Youth

Kiss and Make Up

Dylan's P.O.V.

     "Troye!" I yelled his name, reaching out to him as he was running away. "Troye- wait! I'm sorry, please wait come back! TROYE!" I tried to run after him, but my long legs and my confusion held me back. I was left half-covered in sand, having fallen several times, and calling after him. My tears threatened to spill over.  'What did I do?' I whispered to myself, looking down into the sand. 'What the hell? He didn't even say anything.. He just stormed off! I don't understand. His dad said he was gay while we were catching up, and he obviously was staring at me earlier. Does he just not like me too?' Fuuuckk.
I decided I had to ask him, so I could apologize. I got up slowly, collecting myself, before I walked over to the dock. I grabbed my flip flops and the beach towels he left behind and climbed awkwardly onto my bike, cursing my age and lack of a car. Soon I was heading back in the direction of our houses, glad they weren't too far.
I skid to an awkward stop when I hit his driveway, making a mental note to fix the breaks on my bike. I walked up to the door, heart beating rapidly due to the exercise and nervousness, and knocked on the door. His dad opened it, giving me the sad look and "he just wants to be alone right now" that I expected. "I know, Shaun, I know. But please let me go talk to him. I don't even know what exactly I did wrong, please give me a chance before you let him shut me out." He visibly winced, knowing I was right, but also knowing what he had to do for his son. She closed the door, mouthing 'I'm sorry, Dylan'.
So I did what I needed to do. I grabbed my bike, rode to my house to drop clothes off and grab two sodas and a beer out of the fridge, before stuffing them in a cooler and heading back down to the Sivan household. I placed the cooler next to me, sitting down.
After as many years as I'd known the man, I knew he would break eventually and come join me on the porch. If I had a beer for him and a soda for myself, he would typically cave in and let me see Troye sooner.
Sure enough, about 30 minutes and a good chance of a sunburn later, he opened the door, walking out of the house with a guilty look on his face. "So what's going on this time," he asked, popping the tab on the can of bud light, taking a swig and cringing, once again silently judging my dad for his taste in beer. I explained what had happened to him.
     "I don't understand! He's gay, he has a crush on me. And I like him back. So I kissed him. Hell, I tried to recreate one of those stupid romantic underwater movie kisses. I don't understand, Shaun. Once we surfaced he didn't even say anything! He just stormed off... I don't know what I did."
     I looked up to see Shaun's face, with his hand over his mouth and his eyes filled with sudden understanding. "Dylan. You're an idiot. What has Troye's biggest fear been for all of his life?" I looked up at him, confusion clear on my face, before my mouth fell into an o shape, and I cussed lightly. "...drowning."
     I motioned towards the door with my head, grabbing the two cans of soda, and he nodded. I ran up the stairs, knocked on Troye's door, and walked in, ignoring the "go away" that was thrown at me through the door.

Troye's P.O.V.

