The Big Brilliant Book Of Emon One-Shots

How They Met

Ethan wasn't very good at football. Much like his friend Josh, who couldn't play to save his life. The pair would much rather sit and watch a group of kids play than actually go up and kick the ball themselves.
Like usual, the pair were sat together on the grass, laughing and just in general, having a fantastic time, when something skimmed the top of Ethan's head and hit the floor behind them. In shock, the chubby teen looked back, but when he looked forwards, he met a pair of emerald green eyes.
The stranger didn't move, and Ethan reckoned he wanted the ball back, so he grabbed it from behind him and held it out to the strangely attractive person stood in front.
"Thank you."
Emerald Eyes grabbed the ball, and Ethan felt it being yanked away from him. For some reason, Ethan felt slightly attracted to this boy, with his glowing eyes and skinny build and fantastic hair. He didn't feel scared by his arrival, he felt calm and safe, despite the fact that they had literally just met.
"No problem."
Ethan's face was probably no doubt a tomato, but luckily, Emerald Eyes took no notice.
"Ethan."
"Simon."
"Josh."
Ethan looked at Josh, smiling at his interruption. Josh was like that, but Ethan liked that about him.
Simon slowly stood, and made his way back to his friends, and Ethan watched every move he made. The way his arms swung alternatively to his legs, the way his fingers twitched, and Ethan couldn't take his eyes off his fine ass.
But he couldn't show he was doing so.
"Oh fuck, he's hot." Ethan whispered over to Josh, who was snuggled up into a book.
"What?"
"He's hot!" Ethan snapped, not loud enough for Simon to hear. He folded his book and locked eyes with Ethan.
"You like him?"
"Hecka yeah. I'd like that booty."
"Really?!"
Josh burst into hysterics, hoping Ethan didn't take it as wisely as he did.
The couple said no more, and just sat for minutes in silence, inspecting the moves made by the group of friends on the pitch.
If Ethan didn't feel like a stalker, he would have joined in, but he felt he'd make a stupid mistake in front of Simon and cock up real bad; Simon wouldn't be too pleased.
Simon was a fantastic footballer, with skills Ethan dreamed of.
The chubby kid shook his head and frowned. Was he really attracted to this stranger he met seconds ago? It seemed impossible; but it was happening. He was gay, after all, and he had just found the guy he'd go for.
Ethan didn't care.
"Eth, when are we going? My mum's promised us cookies and others when we get back!"
"Not yet." Ethan murmured, not taking his eyes off Simon. "I wanna take him with us."
"And his friends?"
"Screw them. They can do without." Ethan stifled a chuckle. "I can't."
And so the match ended. Josh ad Ethan finally got off their arses and wiped themselves down with a quick brush of a hand.
"Hey Handsome!" Ethan shouted, waving in Simon's direction. He looked back, a small smile spreading, and wove over to him.
"Hey. What's up?"
"Me and Josh, ah, Josh and I, we wanted to know if you wanted to come back to Josh's for cookies?"
Simon laughed. Ethan could tell he was too old, despite being the same age as Josh, and one year older than Ethan, but he couldn't resist.
"Yeah, sure!"
Simon's eyes scanned Ethan's, and he let a soft smile show, and he was an angel.
"Do you want me you hold your hand?"
Ethan knew Simon was joking, but lunged and grabbed his left anyways.
"Don't let go."
Simon managed a laugh.
"I won't."
"Are you lovebirds done? My cookies will get cold if you piss about anymore!"
Ethan and Simon joined laughter, then followed Josh home.

-I wrote this in a German lesson last year so excuse me if it isn't as good.-