Our Days

Kiss me?

"My dear friend! It's so great to see you!"

Arms wrapping around him and squeezing to their heart's content wasn't the problem. It was the fact he could feel a warm breath penetrating his ear like satan himself.

"Don't get so close," Zheng pouted while pushing the pale boy back into the wall.

He knew even if he fussed over the others embrace, he'd still be groped by him anyway. It was something he'd strangely grown used to, and regardless of how weird it was to be hugged and coddled but someone other then his clingy little sister, he couldn't help but appreciate the comfort so early in the morning.

"I missed you~ did you miss me?" Jian once again wrapped an arm around his shoulder to walk side by side.

"Sure," he answered bluntly. Jian smiled with a creep of blush to his fare cheeks.

They made it down the hall to the elevator. Jian reached forward while tugging on Zheng to click the button, and the doors to the elevator dinged open to the beaming metal shaft. They pranced in with no hesitation, like any other day.

"Did you finish the homework?" The pale boy asked, starting a conversation through the shared silence. Zheng grumbled a response.

"Don't tell me you didn't finish yours." Jian released his hold, pushing the other purposefully into the wall of the elevator with a loud thump.

"You doubt me, Xi?!?" Zheng blushed at the name. He rubbed cattishly at his warm cheeks.

"Never said that. But you are pretty consistent in not doing your work, dumbass."

As the elevator dinged back open to the first floor, Jian wrapped his arm back around Zheng's shoulder. Zheng swore he caught whiplash from how fast Jian had pulled him out of the elevator, where they continued to walk side by side out until they were out of the building.

"That's true," Jian said. "Oh, and I didn't do it, so I'll borrow your answers later~"

Hearing this made Zheng grumble. This kid really needed a scolding.

Smirking at the sudden thought, he reached back and gripped the strap of Jian's back pack. When he was sure the material was secure in his grasp, he pulled as hard as he could, sending the pale boy flying to the ground with a loud plop.

No longer having a teenage boy holding him prisoner, Zheng took off down the side walk, beaming in the wind with a smirk on his face.

He ran for what felt like miles, and finally, he slowed down.

Walking in silence now, not even glancing back, he looked to his feet at the white shoes and uniform pants he wore everyday for school. He wasn't enthusiastic whats so ever about showing up for hours on end to class, having to hear all the fussy people, and constantly giving his homework to his best friend that refused to ever do his own.

Speaking of which, the idiot hadn't tackled him yet, which was slightly concerning to Zheng. Had he accidentally hurt him earlier? Was the boy sulking somewhere? Worry made his heart throb and he turned in the confinement of his overthinking mind and back in the direction of the apartment building.

Zheng smacked his lips together. Jian was running in his direction with his loose bag flailing about on his back in the awkward motion of his run, his hair doing the same. He looked dumb, but beautiful in the springs morning glow, smiling and blushing like the big idiot he was.

One day I'll find the courage to tell you. I don't know what I'll say, but I know have to tell you something.

Zheng didn't even attempt to stop him, just accepted the tackle and plummeted to the concrete with a groan of discomfort. His school bag luckily substituted for his own back and a potential bruise, but the crash still slightly knocked the wind out of him.

Jian lay on top of him now, smooshing his face into his chest and fake sobbing like Zheng had sensed he would.

"How could you! You left me for dead!" He blubbered. People on the steeet probably thought they were insane.

Zheng rolled his eyes. He managed to pull an arm out of the other's tight grasp to push his overly smooth face away from his body. His skin wrinkled at the pressure making his face deform into a an odd expression. It almost made Zheng snicker.

"That's what you get for being lazy," he said, a hint of a smile in his words.

"This isn't okay, you have to make it up to me." They stood to their feet finally, gathering their things and fixing their clothes.

Having older folk stare in disbelief at their ruckus wasn't exactly what either of them had intended on this particular school morning.

Eyes penetrating them with judging gleams, ruining the good mood Zheng was in moments ago ever after he was smothered on the ground.

Zheng was tempted to reach over and grab Jian head and shield him so people didn't look at him like that. The boy was too kind to be judged. He felt his lip snarl and his eyes twitch.

But, a hand grasped the hem of his shirt, and all those bad and insecure thoughts went away with the breeze of the spring.

Jian wobbled side to side like a baby deer seeing life for the first time in his dramatic attempt for Zheng attention.

"What is it that you want me to do to make it up," Zheng asked sarcastically, returning to the cheery mood from before.

Jian hummed and straightened to walk correctly so he could concentrate on the question, but his slender fingers never let go of Zhengs shirt.

Suddenly, in the midst of their walk, a beam of light formed in Jian's expression.

Zheng watched as blush formed on Jin's cheeks. That didn't bode well for Zheng at all.

"Why the hell are you blushing?" He grumbled.

"I figured out what I wanted~" He suddenly leaned close, too close for the Zheng comfort, and tapped his forehead against the other.

He felt the warmth press there, like lava colliding with water. He sighed at the contact.

"I want...a kiss."

Jian puckered his lips and leaned closer, and Zheng swore he felt the tenderness of the other's mouth flutter near his.

His heart began to thump, and his body grew hot all too quickly to his liking. He grabbed Jian's face as if it were instincts, and pushed him into a tree that was along the sidewalk.

The pale boy groaned at the ache in the back of his head from the collision. He almost looked like he wanted to beat it up—the tree, he wanted to beat up the tree.

Even so, he turned with a pouted lip and teary eyes.

"That was so mean, you were supposed to make it up to me."

"Like hell, dickhead. Don't do that again."

Zheng turned his face away with a rub of his brown hair. He frowned when there was a strange heat burning in his face.

He felt a little too congested to even look at the other boy, and his heart kept throbbing loud noises into his ear. Zheng kept his gaze away in hopes of not giving in to whatever the hell this feeling was.

Why the fuck is it so hot!

"You're blushing, Xi." That stupid nickname only made the color in his cheeks intensify

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"So stingy~ you're making me bashful, Xi."

"And stop calling me that, damnit!"