Golden

#7

In an underlying sense of worry, lied the golden boy with his forehead greezed with sweat. He felt like he was dying, had problems with his breath and could barely see when his eyes landed on the black benz that rested against the tree in front of their humble home.

He was zoning out, even before the boy in his dreams would come home to him.

Noah was in a daze.

So when the door on the front rang, he hurried downstairs, to drink some water and more importantly, let Josh in.

It wasn't the fact that Josh didn't visit him for the past few days, but the fact that Josh didn't even call to talk to him that hurt him the most. And Josh on the other hand, didn't know what was wrong with Noah so he didn't dare approach him.

It didn't take long for the blonde boy to hug the golden-eyed tired boy in front of him.

Then it was taken to the serenity in the room, with orange juice which was always in plenty in Noah's fridge.

"Why haven't you been to school in so long? Here I even brought you stuff that you have to do." Replied Josh with a smile and through the sunlight through the same window dripping like water onto his face, on the slope of his nose, harnessing and making his high cheekbones stand out against it. 

"I haven't been doing too well. As you can see. But that's alright. It's been fun, I have been sleeping in often so it's not that bad."

Replied Noah, taking a sip from his glass of bright orange liquid to distract him from another bright figure sitting in front of him.

"Well you missed a lot too. Beckett joined our table at lunch, he's so cool." 

"Okay" Noah replied, humming all the way. He was unusually quiet and Josh was only frowning at him, slightly.

"What is wrong? Why do you look so sour, did I do something wrong?" Josh asked, half afraid.

"Yes." Noah replied simply, as if it was the most obvious reason. It was Josh who invaded his dream, made him feel things he shouldn't feel for another person, and Josh at that. It was Josh who ignored him when he was sick and yearning to talk to him. 

"You didn't call or even bother coming over." Noah continued when Josh looked slightly guilty and spoke nothing. 

"I wanted to. I swear, but Anne said you probably need space. I don't know what, but she told me not to visit you for a while." He childishly explained.

"You're my best friend, Jo. If I wanted some personal space, I would have told you. I don't see why you would even listen to Anne anyway. You know I don't like her or her judgement. I am very upset at you, Jo. You could have at least called me, a phone. A single phone call would do."

Noah finally snapped, telling him how he felt at being abandoned for almost a week and Josh did look guilty, finally realising how stupid Anne's idea sounded. Noah was his best friend too and it was wrong of him to not even ask if something was wrong. 

Josh had to be a master of his own decisions, not some pretty looking girlfriend.

"Sorry," Josh finally confessed, "I didn't even think it out." 

Noah's lips tugged upwards, his voice light when he spoke next, "So, what have I missed?" 

Josh finally allowed himself a huge grin before letting out a small laugh. 

"You missed so much. Like Anne and I went on a date yesterday to this cafe and we kissed. Did you know how nice it felt-"

"Stop! Can we talk about something that's not Anne." Noah exclaimed, very exasperated at him. Just a second ago, it was Anne and then it was Anne again. Anne. Anne. Anne. It annoyed Noah to death.

The name now lay low on the graveyard of his mind, with a knife in it. A small wonder of gasping horror with a tiny bit of blood. The things he hated about Anne. They were infinite. 

"But," Josh frowned, thrice on the same day, it looked so weird on his pale face.

"But it felt nice to kiss her. And I wanted to tell you about the things that made me happy."

It was only then that Noah felt a pang of jealousy that she made him happy. He wondered if he ever made Josh happy. If he could ever make him happy. 

According to him, Josh was perfect in every way possible. Every single thing about him was beautiful in a way unknown to him.

Noah felt like he should be the one to make Noah happy. To make him blush and to make him smile at just the thought of him.

So that is exactly what he planned to do.

Noah lifted the collar of Josh's shirt, and a hand on his jawline, slightly bending it above to meet their faces together. Into a kiss.

A kiss, slow and desperate. A kiss so full of passion, Noah felt like he would die if he stopped.

He moved his lips against Josh's , feeling the slight tremor he created on the shorter boy. Josh's mind went blank, erasing every single thought in his brain.

Noah pulled back, and now the cowardness hit him. He should have thought things through before he did impulsive stuff. Like the time he decided skipping a class and loitering in the soccer field was a good idea.

But Noah got what he wanted.

Josh's hair was tousled. His cheeks, a fierce red of crimson, the darkest shade he ever saw on Josh's face.

As good as it felt kissing Josh, it was time for Noah to face the consequences. Whether for the good or for the worse.

"I-" started Noah.

"That. Felt nice." Josh interrupted, his voice slightly cracking. 

"See?" Noah replied, trying to vye his mind and pretending it wasn't something he wanted to do for a long time. He convinced himself he was just saving Josh from Anne and nothing else. "Maybe you just like physical affection very much? And you like it whenever someone gives you it?" 

He and Josh were only friends, right?

Josh nodded at Noah's words, fully agreeing to his words and Noah sighed.

"Noah," Josh began, "I want more of your affection. I like your affection."

"Kiss me again." Josh pleaded.

And then they broke into another kiss, blissfully blurring the lines in their minds that stopped them for doing stupid things.

This time, unlike the dream, there was no bell going off, except their own heart-beat beating against themselves. Merging into a single beat, a single entity. 

A/N:
hello y'all. I know I've been MIA for a while now, not that you'll miss me anyway :')

Well here is a chapter though I'm convinced there would be 0 people who would actually read it.

Lost my old friend, my only ever friend on Wattpad. So...it kinda sucks, i guess

Right right, hope you do enjoy the stuff i write. I will now bury myself in my biology book again.