Creative Writing: Route 18

It seemed like a flawless plan. Everything was set up perfectly as they headed toward the party on Route 13. They had taken every precaution necessary for a night of pure, unadulterated fun. Upon arrival, Seth and Jenna greeted their friends as they entered the room. Various beverages were freely available throughout the house. Everyone was doing it, so they joined in on the fun as well. Varied thoughts about the night flashed through Seth's head here and there, but who was he to stop now?

He asked himself, "Why is this necessary to have a good time? What happens if we get caught? What would my parents say?" These thoughts slowly faded; however, as the night went on and the alcohol flowed. He could feel his self-control slipping away from him but there was no way to stop it now, so he just tried to make the best out of the situation.
Her hand began to slowly wander from around his neck down to his thigh. She leaned over and whispered something softly into his ear. He felt as though he was paralyzed, or suspended in time. The thoughts raced through his mind at a blinding speed. "I don't want it to be like this; not our first time. This is so messed up. What do I do?" She continued to stare at him with a mischievous look in her eye, looking for some sort of sign or signal. He could not put this off any longer, so he made a quick decision to leave. He grabbed her hand; however he led her not to a bedroom, but out the back door. They got in his car and she leaned over for a kiss, but he shied away and surprisingly fired up the ignition. Seth could tell by her reaction to his modesty that she knew the deal; she had crossed the