Love and Literature (2)

chapter 7

I'm happy to announce that the winner of the contest is ink2wicerich. Many more chances to win a spot in my stories coming soon. Oh and I feel so retarded when I realize I have so many typos throughout my stories, but bare with me. Now without any future interruptions...

Chresanto: hahaha you are so ratchet. You need a real job, and stop being around them silly women who always keep up with the drama

Jacob: but you know what? I like it there, sorta. I don't know. I guess you're right. After all I did wanna pursue a new career

Chresanto: and that is?

Jacob: to become a novelist

Chresanto: aww cute. Bae wants to write books

Jacob: aye I'm good okay?

Chresanto and Jacob finally made it to the car. Jacob grabbed his bag from the back seat and rummaged through it.

Jacob: matter of fact, here. Read this when we get home

Chresanto: Walking On A Leafy Lonesome  ... what's this about?

Jacob: you read it and find out. Oh and there's more and more books I've written at the house too. They're somewhere in a box

Chresanto: I just might have to see this box

Jacob: yeah it's more like a storage container

Chresanto: I'll read every book in it and ask for you to autograph my copy

Jacob: alright that I'll do

Chresanto: thanks Jake

Jacob: sure thing Chres

Chresanto: I remember when you called me Chres for the first time. Matter of fact, lemme drive

Jacob: okay, but where are we going?

Chresanto: memory lane

They drove for what seemed like an hour and found where it all started: the high school. It looked similar, but with time comes change. The school was closed down but the doors were open and Chresanto decided to lead Jacob into it.

Jacob: wait why are we here at our old high school?

Chresanto: shush lemme do me. Okay?

Jacob: okay Mr. Pushy

They walked down familiar halls, passed by uniform lockers, and flashbacks came to mind for the both of them. Chresanto thought of all the times he and The Squad spent together, laughing and having a good time, but the great majority was at the expense of his now wondrous lover and he refused to bring those memories to mind ever. So he remembered those times they all banged on the lockers making beats and dancing, making heads turn and bodies move to the tip-tap rhythm. Then there was Halloween, junior year. They all picked a note out of a hat that had the costume they were to wear. Chresanto must have felt so embarrassed yet cute being a big pink bunny.

Jacob on the other hand had different memories. There was one that involved a new student rushing to class and spilling assignments on the floor, and there was one hand to help him since Rayan was sick that day. It was a soft yet firm hand, attached to the most beautiful person to lay eyes on: Chresanto August.

Jacob: baby I have a question

Chresanto: ask away

Jacob: do you remember that time we first met?

Chresanto: yeah I do. You just came to the school and you had dropped your things and I helped you out

Jacob: and I remembered we talked here and there