alone

chapter 10

Sweat dripping from their tired body's as they urged on. They were tired but the rush of adrenaline was to much. They were having fun. Both locked eyes while their lungs battled to catch up with the air that they had lost. Eyes darted back to the machine in front of them. The sound of countless arcade machines roared in the background as the two smiled.

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"Will, Boris is on the phone!" Wills eyes shot open in shock. He quickly stumbled out of bed and darted to the phone. he grabbed dit pulling it from the wall.

"Hey." He tried to sound smooth but he ended up sounding dehydrated and tired. A small laugh was heard over the phone.

"Da... Are you ready?" The question felt like a hot grittle against his skin.

"Shit." He cursed under his breathe. "Yes. I will be at your in 30 minutes." He lied.

"No need... I have a surprise. I'll be at yours in 10" Boris said happily. Will could feel his heart stop.

"Okay." He said unable to breathe.

"Alright love you." Fuck... Will was at blank.

"Yeah." He hung up the phone quickly. Shit. He thought to himself as he scrambled around his room trowing on two different pairs of clothes. Shit. He kept on cursing to himself as he looked in the mirror. Nothing looked good. He decided what he was in was good enough. His feet led him to the bathroom.

His face scared him. He locked yes with a messy haired tired looking will. He grabbed a brush and cologne. He sprayed it quick as he fixed his hair. He brushed his teeth as he put on deodorant. After 20 seconds he ran out back to his room. He grabbed his shoes and a pair of socks. The doorbell rang as he fixed his shoes.

"WILL-" he interrupted his yelling brother.

"I know!" He said impatient. He was ready to leave when he felt it. Pain. He grabbed the crutches from out the corner of his room. He then crutches his way out and towards the door. He threw open the door.

Shock envelopes his view. Boris was standing Infront of him, flowers in hand and his hair looked comber through for once. He looked... Hot. Will shook off the feeling. His lips curled into a smile.

He reached for the flowers when he stopped himself. Boris pushed the flowers towards him.

"You... You shouldn't have." He says as he hands grasped the bouquet of flowers. He smelled the familiar sent of lily's, roses and lavender. He was at a loss of words.

" So the surprise." Boris explained. He stepped out the way, wills moth fell open. There sat a red mustang.

"Come on." Boris pulled will from the door and towards the car. Johnathon stood in the doorframe with a smile. He shut the door behind the two. Will limped his way to the sleeke car. His hand coressed the metal of the car.

"Sexy ah." Will looked at Boris. He noticed something. The sleeke cheek bones. His dead eyes. The pale skin and the beautiful smile. Shit. Did Boris get hotter.

"Yeah... You are." Boris froze. His smile became a smirk. Will flushed red and he quickly corrected himself.

"No, the car is!" He corrected. Boris would not let him live this moment down.

" I mean! It is... The car is." He tried to save himself. It wasn't very effective. Boris opened the door for will and grabbed his crutches throwing them in the back. Soon enough the two were driving down the neighborhood. Will let the air rough up his hair, ruining his prior attempts to fix it.

But his smile said it all he was, happy. He was in love with the boy next to him, and not a single thing could change that. Yes they are in high school and they would probably eventually grow apart but that didn't matter, what mattered what was in the now.