~Kurt~
"Do you smoke?" Was the first words that came out of the brown eyed boy's mouth. I was standing in front of my new house, just getting fresh air when he appeared beside me. He slowly blew the strong cigarette smoke out of his mouth, forming a smoke ring.
"No." I said quietly, looking down at my converse. The summer air felt amazing to my skin. I couldn't stop thinking of my father. It was odd that only a few weeks ago he left, taking my sister with him. I couldn't understand why thought.
Did he stop loving me and my mother?
That was such a horrible thing to think of, but I knew that was why. He hates me because I'm gay. He couldn't accept it. It took my mother a while to process it, but eventually, she accepted me. And that's why he hates her.
"Have you ever smoked before?" He asked. I looked up at him and shook my head for a no. I still didn't know his name.
"How long have you been here?" He questioned, leaning against the brick house. He took another long drag of his cigarette.
"A few days now." I answered. I shoved my hands in my pockets and leaned against the house as well.
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen." I answered.
"Cool. I'm eighteen."
And then it fell back into silence again. I looked up at the sky, not really being able to see the stars because of the city lights. Then, he spoke up again.
"Mm. Here. Take a puff." He said, holding the cigarette only inches away from my dry lips. I shook my head and took a step back.
"Why not? You scared?"
I shook my head. "No. It's just, I'm not allowed to smoke."
He chuckled. "Really? So you go by the rules, huh?"
"Yeah." I almost said in a whisper. He took the last drag of his cigarette before tossing it on the ground and stepping on it with his converse.
"Well, it's getting late. I better head back home. I'll see you at school tomorrow?"
"No. I uh... I dropped out."
"Oh. Well, maybe after school. I'm Dave, by the way."
"Kurt."
He grinned. "Cool. G'night, Kurt."
"Goodnight." I whispered as he walked into the darkness. I noticed that only one house separated us.
I stood outside for a little while longer before going inside. I quietly shut the door behind me, behind careful not to wake my mother up. I stumbled through the dark house and quietly crept up the stairs.
As I passed my mother's room, I paused and peeked inside to make sure she was asleep. I know she had been so tired lately. Sometimes, I really worried over her.
I sighed as I walked into my bedroom. I closed the door and flopped down on the bed. The moon light shone through the window, giving me light. I glanced at the clock, seeing it was a little past midnight.
I was still getting used to the place. I had always lived in the city. But this city was a bit different. I was in Seattle now. Far away from where I used to live.
I found myself thinking of Dave. I wanted to see him again. There was something about him. I didn't know what it was though. But a spark of excitement lit up his eyes. I knew he was a trouble maker, a bad influence, and I shouldn't hang around him, but I wanted to.
Maybe I had one of those crushes. The ones when you first look at someone and feel something. I know it'll go away soon though. It always does.
Even if it didn't, nothing would happen between us. For one, he most likely isn't gay. For seconds, if he was gay, he wouldn't want someone like me. Because I'm pathetic.
I decided to stop thinking about it and shut my sleepy eyes, trying to let sleep take over me. I could hear the clock ticking and a few little creeks from the old house.
Eventually though, I fell asleep, hoping to see Dave the next day.
