Piercing Andre's Heart [boyxboy]

Piercing Andre's Heart {2}

                “Andre,” Pierce said, testing out how well he liked the new nickname for me. He nodded, apparently pleased with it. He stood up and grinned at me. “Come outside with me Andre.” “Okay,” I said, forcing myself to stay calm and not blush.

                I followed Pierce outside and he sat down on the front steps. There was hardly anyone outside. Just a few people talking in the grass, out of earshot of me and Pierce.

                Pierce pulled out a pack of cigarettes and held it out to me. “Want one?” he asked. I hesitated, but only for a second. I didn’t want Pierce to think I was lame for not smoking. But then I realized, impressing some cute kid I’d just meant wasn’t worth lung cancer.

                “No. I don’t smoke. Ever,” I said flatly. He laughed and placed a cigarette between his lips before sticking the pack back in his pocket. He pulled out a lighter and blocked out the wind as he lit his cigarette. He put the lighter away and blew out smoke.

                “Good. Smoking’s bad. I was just asking. Don’t want to be rude, or whatever,” he said with a shrug, grinning at me again. He took another drag on the cigarette as we fell into a somewhat awkward silence.

                “So Andre. Where you coming from?” he asked. “Northwood High. You?” “Westwood High,” he said casually. “But I’m friends with a lot of the Northwood kids.”

                (A.N.- Obviously made the schools up :p)

                I nodded. “Are you good friends with Shailer?” I asked and he shrugged. “Kind of. I know him from around, and we’re friends. But not really good friends.”

                He pulled out his cell phone and texted for a minute before pausing. He texted more and then handed the phone to me. “Give me your number,” he said with a wink. I ducked as I typed in my number so that he wouldn’t see my intense blush.

                “Oh, and if you’re homophobic, I’m bisexual. So walk away now,” he said, but the tone of his voice showed me that he knew for a fact I was not homophobic. “I’m gay,” I responded with pride. “I hate homophobes.”

                He had a smug look on his face. “No offense, but I figured. You’ve just got a…look…to you. I like a proud guy. You got a boyfriend?” I shook my head. “No,” I said, a bit sheepishly. “Me either. Relationships are just…not worth it. Only if you really want to be with the person,” Pierce said with a shrug.              

                “Yea,” I said in agreement. Pierce checked his phone and sighed. He stomped out his cigarette and stood up. He offered me his hand and pulled me to my feet. “Well Andre, I’ve got to go before my dear old daddy flips shit on me. But I’ll text you. We need to hang out sometime.” He threw in a wink at the end before walking away from me.

                I watched him walk away from Shailer’s house, a confident swagger backing him up. My hand dove in my pocket and tightened around my cell phone, eager for the vibration when Pierce texted me. I could feel my attraction to this boy already, even though I had just met him.

                                                                                ***Pierce’s POV***

                “I’m telling you Owe, this kid was mad attractive!” I cried, falling back on my bed and grinning. “What was his name?” my best friend, Owen, asked curiously.

                My dad had texted me to come straight home. I got home, and found him and Owen sitting together in my living room. Apparently, Owen’s step-dad had kicked him out of the house again and his dad was on a business trip, so he was staying with us until Monday.

                “Aleixandre,” I said, thinking of how uncommon that name was. “Mouthful,” Owen pointed out and laid down on the air mattress I had set up for him. I nodded in agreement, thinking to the nickname I had given him.

                I pulled out my cell phone and looked at his contact in my phone. I was debating on whether or not I should make him anxious. Make him think I had forgotten all about him and was never going to text him. Or should I just text him, and not be an ass?

                But I was naturally an asshole, so that side of me won out and I shoved the phone back into my pocket and pulled my shirt off.

                I jumped down to the air mattress. “Imagine the hottest kid you’ve ever seen, and multiply that by 10,000. You have Aleixandre,” I said, getting close to his face. “Oh? Does he give you a good rise?” Owen asked, raising an eyebrow. “You betcha,” I whispered and leaned in, gently pressing my lips to Owen’s.

                “Imagining my face on his?” Owen asked, laughing a little. I pressed my lips to his again. I broke away and smirked. “Nah, you could never be as hot as him.” Owen pouted. “My girlfriend says I’m fucking adorable,” he grumbled.

                I stared in horror. “Don’t fuck adorable! You’ll give her your STDs!” He rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. “Speaking of my girlfriend…bitch needs to quit nagging me,” he grumbled as he read a text message from her.

                I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes, thinking of Andre. He seemed like a nice enough guy. “A sweet fag”, as my dad would say. Maybe I’d go after him...