     I fled into my room, slamming the door behind me. When my father approached, tried to talk, I said "Don't you fucking dare let him in my house." He went away, and I was left alone for a while.
     I couldn't believe he would do that. He knew my worst fear was drowning. Jeez, if he was gonna kiss me, there's a million other ways he could have. But holy crap he kissed me!! Oh and his lips were so soft and oh my godd his body.... But no!! No. Fuck him. He comes back after six years, puts me through my literal worst nightmare, and then kisses me! What the fuck Dylan?
     'Wait...' I thought, suddenly jerking upright in bed. 'How the fuck did he know I'm gay?? I obviously didn't tell him before he left, I only figured it out a couple years ago. I mean- he did catch me drooling over him... But still!' I sighed and sunk down in my bed, throwing the pillow over my head and tried to sort out my thoughts.
     I became aware, soon enough, of knocking at my door, and I strained my ears to listen in. I smirked, hearing my dad saying what I wanted him to, and then closing the door. I was happy-ish for a little bit, looking out my window in peaceful appreciation of the alone time.
     That is, until I saw Dylan. He was walking towards my house, with a cooler in his hand. 'That. Rat. Bastard. He remembered. God dammit. Well dad's definitely gonna break now.' I muffled a frustrated scream in my pillow, then I layed down and covered my head with a blanket, hoping that if I convinced him I was asleep then he'd leave.
     Half an hour or so later I heard the door open and close. "God damn it, dad." Another 15 minutes or so later, I heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs, obviously taking them two at a time. He didn't even get a chance to knock on the door before I yelled "go away", effectively ruining my 'convince him you're sleeping and he'll go away' plan. He walked in, sat down on the edge of my bed, and silently kicked his shoes off. Then he turned around, laying on the unoccupied part of my small bed. He placed one of the two sodas near my head and popped open his. "I don't want your fucking soda, jackass." He laughed, and said "Fine, then I'll drink it Mr.Grouch. Will you please sit up so we can talk?" Stubbornly, I pulled the blanket tighter over my head and mumbled a 'fuck you'. But that didn't bother him in the slightest. He just mumbled something under his breath and grabbed the blanket, pulling it off of me and starting a kind of wrestling match for it. He won, easily, and I looked up at him. He was straddling my waist and holding my wrists above my head. Of course it didn't mean anything, he was just trying to keep me still so he could talk to me. And despite how mad I was at him and knowing that he didn't mean for it to be sexual, I could feel my cheeks redden. "You ready to talk now?" He asked, smirking down at me.

Dylan's P.O.V.
'Ha! I win' I thought, glancing at the blanket that now lay out of Troye's grasp. I looked down, about to say something, when I noticed him looking to the side and blushing severely. Only then did I realize how extremely sexual the pose we were in was. 'Oh, so I'm guessing he is a bottom. Good, I was hoping for that' I thought. I smirked down at him with a plan forming in my mind, and asked if he was ready to talk. I wasn't surprised by his lack of an answer.
"Look, Troye. I'm sorry. Your dad told me you were gay while I was here looking for you yesterday. I told him that I was too, but I hadn't exactly got around to coming out to my dad. He told me how you did it, and I'm super proud, you're so brave. And then, you know. Earlier at the beach I saw you looking at me and stuff. I just kinda figured you liked me back.. And I know you used to like those stupid romantic movies, so I thought that if I was gonna make a move, I might as well do it romantically. And when you pulled me in with you, I saw my chance. I'm so sorry for scaring you, Troye. After 6 years, some stuff just slips your mind. I totally forgot about your fear of drowning, really. I'm so sorry Troye, really. For everything. Well, almost everything." He raised an eyebrow, as if to say 'what's the exception?' "The thing I'm not sorry for, though, is this."
And I leaned down and kissed him. He didn't do anything for a bit, he was probably shell shocked, but then I felt his lips moving too. He was kissing me back! It was amazing, feeling his plump lips under mine. Amazing, that is, until his dad walked in to check on us. We pulled away, wiping our mouths, looking back between each other and his dad. Shaun slowly backed up, mumbling something that sounded like 'ohshitsorryloolslikeyoutwomadeupquicklyimgonnagobye'. There was a few seconds of silence before we collapsed in laughter, me rolling off of him onto the bed, tears falling down my cheeks from laughing so hard.
Once we had calmed down a bit, I looked at him, biting my lip. "So.. I guess we'll continue that at a later date?" I asked, and he nodded vigorously. I smiled, rolling of the bed and grabbing my shoes. "I gotta go, my dad should be home soon." He pouted, and I leaned down to kiss him lightly, sashaying my hips as I walked out of his room. I flirtatiously called "bye baby" as I was heading down the stirs and heard him giggle and call "laters, baby" in response.

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A.N.
Hey guys, sorry it took me eight years to update, but luckily it's summer now. I've got 1,624 words to ease your pain, and many more on the way. *winks* byyyyyyeee~