Morris loved being on his school's baseball team, up until he had to start playing with Walker Michaels: the guy that's been dubbed as his enemy since elementary school.
"Yo, Morris!" Someone yells his name. He turns around and sees that it's Isaac, one of his best friends.
"What's up?" He says.
"Apparently Walker got himself locked in a classroom," Isaac laughs.
And normally, Morris would've laughed too, but he actually feels a little bit of worry;.
Hurrying to fake laugh, he says, "That's dumb of him... I've gotta go though, I'll see you at practice later?"
"Six o'clock, right?" Isaac asks.
Morris nods and as soon as he walks away, Morris starts searching the hallway, knowing that no one will have let him out-- all of his friends have gone home for the day.
Morris finds a classroom door that's shut, the lights are off, and there's a cover over the door.
It would be this classroom-- it locks from the outside for detentions and stuff but Morris has a key.
He sticks the key in the lock and turns it, seeing Walker sitting on a desk in the back, looking down. Morris closes the door behind him and walks towards Walker, who looks up.
"You okay?" Morris asks him.
"Why do you care?" Walker snaps.
Morris shrugs. "I don't really know,"
He's holding his wrist; Morris kneels in front of him, looking into his face.
"You didn't--?" Morris questions, hoping that the answer is no.
"I-I draw on my wrist sometimes," he says softly.
"C-can I see?" Morris asks him.
Something in him has changed these past few weeks with Walker. He's been finding more and more excuses to talk to him, he's actually been able to stand him and they've been sorta getting along during school and practices.
Walker looks at him. "Why do you care about me all of a sudden?" He asks.
"I-I don't know," Morris stammers, looking into his face. He starts to lean in, but footsteps coming down the hallway scares both of them, ruining whatever moment they were about to have.
✗
"Hey, Walker? Who let you out of the closet?" Riley calls as he walks onto the field.
A bunch of the team starts laughing, and Morris starts to think-- do they do this because he doesn't like him, or because he's just not that popular?
"It wasn't a closet," Walker snaps. "It was a classroom,"
"Ooh, someone's mad," Isaac jeers.
"Leave him alone," Morris snaps. Everyone looks at him in surprise.
"Hey," Walker says after practice. We're the only two still here. "Thanks for standing up for me earlier,"
Morris nods. "Yeah, no problem," he mutters.
"Are you feeling alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" He flinches.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--" Morris begins.
"Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?" He interrupts, asking the question again.
"I-I don't know," Morris says softly.
Without realizing it, he's been moving progressively toward him, thinking to himself: I want to touch him, to feel his touch on me, feel his lips on mine. I want to kiss him, but I don't want to scare him away.
"You've never been this close to me before," Walker says, breaking Morris out of his thoughts.
"Is that a bad thing?" I ask him as his back hits a wall. "I know you felt it, Walker."
"Felt what?" Walker asks as Morris cups his face.
Morris smiles softly, bringing his face to Walker's, meeting in a kiss. Walker tenses, but puts a hand on Morris's waist.
They break apart slowly, Morris looking into Walker's eyes.
"I-" Morris begins, but Walker him me aside, running into the darkness.
Morris leans against the building, touching his lips where his Walker's were just touching his.
✗
The next day at school, Walker avoids Morris at pretty much ALL costs. Morris wants to corner him to talk to him, but he's not exactly sure how to go about it. It might just be another 'after practice' talk.
