The Boy in the Park

Truth Be Told

"Where the heck are they?" I exclaimed, clearly frustrated. Where are you? I texted Rachel, only my best friend in the whole universe.

Sorry, Anna is still messing with her makeup. She replied. Of course, Anna always had to look pretty, just in case she saw a cute girl or guy. I like her, honest, but it gets a little tedious sometimes. Tell her if she's not here in ten minutes I will sell all her makeup and throw away her skin care package.

I know it wasn't the nicest thing but it was cold, I was tired and hungry, not much more could make me angry.

Then I saw him and my heart melted instantly. Quinn Anderson, only the hottest, nicest guy in the northern hemisphere. He had a strong jaw, green eyes, and medium length jet black hair that he tucked behind his ear on one side. He had a small streak of red in his bangs, which only made him more attractive. He was wearing a blue long sleeve shirt that defined his arms, but not so much like he was showing off. He had lean arms, but was stronger than he looked. He had a scar between his thumb and fore finger on his left hand, but I had no clue where it came from. He had on skinny jeans that, believe it or not, made him even more attractive. He had on black converse with white laces.

I know I'm fanboying here but seriously, everyone, even some of the straight guys said they would date him.

He saw me and started walking over, my heart started racing in my chest, feeling as if it would explode. He got to me and asked " Mind if I sit here?" He motioned to the bench.

"N-No not at all," I managed to stutter.

He sat down. The bench wasn't that big, so our shoulders touched. I didn't know what to do. Please get here soon. I needed my friends to get here fast, or I'm sure I would make a fool of myself.

"Reid, can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"First I have a question actually, uh sorry, but um what is your opinion on homosexuality?"

That caught me by surprise, but I went with it.

"I don't hate homosexual people but I am not homosexual," I felt bad for lying but I wanted to see where this was going.

"Oh, okay well I am homosexual and I find you attractive so yeah. Sorry to just spring that on you." He started to get up to leave.

" Wait," I grabbed his hand and spun him towards me. "I lied, I'm sorry, it's just not something you can safely be proud about."

We were so close, our bodies touching. Our noses less than an inch apart. "Sorry" I said and started to push away. He did something then, something I was to dazed to even think of as a possibility. He kissed me, and after a moment, I kissed him back. It felt so good I didn't want to stop, but he pushed back.

"Later, I promise." He said.

Just them I saw a familiar car park at the side of the road.

"I need to go, sorry," and I ran to join my friends.