He didn’t know how he ended up hanging upside down from a set of monkey bars on a playground in the middle of the night. It must’ve had something to do with that crooked smile and those blue-grey whatever the hell color they chose to be at the moment eyes belonging to a one Mr. Dominic Monaghan.
When he had first asked Orlando to climb up there with him, he replied with a “No thanks, mate. I can see the stars clearly from here.” Which in turn prompted a reply of “Oh come on, Orli.” Then a shake of a curly brown head. “My fault. I guess you're just not flexible enough to do it,” Dom teased.
And that’s all it took. A challenge. Because he knew Orlando would never back down.
So he climbed up, wrapped his legs around the bar in front of him and let go. Instantly, he regretted it, the contents of his stomach swirling inside. Why did I eat that second burger? He closed his eyes to shut out the green sky and star-splattered land. The blood was rushing to his head and his right leg was going numb. And Dom found this comfortable?
Suddenly he was being pulled forward, a hand wrapped around his waist, Dom’s ever-perfect lips tasting his own. And as quickly as they had come, they disappeared just as fast. For a moment he thought he was dreaming. Or hallucinating. He was light-headed after all.
Too much hanging upside down, he thought.
He opened his eyes to once again find himself staring into blue-grey “I can never decide what color I want to be” eyes. And knew it had been real. No hallucinating tonight.
“You all right, Orli?”
He didn’t answer but instead quickly lowered himself to the ground where he collapsed in a heap.
“Hey, are you okay?” The soft thud of Dom’s shoes on solid earth and then a comforting arm placed round his shoulders.
“I-I think I’m gonna be sick."