Title:  The Back Room
 It’s really not as bad as it sounds.  It’s titled as
it is merely for lack of a better title.

Author:  Aspen Shiyan

Category:  HR

Rating:  not as bad as the title says

Disclaimer:  I own nothing.  Don’t sue.

Note:  Based on an actual event that involves me and
my ex, (we’re still really good friends), I just
replaced him with Jonny and replaced myself with
Jessie.  The creepy thing is my friend(Chris) looks
somewhat like Jonny, blonde hair, blue eyes… Chris’s
hair is a bit longer though.  Jessie(on the ML) gave
me the idea to make this into a fic(thanks!).
 

    The Back Room
The day started like any other, I went to my first
period class, got out and headed to my next class in
the 200 building.  As I entered the hall I spotted
him, chatting with a handful of our friends.  I smiled
walking up to them and joining the conversation.  I
can’t remember what it was about, big events sort of
mask little ones in your memory.  As the next period
was about to start our friends started dispersing,
running off to their classes and only him and I were
left.
He turned to me and smiled.  That smile still makes my
heart stop.  “Well, Jess, wanna go to class?”
We had this class together.  “Do I ever *want* to go
to class?”
“Well, no, but we should probably go.”
“Figures…”
We entered the Drama room through the dressing room
doors, as usual, found two seats, as usual, were
extremely bored and restless, as usual.  Finally the
class broke up into groups to practise our parts in
the play.  Neither of us had any parts.  It took Jonny
about 30 seconds before he suddenly got that
mischeivious look.
“Think he’d notice if we left?” he smiled
mischeiviously.
I tossed a look back at the teacher who was busy
commenting on some girls’ scene.  “Nah, what do you
have up your sleeve this time, Quest?”
He just smiled again and grabbed my arm, pulling me
through a door into the dressing rooms.  I turned
around quickly and made sure the door shut quietly.
There were 4 doors in the room that I’d never been in
before.
He opened one and looked inside, “just a make-up
room,” he remarked.
I opened another door, “same thing here.”
He found another door and looked inside, “heeeeeeeey,
a scene shop,” he walked in and I ran after him,
catching the door.
It was dim in the room, all the lights were off except
one emergency light.  We looked around, nails and
bolts in boxes on shelves, props, boards, lots of
boards, everywhere, a radio.  He walked over to the
radio and messed with it for a while until he got what
he wanted, it was a local alternative staion.  I
wandered around the room, more nails and bolts, boards
upon boards, everywhere, and boxes.
“Hey, Jess…” I looked back at him, he was holding two
sords, one in his right hand, ready to fight, another
in his left hand, held out to me.
I smiled and crossed to him, taking one of the swords.
 “On guard.”
“On guard.”
The swords were bloody heavy and he had somewhat of an
advantage over me being the stronger of us.
Surprisingly enough I’d gotten the tip of my sword to
touch his stomach a couple of times while he only hit
mine once.  After a while our arms got tired and we
went back to exploring.  We’d explored every inch of
the room, jumped and played on some of the boards
before finally deciding to see what was behind that
last door in the dressing room…
Jonny opened the door and peered in, with me looking
over his shoulder, which was hard to do, him being
over 6 inches taller than me.  The room was pitch
black, no emergency lights in here.  I went around him
and stepped in.  He followed and the door shut quietly
behind us, making the room even darker.  I couldn’t
see a thing, not even my hand which I had held up just
to the end of my nose.  I held out my hand to the
side, searching for the wall.  Finding it I slowly
walked farther into the room.  I thought that that the
room was just going to go on forever until me legs hit
something hard.  I timidly felt it with my hand and
found that it was a table, climbing onto it I found
there was one behind it, and one behind it, and one
behind it, all pushed end to end together.
“Jonny?”
“Yeah?”
“Where are you?”
“I’m right here, where are you?”
“Don’t get smart.”
“That’d be a tradgedy wouldn’t it?”
“Just hold out your hand so I can see where you are.”
“I *am* holding out a hand.”
After a bit more remarks and fumbling around, we
finally found each other’s hands.  We held hands and I
led him to where I was and onto the tables.  It was
awkward for a moment because we hadn’t held hands
since we’d gone out and a pain went through me at the
memory of our break up.
We just stood there for a minute, knowing that we were
staring at each other, but not being able to see the
other.  Finally he crawled pass me and found a
comfortable spot to lay down on the tables behind me.
I let out a deep breath and layed down myself.  There
was something lumpy under me and I pulled it out and
tried to examine it as my eyes were starting to adjust
