"Call me Peter Pan," he laughs jokingly
"Then who am I? Your lost boy?"
A story about a boy who gets kicked out for his sexuality, and another boy who takes him in when he needs it the most.
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By the time we make it to the party it's already in full swing. Teens and young adults pepper the lawn, along with abandoned solo cups and some articles of clothing. The volume of the upbeat pop song playing inside causes the whole house to vibrate, as well as the ground surrounding it. My eyes catch the disco lights shinning through the windows on each story and I groan loud enough for everyone I came with to turn around and stare at me in confusion. They shouldn't be the least surprised by my dissatisfaction, as they already know how much I didn't want to come here tonight.
"Stop being a party pooper, Ki!" Jc laughs, his hand grasping my elbow to pull me into the throng of people.
Sweat, alcohol, and vomit is all I can smell. My stomach churns as the vile mixture travels through my nostrils and I hold my breath as he continues to drag me through the crowded dance floor. Hands grab my ass and arms while girls push their backsides to my crotch, rubbing against me like their lives depend on it. Their touch obviously doesn't effect me. All I can feel right now is the fire building in my lungs from holding my breath and warmth spreading from the place Jc is holding me.
I finally exhale deeply and hurriedly inhale when we're past the crowd of sex-crazed teenagers. Smelling the alcohol mixtures is a lot better than the sweat and vomit.
"Kian, this is Romeo."
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As soon as the words leave Jc's mouth I freeze. My blood runs cold and I'm pretty sure all the color brought to my face by Jc's touch fades away. I move my eyes away from the crowd behind us and look dead at Romeo Lacoste. Also known as the person who couldn't take me in because his mother is a homophobic.
"Kian?" He sounds surprised and I sheepishly smile at him. I need to act like everything I have going on right now is everything I ever wanted. Friend or not, showing Romeo weakness is always something I won't do.
"Well, of it isn't my old pal Romeo Lacoste in the flesh," my smile becomes more confident and I move away from Jc to step close to his tatted body. "How's the closet treating you," I wink, knowing my asking about his sexuality would make him uncomfortable. He only falters slightly before regaining his toothy white smile and countering my attack.
"How being homeless?" His eyebrow quirks up in the evil way it does when he knows hes talking to someone he isnt on good terms with and I smirk. Good, I've got him on edge. He deserves much more for not trying harder to take me in. Little mamma's boy.
"Actually my seemingly good friend Jc has taken me in." This is where I move closer to Jc and throw my arm effortlessly around his shoulder. Romeo's eyes flicker over to Jc and an emotion I can't describe fills them. "Oh, I almost forgot," I laugh loudly, regaining his attention. "How's your wonderful momma?"
"If you're asking whether I still live with her, then yes," he huffs, crossing his buff and tattoo filled forearms over his chest.
"Well, I know how much you value her opinion so I really don't see you leaving anytime soon."
