all of this. They were too busy staring at each other.
“So how’d the party go?” Pop asked once they were back on the ship.
Jamey grinned and held up a slip of paper. “I met a girl.”
Pop slapped him on the back hard enough to knock the breath out of him. “You’re a Cobb man, alright!”
He didn’t think he’d ever really contact Ali. The chances of going back to that world were pretty slim and it wouldn’t be fun to be pining for someone he couldn’t be with.
But then he looked up in time to see David and Lady walking along, brushing the backs of their hands together and turned to go off to his dorm.
Do enough of that as it is, he thought, crumbling Ali’s information up in a little ball.
END
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