they just kissed. it was a sloppy kiss--it tasted of beer and pizza and cigarrettes and there was a platoon of wasted school chums egging them on--but when they were through with it, when he let go of the back of her head, let go of that handful of her blond hair, when their lips parted, when the music on the sound system unaccountably lapsed, they laughted. it was the most incredible laugh--for both of them--it contained all the tonal shades of laughter, the sputtering of wonder, the chuckle of discovery, the guffaw at the idea of not being alone, of being part of some larger migratory pattern, some history of lovers. they decided to go home with one another on the spot. they dropped everything. left behind their cronies. and they stayed together after that. -rm-