to the dark.  I realized that it was a costume, a
black cape.  I was starting to feel a little more
mischeivious so I through it over where I knew Jonny’s
head was.  He laughed, pulled it off his face and
threw it over my head.  I pulled it off me, knowing it
had probably messed up my hair, and threw it back over
him.  We continued this for about another 10 minutes
before tiring of it and laying back down.
I tried laying on my back, then my side, then my
stomach, I just couldn’t find a comfortable position.
Finally I had an idea.  Jonny was laying the opposite
way as I was so I scooted up and lay my head on his
stomach.
“Does that hurt?”
“What?  You laying on my stomach?”
I only nodded but he must have felt it.
“No.”  It was quiet again.  “Does it hurt when you lay
on your stomach?  I mean ‘cause you’re a girl and you
have, um, you know.”
I laughed.  Guys can be so funny when they talk about
girl stuff like that.  “A little.  Depends on how big
they are.”
“Oh.”
We went on asking each other questions about guys and
girls for a long time but I’d rather not go into it
because it started to get about really personal stuff.
We talked until the bell rang.  I heard it clearly but
I pretended not to have.  I didn’t want to leave.  I
just wanted to stay here and talk to him.  I wondered
if he’d heard the bell.  At the time I didn’t think
he’d heard it, but now I think he must have.  We went
on talking all through what was supposed to be our
lunch period and when the bell rang we just kept
talking.
The period after lunch was study hall and when the
late bell went off 5 minutes later he suggested we
hide under the table so that if someone walked in they
wouldn't be as likely to be seen.  At this point we
both knew we were ditching.
This time I lay next to him, and in the same direction
as him.  We could both see quite well by now and I
could tell that his head was turned towards me.  There
wasn’t a whole lot left to talk about so it was really
quiet for a long while.
“Are you ticklish?” I asked reaching down and tickling
his side.
“No.” he lied but laughed as I found his stomach and
ran my fingers across it.  “Hehe, okay, yeah…    are
you?”  He held my hands together and tickled my
stomach.  I giggled and wriggled my hands free of his.
 Then I attempted to get both of his hands in one of
mine.  It was pointless I thought because he was much
stronger than me and there was no doubt he’d be able
to get out of my grip but I sat up and pressed his
hands to his chest with my left hand and tickled him
with my right hand.  Either I’m stronger than I
thought and he’s weaker than I thought or he let me
hold him down.  I’m almost positive it was the latter.
After a while of tickling him I layed my hand on his
stomack again and ran my fingers lightly across the
other side of his stomach.  I only allowed the very
tips of my fingers to touch his skin and he took a
quick breath in as they crossed his stomack.  I smiled
and did this over and over, and he started to breath
harder.  The motion became soothing and monotonous and
soon we both started to drift off, when the bloody
bell went off again, and school was over.  We both
slowly sat up and crawled out from under the tables
and made our way to the door.  Neither of us said
anything until we were at the door and hesitated
before going out.
“We’ve been in the dark so long we’ll probably get out
in the light and go blind,” I said.
He just laughed, “yeah.”
Ever so slowly and rather tentatively he opened the
door and light filtered in.  He quickly shut it again.
 “Shit, we *are* going to go blind!”  Again he tried
the door and we sheilded our eyes and ran to the Drama
room, grabbed our bags then ran behind the curtains.
We made our way to the back of the room and to a door
leading outside.  The sunlight was even more ruthless
than the comparibly mild artificial light in the hall.
 Squinting we forged out and proceeded to the busses.
Trisha spotted us and lord knows *she* was not going
to let us off that easy.
“There they are!” We have a lot of friends and about
10 of them ran over to us.
“Where were you?”
“We were all worried about you at lunch.”
“Where’d you go?”
“Were you making out?”
Jonny and I looked at each other and smiled.
“We were in a dark room…” Jonny started.
“Doing what?”
“Sleeping.”
“Sleeping?  Together?”
“No, well, yeah, not like that though!”
Suddenly I remembered when we were throughing costumes
over each other’s heads’.  “Is my hair messed up?”  I
suddenly blurted.  The group erupted in laughter.
Jonny looked at me, “no…well, actually it is, but that
just makes things worse.”  I blushed wildly.
“So, let me get this straight, you two were in a dark
room, alone, for over 4 ½ hours and Jessie’s hair is
messed up.”
I don’t think either of us will hear the end of this
for a long time…

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Comments etc. are, as always, welcome.  Hope you
enjoyed!  It’s been a while since I’ve written a nice
HR.  And this is based on something that actually
happened to me.
~Aspen