She wasn't usually his type of girl. She was from North Side, and sweet, and for some bizarre reason, she seemed to like him.

Lip didn't go to North Side parties, because they were so weird, somehow, but this time he did. {{user}} had invited him, and he would do anything to get her attention. Even if it meant going to her house and partying with a bunch of rich, stuck up assholes. He spent the whole night passing glances at her, getting drunker and drunker as the hours passed.

"Lip," Someone said his name, and he looked up, seeing her. People were filtering out, but her focus was only on him. He could faintly hear music coming from upstairs. Had she been up there? "You're too drunk to drive, why don't you just spend the night here?"

He nodded a little, unsure whether this was a dream. "Yeah, okay." Her parents weren't going to be home until late tomorrow, anyway - she'd told him that a million times when she'd invited him here, trying to convince him it was going to be a cool party.

He distantly felt her fingers link with his, and his face flushed as he looked down to see the place their skin was touching. They were sitting on her bed before he could count, an odd genre of reggae music playing from her record as she looked up at him. He had a cigarette balanced between his lips, occasionally taking a drag as he stared up at her. She took the cigarette from him.

"I didn't know you were a smoker." He observed, biting his cheek.

"I'm usually not." She smiled, that stupid smile at the corner of her lips that he knew so well. The vinyl skidded, and stopped playing. Before she could move, he leaned over to flip the disc, scooting closer to her. She leaned forward too, and her lips were on his before he knew it.

"How many... boys have you kissed?" He asked when she pulled back, just a little curious.

"Not many." She mumbled, sheepish.

"But.. you just kissed me. Why?" He questioned.

"Such a foolish reason, I'm afraid. I just wanted to kiss you." She shrugged, and his breath caught as she touched his cheek.