Say 'Kiss'! • bxb

15. Strawberry ice cream

Tobias' P.O.V.

We both laugh as we walk down the sidewalk, barefoot, since it was Mateo's idea to take our shoes off.

"Why do we need shoes?" he said at one point during our walk.

Our walk that turned into more than just going out for a breath of fresh air. We decided to go home, since we're both wasted out of our minds, and don't care for music, alcohol or joints anymore.

"Look! A cat! Kitty kitty" I walk towards a bush, where I saw a cat, or at least thought so.

But before I can reach it, a rat comes running out and I look at it confused, as Mateo grabs my hand dragging me away.

"That's not a cat, idiot! He could've bit you or something"

"What the fuck. I didn't know rats we're so fat" I say and he shakes his head like a disappointed parent.

"Stop fatshaming rats. Let's go"

He's still holding my hand as we're walking and I can't help but blush, even though I know I shouldn't read too much into it.

Looking at him up close, he's actually pretty handsome. Well, as much as I don't like admitting it, he's attractive as fuck. Not only his face, but his body too. His light brown skin shines as we pass by the street lights, and his black curly hair is messy, making him look as if he just woke up.

"Oh shit. Sorry" he finally realizes and lets go of my hand.

"What's wrong?" I ask and he scratches the back of his head, suddenly serious.

"I mean... You're gay"

"So? It's not like I'll fall in love with every guy I see. I can still have friends you know?" I say and he nods almost immediately.

"Shit. Right. Well, I'm not... Like... Homophobic... I like dick too. Well, it depends on whose dick it is."

I can't help but laugh at his response and pat his shoulder. Did he just come out to me too? Well, he's drunk so I can't tell if he's actually joking or is serious.

As we're walking, the only thing that can be heard is our laughter, in the silence of the night. We started singing Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey and I can't even tell what is more surprising. The fact that he knows the song or the fact that we're getting along so well.

"Wait! Shh! We're close" he suddenly stops and tells me we should be quiet, we can already see the dorms.

Before we can continue he stumbles against a trash can and falls down with it, groaning in pain. I can't help but laugh while trying to get him up again. He cries, telling me to be more gentle while I'm literally yanking his hand.

"Slow down. I'm hurt. Jesus, my ass"

"You're a big baby" I crouch down and snake my hands around his waist, trying to get him up but end up falling down with him.

So we're both laying down in the middle of the side walk, in trash. He laughs like a hyena and I shake my head, my stomach hurting already from how hard I'm laughing. I don't know what's funnier. His laugh, or the situation.

"Stop stop! I'm gonna pee myself" I stand up and cover my face with my hands, tears rolling down my cheeks at this point.

But he doesn't stop and I have to stand up and run away to calm myself down before returning to him, and finally helping him stand up.

"I'm kind of craving ice cream"

"Let's go then"

Somehow we're dumb and dumber. We go in the opposite direction from the dorm and somehow find a convenience store that is open 24/7. The cashier is nice enough to ignore us laughing like two kids as we look through the shelves.

"I want chocolate" Mateo says and I already know I'm gonna get strawberry.

We pay for our ice cream and then eat it as we're calmly walking now. No more falling down and laughing. That is until Mateo gets ice cream all over his face, looking like a messy kid.

"What are you laughing at?" he seems offended while I take my shirt off and use it to help him clean his face full of chocolate.

What am I doing? I really like that shirt. I remain in my T-shirt but the air is a bit cold and I shiver. However the alcohol is making my body feel warm.

Along the way he drops his ice cream suddenly, and he whines and sobs, loud enough that the whole neighborhood can probably hear him. He kneels down and mourns his ice cream, smudged against the pavement.

"You can have mine if you want"

"I don't like strawberries" he shakes his head and I gasp.

"How can you not like strawberries? They're the best!"

"I just don't" he shrugs and continues walking while I stop, almost as if I'm trying to process what he said, like it's so important.

We somehow make it to the dorms and the gate is locked so we have to jump over the fence. It's hard enough when you're sober but when you're drunk it's like a death wish. Mateo jumps first and he almost gets impaled, letting his anger out on his shoes as he's slamming them against the ground.

Now it's my turn and I can feel my hands trembling as I try to climb the fence, slipping a few times, Mateo reassuring me.

"I'll catch you. Come on" he opens his arms and I finally get over, jumping towards him.

Maybe he wasn't ready enough, but we both fall down again, but this time it feels different. Is it the fear? Or the fact that I still feel drunk but sober at the same time?

He looks at me as I hover over him, my face red as a tomato, trying to understand what exactly am I thinking right now. But then I roll over and we both lay there, in front of the dorms.

We look at the stars and he sighs out loud. If someone saw us right now they could say that we're friends, but we both know that we're not. Not even close.

We arrive to our room finally and we go in, the first thing that I do is throw myself against the bed. Mateo puts our shoes on the ground and then washes my shirt in the bathroom sink himself. When he comes back he taps my shoulder.

I'm not asleep and I look at him. His expression is sad now and I can't help but want to ask what's wrong.

"Can I sleep with you?"

"What?" I look at him puzzled and he sits down on my bed and whispers, embarrassed.

"I feel lonely"

As much as I think he's an asshole, what he's saying is actually making me feel bad for him. So I scoot over and let him lay down next to me as I turn off the lights.

"Little spoon or big spoon?" I ask, my eyelids getting heavier.

"Little please"

I put my arms around him and hug him tightly, even though he's taller and more fit than me. Weirdly enough, I feel comfortable and fall asleep fast.