Zane & Soren

7 | confessions

*2.5 MONTHS LATER — SUNDAY AFTERNOON*

"Hello?"

It had been two and a half months since Zane and Soren's first date. The two had gone on a few others since then and continued talking and texting every day, both in and out of school, like before then. The feelings they had for one another had only gotten stronger and stronger as the days went by, but neither knew for sure how the other felt because they hadn't explicitly discussed it yet. Zane had an idea but wasn't sure because he didn't want to allow himself to believe such an amazing guy like Soren could like him out of all the boys in school. And in Soren's case, he wasn't sure because regardless of feeling as though he'd made his feelings for Zane abundantly clear, he couldn't shake the feeling that he might've still been hung up on his ex-boyfriend, Jeff, and couldn't help thinking that he might've still had feelings for him. He was confused. Perplexed, if you will. And there was no feeling he hated more than confusion. So he decided to lay it all out on the line and just tell him.

"Hey, Zane, I have something important I need to talk to you about."

Zane could hear the nervousness and desperation in his tone.

"Yeah, of course, what is it?"

His curiosity had been piqued and concerns were heightened.

"Do you mind if we meet up somewhere?" Soren asked, "I feel like what I have to say is much too important to be said over the phone."

Zane heard the faint clicking sounds of Soren nervously biting his nails. In the time he'd spent with him over the past three months or so, he'd noticed that to be a nervous habit of his he frequently did, alongside bouncing his leg up and down at rapid speeds.

"O-okay, okay, sure," He stammered, "Where?"

Now it was Zane's turn to be nervous.

"I'll text you the address. I'm going to head over there now and I'll wait for you to pull up."

Soren seemed to have slightly calmed down. Or at least he sounded like he did.

"Yeah, of course, I got you. I'll see you soon."

"Alright," Soren said and Zane could hear the smile in his voice, "I'll see you soon."

After hanging up the phone, Zane immediately received a text from Soren with an address. He tapped it and was redirected to the Maps app on his phone. The location appeared to be a short twenty-minute ride away from his home, so he wasn't too fussed. He quickly changed out of his trackies and into some black ripped jeans, a white shirt, a black leather jacket and his favourite black combat boots. He then grabbed his wallet, keys, phone, and helmet before leaving the room.

He ushered a quick goodbye to his family and mentioned that he'd be explaining everything later when his parents began questioning where he was going, then exited his home and hopped on the back of his Kawasaki Ninja. He slipped his phone in the phone stand with the maps app open and hit Start. As he made his way to the location, Soren was already there, perched atop a large, smooth, comfortable-looking rock beside his parked motorbike. The golden sun cast bright, hot rays over the landscape, highlighting the glint of chrome on his bike against the rugged, rough, rocky texture of the dirt road beneath him. He gazed into the distance, a sense of tranquillity surrounding him as he awaited Zane's arrival. Upon reaching the destination, Zane slowly rode his bike, confused as he found himself atop a large hill overlooking the entire city, taking in the vast landscape before him. However, just then, a sense of relief washed over him when he finally spotted Soren standing and leaning casually against his bike, exuding a sense of calmness. He was wearing his signature, worn-out leather biker jacket that told stories of past adventures, with his helmet resting on the bike seat beside him, a slightly scuffed testament to countless rides through open and closed roads. He had his hands dug into his jacket pockets, observing intently as Zane skilfully manoeuvred his bike into a spot just a few short feet away from Soren's. After switching off the engine and sliding off the seat, he swiftly pulled off his helmet, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand before setting it gently on the seat. Zane then nervously strode over, his short and quick footsteps landing him in front of Soren.