The Dance Inside (Kellic) (BoyxBoy)

7

During lunch, Alfie and I sat facing each other on a bench, cross-legged. This was exactly our bench, and everyone knew it; not that it belonged to us, of course, but we have always sat here, from the very first day. Nobody ever really tried to join us and somehow we managed to keep each other entertained enough all these years without needing anyone else. 

I was munching on the sandwich that my mom made me—to my embarrassment. I ran to the bus stop, of course, just as the bus was about to leave. I would have preferred to leave without lunch so as not to be humiliated. I literally still saw Vic smirk, amused by the sight he saw as he was fixing the fence nearby. It made me feel like a child even though I was eighteen. 

However, soon after graduating from school, I will finally be perceived by others as a true adult. My eighteenth birthday meant nothing to my parents. They still told me what to do and treated me like a child. Not that it really bothered me much, at least not before, but I realized that I was fed up with it now that Vic was around. Too many times I've seen his mocking smile when my parents embarrassed me with something like that. 

"And I got an acceptance letter," Alfie said, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

"Wait, what?" I asked.

"-From New York University. I got accepted," he said, too casually.

 "And you didn't tell me?" I practically screamed. 

"I'm telling you now! he argued.

 "So are you going?" I asked. 

"Yeah. I'm moving to New York when the summer is over," he said. I couldn't believe it. Okay, I could. Alfie was top of the class. Has always been. Of course, he knew about his college enrollment earlier than most of us. The colleges wanted him. He was smart. I am sure that if we had a suitable sports program at school, he would be good at this as well. It had almost everything. He could have gone anywhere, but he chose New York University, the same university his father had attended.

"Well, congratulations. You deserve it," I said with a beaming smile. Perhaps I reacted strangely. I was just a little nervous about everything changing. 

"Thank you. Have you heard anything back?" he asked. 

"Nah, but I didn't apply as early as you," I replied. 

"I hope you do. I don't know how I'll be there without you," he admitted. 

"Me too," I nodded with a smile. 

"Attention, students, came the voice of our director from the intercom. 

"Just a reminder, the Valentine's Day gift booths will only be open until the weekend, so make sure you get something for that special someone." That's all, have a nice day. I rolled my eyes and groaned in disgust. 

"I hate Valentine's Day," I muttered.

 "That's because you've never had a girlfriend," Alfie laughed at me. 

"It doesn't bother me," I grumbled. 

"Of course," he replied sarcastically. I ignored him. I hated Valentine's Day because everyone was constantly giving gifts to their girlfriends or boyfriends, or even just whoever they liked. I have never experienced this feeling before; the desire to give a gift to someone of the same gender that I liked. As far as I knew, there was not a single gay guy in our city. I hardly ever know what is it like to give a gift to a guy so that it does not look strange. Okay, maybe one day. But, at least, not before I got out of this city, which, in spite of everything, somewhere in the depths of my soul I still loved.

 For a second I thought about giving a Valentine's Day gift to Vic, but of course, it was just a fantasy. Of course, I liked him, but I knew that I would cross the line if I did it. He would be furious. In any case, I was sure that Vic was still strange even because of all this fanfic stuff. Doing something as crazy as a Valentine's Day gift to him will only make things worse.