We walked out of the park; the street lamps the only thing to guide us. Alan linked his fingers with mine and kissed my nose.

'It's so dark.' I commented, starting to skip. I dragged Alan along behind me, tugging on his hand. I eventually gave up and became content with just swinging our clasped hands between us.

'I guess. Do you want to go back to mine? It's just down this road.'

'Sure, I don't really feel like walking home anyway. I'll just tell my mum.' I pulled my phone out of my bag and sent my mum a quick text. She was probably going to worry if I didn't tell her. She replied with an okay.

Alan's house was nice. It had a single tree standing out the front and there was a tyre swing hanging from it. Alan opened the front door and led me inside, chucking his keys on the side table before turning around and locking the door.

'My bedroom is the first door to the left in the hallway,' Alan instructed, pointing in the general direction. He walked off and I was left to my own devices. I walked into the hall and saw that there were three doors on the left. One facing me directly and one on my right and left. I opened the once to my left and scrambled back as a few stray towels came tumbling out of the linen cupboard. I picked up the towels and shoved them back in, before more fabric decided to spill off the shelves. I turned to the door on the right and opened it.

Alan's room was not what I would have expected a teenage boy's to be. There were a few band posters on the wall and a whole stack of games littering his desk, but other than that there weren't many personal items. A few trophies and medals were shoved on his bookshelf, the only books it held were this year's English texts, of which were supposed to be shoved in his locker.

A double bed occupied most of the space and a laptop was set up on his desk the room was spotless. I dumped my bag at the foot of his bed and shivered. The house was freezing.

'I see you found the linen cupboard.' Alan smirked at me, handing me a glass of amber liquid.

'What's this?' I asked, inspecting the drink. Alan took a sip of his, and raised his eyebrows.

'Taste and find out.' I sipped the drink and swallowed, sighing in content as it burned my throat on the way down.

'I take it you like it?' I nodded, taking another small sip. Alan sat down on his bed and gestured that I do the same. I plonked myself next to him and already felt the effects of the alcohol altering my system. My eyes darted to his lips for a second before I leaned in and kissed him. It was brief and I pulled back quickly.

'Sorry. That was...' I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence as Alan had leaned back in. I tasted the whiskey on his lips and suddenly craved more, ducking back out of the sipping and taking another gulp. Alan watched me, a smirk on his face. I reattached my lips and snaked my arms around his neck, twisting his hair around my fingers.

It was Alan's turn to pull away this time.

'Wow, you're a really good kisser.' He commented, taking a sip of his own drink. I looked at my tumbler and saw that it was empty.

'Oops.' I said sadly.

'There is more, you know.' Alan said, downing the rest of his own. He plucked my cup from my hands and walked off. Alan returned and a thought occurred to me.

'Are your parents okay with you just helping yourself to whiskey?'

Alan shook his head. 'Not that they'll ever know, either. They're away for the weekend. I just have to get someone to buy me another bottle or however much I drink and bam! No harm done.' He placed the glass in my hands and put his next to his bed. I continued drinking mine; trying to slow my fast beating heart. I was alone at a guy's house. No parents. What would my mum say?

She said she trusted you!

She never gave me a handbook on instructions for this though!

Figure it out on your own.

But I can't. I don't know the correct social convention.

While I waged a war inside my head, my second glass had disappeared. My vision was now foggy and Alan's lips were on mine now I had discarded the glass.

'You're drinking that way too fast, Diana.' He said, pulling me onto his lap. He started planting small kisses on my neck and shoulders, while I simply hugged him. My head was spinning and he was the only solid object that I could register. I yawned while Alan was kissing my shoulders and he chuckled.

'Ready to go to bed?' I nodded sleepily.

'I don't have any clothes though.' Alan moved me off his lap and onto the bed and he went to rummage in his wardrobe. I lay down with my head on the pillow and snuggled into the sheets. Alan came back a few minutes later and shook me from my half unconscious state. He handed me a shirt and I quickly discarded my own, pulling his on. I unhooked my bra and shimmied it off and it quickly joined my shirt in my bag. Alan's shirt was huge on me, so I had no problems in taking off my jeans and getting back under the covers. While I was changing, Alan had stripped off his own clothes and hopped into bed. His own whiskey glass was finished and he was almost snoring. I cuddled up next to his side, before also falling asleep.

'Goodnight, Diana.'

- - -

I woke up with a slightly sore head. Alan was laying beside me, once again playing with the ends of my hair.

'Good morning.' Alan said, kissing my forehead. He start placing small kisses all over my face; much like last night. He moved down to my neck, and I started talking.

'Alan, what are we going to do about us? I don't want to control your friendships, but I know that what I said was true; you would have no other friends.' I started.

Alan's low laugh traveled to my ears, his warm breath hitting my neck.

'Fine, but your friendships are important to me. I may not like your friends; but what else could we do?'

Alan looked up at me with doe eyes.

'And no, you're not giving them up.'

'Are you sure we couldn't talk about this later?' Alan asked, nibbling my ear.

'That tickles,' I giggled, flinching away as his hair lightly trailed along my neck. Alan moved back.

'That doesn't mean I didn't like it.'

Alan rolled his eyes, leaning back in and planting fairy kisses in a line up my neck; they were light and delicate, just a whisper of a kiss.

'And yes, I'm sure Alan.'

'Diana, we've got the house to ourselves and you want to talk about school issues?'

I sighed.

'Besides,' he dropped his voice lower, 'we have all weekend.' He looked at me from underneath his lashes, his chocolate orbs darting to my lips before he leaned in and kissed them. This kiss was more urgent than the rest he had been dotting around my face. He rearranged himself on the bed above me, so that no weight was put on my still-sore body. I started panicking again, the war from last night once again entering my mind. Alan kissed me deeply, running his tongue over my lip. I denied him access and put both of my hands on his chest.

'Alan, stop.' I said, breathless. He fell back down on the bed beside me.

'I'm sorry, Diana.' He said softly, stroking my face. 'I wasn't going to do anything.'

'I know that; it's just. You're my first boyfriend. My second kiss and last night was my first date. It's moved really fast and you may be used to this, but I'm not.'

Alan blinked, 'First boyfriend?' I blushed, realising we hadn't made it official.

'I mean -'

'No, it's fine, Ana, I think of you as my girlfriend.' Alan said. I smiled at him. 'But what I don't get is that I'm your first. Weren't you together with that Jay kid?' I shook my head,

'Oh no! We've known each other since birth. It would be weird.'

'Oh,' Alan said softly, 'because it looked like he had a major crush on you.' I blushed. I didn't exactly want to go into the whole Jay explanation with Alan. I hadn't even told Jessica the half of it.

'Really?' I decided to play dumb, 'I never noticed.' Alan looked at me strangely, but didn't question it.

'Anyway, I probably have to get going. You know.' I said quickly, kissing him and clambering out of bed. I yanked my jeans on and walked out of the room to put my own shirt on. As I was gathering my stuff, Alan got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. He returned and walked me to the door, handing my a piece of toast.

'Bye.' He said, placing a kiss on my forehead. I smiled at him and accepted the toast, before rushing out the door.

Notes

Title cred: Secrets - The Pierces