I pull up in his dad's driveway and the boy sitting on the stoop looks like Saint Exupery's treasured little prince. When he climbs inside my used Sentra, I tell him about this quirky realization. "You're both so cute and opinionated." He grins and replies that it's his favorite book to read when life is particularly rough.
Cappuccino sips and playful shoves convert the evening into something brilliantly unstable and devastatingly 'teenager'. I want to kiss him violently so we can stop this annoying game of cat and mouse. But instead, we discuss music and other topics that make me feel childish.
He asks where I would go if I could teleport myself anywhere at any desired time and I confess that I'd like to visit someplace up north with a lot of trees and not enough people to criticize me. He nods like he understands but I wonder if he secretly thinks I'm rude.
Propping himself up on the hood of the car, he takes a long drink and I watch how his throat works as he swallows the caramel mixture in his clover cup. The delicately strong sight makes me want to make his voice crack like a window in a dusty haunted Victorian.
But before I can attempt anything gritty, he wraps his soft lips around my mouth, keeping one hand pressed against my cheek over the embarrassing heat of my surprise.
"What, you didn't like it?" he asks in a teasing tone. But a loud pop tears through the poetry-starched air, followed by a bouncing truck full of raunchy apes. They flail bottles over their heads and stain the serene parking lot with cheap beer and blood.
The boy reaches for my hand and one of the aggressors sees. He starts shouting ugly words that make my arms stiffen with anger and weariness because I've heard these gutter type limericks so many times that they've stopped being interesting.
Pushing my friend into the car's safe interior, I turn to face the hulking creature. He takes a swing at me and I smash my fist against his nose before the others can join in. The blow sends him stumbling a few feet, buying us time to escape with a screeching of wheels on the now notorious pavement.
"That was close!" I laugh as I collapse in the passenger seat, letting the cute boy drive my car out of town. He gives me a horrified look and doesn't stop shaking, even when I swear I'm alright.
We park a few houses away from his home and he takes a shuddering breath. I place my hand on his chest where his heart is mimicking Bon Jovi's drums. "I'm sorry I ruined our date," I say, though I don't know why. Maybe I just needed an excuse to hold his hand again.
He glances at me with foreign astronaut blue eyes, fantastic in the dim saffron glow of a street lamp. "Don't say that," he commands, though I almost smile because there is nothing but fake authority there. "Just kiss me," he adds stiffly.
"I think you like danger," I gasp when we pull apart. He leans toward me as if I'm dependable and the thought saddens me because he's too beautiful and compliant; high cheekbones flushed with excitement for all things fun.
Recalling how he pulled on my tie earlier makes me want to push him down in the backseat and sweep my hands all over his wickedly androgynous form with the intent to please but also brand like the way kids carve initials into playground toys. I want this boy to understand why we were almost murdered; because I already love him..
And even though I wish I could rip off my winter uniform and take him hard beneath a screen of velvet-penciled sky, I know we're both better than this trashy porn scene. So I whisper "take care" and ruffle his hair as he tries to hug me in all his biker jacket glory.
Basically, it's a bout a new student at a private school being openly gay, gets into fights, defending himself but sometimes getting hurt pretty badly. He has a roommate, but his roommate wasn't always a guy, and has a bit of a feminine look to him... His roommate was born female, but at an early age went through a full change. I have it a bit fantasy-like/not fully realistic where his roomy doesn't really have any problems with the hormones, and everything below the belt works how it should.
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AWOL from dA, the
partially for my
again, but this time
for real ;n; In any
case, I hope this
suffice for my
leave.. :points: 300
wandering in the
a beautiful letter
written by Sergio
Larrain in 1982 to
his nephew, who had
Larrain where to
begin to become a
and foremost, you
have to have a
camera that fits you
well, one th...
you said."Where do
you think you're
going?" Zalgo said.
away from here and
from you." you
said.He chuckled and
shook his head. You
were confused and
tilted your head a
thinking you can
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