who needs a party

Ellie snuggled close to Eric in the back seat. It was getting chilly and some of their clothes were off. Not everything.

"This is nice," Eric had finally decided. "Who needs a party."

"Do you think they miss us?"

"No," Eric said. Their kisses clicked. And there was a new satisfaction of some kind. They'd finally did it in the backseat of his car. It was perhaps a little cramped, but still amazing. Ellie didn't think that was possible. Of course, they weren't driving around thinking of a place to go just to be alone. Anyway, they hardly got to go anywhere, as it was.

Just then someone peaked at them through the back window in the moonlight.

"Did you see that?" Ellie thought she might jump out of her skin. She scrambled to button up here sweater without her shirt on.

"Holy shit!" Eric jerked up. "Where are my car keys?"

"Aren't they in your pocket?" Ellie asked.

"But they're in the front seat!" He told her as he pushed over her to get up to find them.

They heard laughter then as Eric got his pants. He jerked his key out them.

"We should go," He told her.

She rolled down the window. It was Dylan and Cory.

"What is taking so long?" Cory laughed with his arm around Dylan's shoulder. Neither were going to give him an answer. Eric fussed to get dressed.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Ellie then mentioned to Eric.

"What?" Eric looked at her that this couldn't be happening. "I can take you back to Don and Millie's or some place. Not here."

"But I have to go." Ellie nodded.

"Shit."

So they got out of the car, more or less dressed and walked toward the old farmhouse.

"Then we'll go, right?" Eric nodded.

Ellie nodded back.

Suddenly, Dylan grabbed Ellie's hand. "Come on, I'll show you where the bathroom is." It was dark inside. A few candles flickering. And Slayer was playing.

Ellie felt as if she'd stumbled into a haunted house as they went up the stairs. She looked back to find Eric. She could barely see him in the shadows.

Unfortunately, She could smell that Dylan had been drinking. It was an odd smell. A distinct smell which made her think of the time when she found her father drinking alone. Suddenly, it all seemed quite depressing to her.

"Here you are," Dylan was smiling and so animated.

"Thanks." Bad answer. Next thing she knew his mouth was on hers , and she felt his tongue weighing her down. Down. She was almost in the floor. She pushed him away, squirming. Finally, she closed the bathroom door behind her and hoped it was locked.

She took a deep breath and cringed. What was that about, she thought as she sat down quickly on the commode to take a pee. Ellie wondered if she'd find Eric when she was done. Afterwards, she got up and washed her hands and her face. She even squished some water in her mouth. Never again was Dylan kissing her. It made her gag a little just thinking about his tongue.

She hoped Eric would be waiting outside that door for her.