A Summer Spark - A BoyxBoy Story

Chapter 4 - Wavering Heart

The sound of snoring flooded my senses; spiking the dull pain that had taken refuge behind my eyes. I already knew who it was; it was Kevin. He's always been a snorer and I hate him for it; especially now. Seb was one of the heaviest sleepers you will ever meet. I swear to god that he could sleep through a fire alarm. Let's just say I hate both of them right now.

I know I didn't drink too much last night. Even though my head wasn't on the best terms with me right now, I didn't feel nauseas and I'm pretty sure I can recall everything that happened last night. I was drinking, then I was talking to Chase; then I was dancing with Imogen. We were flirting and touching a lot of the time but I remember asking her if she wanted to go for a walk, maybe be alone for a little; she declined with a flirtatious giggle, saying it was "too cold out". I couldn't really blame her because it was. Besides, I still have plenty of time.

I rolled onto my side; pulling my blanket higher to cover my ears. It didn't help at all. "Shut up" I groaned, my voice dry from the previous night. I refused to open my eyes because once that happens its official and I just wanted more sleep.

A few minutes passed but with my dry throat, slight headache and Kevin's snoring it was almost unbearable. "Fuck it" I muttered, rubbing my eyes and sitting up. I opened my eyes, squinting a few times to adjust to the light. I looked around the tent, searching for a source of water for my burning throat. With little success I stood up, throwing my blanket to the side; maybe I just some fresh air? Besides, there's no way I can stay in here with Darth Vader any longer.

I opened the flap and stepped outside, closing my eyes and stretching out my back with a yawn. My back was a little tight but it's not too bad considering I slept on the ground. Without paying much attention to my surroundings I walked over to the small camping table; picking up a half empty bottle of water. I twisted the cap and raised the bottle to my lips, sculling whatever was left in the container. I didn't even care who it belonged to; my throat felt like a desert.

I placed the empty bottle back on the table before turning around, finally acknowledging my surroundings. It wasn't until then did I realise I wasn't the only person awake. A figure was laying on their back on the log near the fire; its embers still radiating a faint glow. It was Chase. His eyes were closed, slightly moving his head to the music that was most likely coming from the earphones in his ears. He had one arm behind his head, the other on his torso holding his phone. Each of his legs were bent over either sides of the log, tapping a steady rhythm on the ground.

I was about to walk over when I stopped myself. Would he be annoyed if I bothered him? I couldn't help but notice the relaxed look on his face; the slight smile that played on his lips as he subtly mouthed the words to whatever he was listening to. I shook my head before walking over, why would I even think it would bother him? I took a seat in one of the deserted seats by the fire before leaning my head back and closing my eyes; stretching my legs out in front of me.

"How are you feeling?" I heard a voice ask beside me. I opened my eyes and looked over at Chase. He'd removed one of his ear-buds and had his head tilted towards me. This was the first time I noticed the colour of his eyes. They were a pale shade of blue with hints of grey tinting the edges; reflecting the glow of the morning sun behind me.

"It could be worse" I chuckled, shifting my gaze after realising that I was staring. "How about you?"

"Yeah good" He yawned, "How nice is it out here?" He sighed, looking up at the sky and taking a deep breathe. I took in the environment once more; this time noticing things I hadn't before. Last's night dew that settled on the grass, creating a glossy sheen amongst the patches of dirt. The faint, yet unmistakable sound of birds singing in the distance. The warmth of the sun as it heated my skin.