Along Came Andrew

Chapter 7

"What?"

"No, I don't know." I said in dismissal. Shut up, Marcus. You don't know what you're talking about.

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"Nothing," I insisted, "I'm fine, and clearly, you're fine too. Let's just talk about something else-" But he looked at me for a minute, and those eyes... They looked so sparkly and wet, I could tell he was about to cry. Why do I get myself into these situations?

Neither of us said anything for a long time, we just looked at each other, and that's when it happened - he actually started crying. It wasn't like a huge exclamation, he wasn't making any noise. It was sort of like the emotion had just been sitting there for so long, stirring on the inside, and finally it was dripping out. I didn't know what to do, I just looked at him, and at his face. I wasn't that type of person, I didn't cry in front of people, and for some reason I doubted that he did either. He looked so weak, but so strong at the same time.

I just sat there staring at this boy, exposing himself to me. Do something.

But what was I supposed to do? Before she died, my mom always said that in a situation like this, just do the first thing that comes to mind, so I did.

I kissed him.

It was my instinct. I didn't even know for sure that he was gay, and I didn't wait to find out.

But sometimes it pays to be impulsive.

It was slow and meaningful, but fast and angsty all at the same time. It was a melancholy bliss.

Nobody said it, but we had both been thinking about it all day, and in that moment, I knew I was right. Everything had changed, and it changed for the better.

I ran my hands through his hair, and it was incredibly soft, and I recognized the smell of the shampoo instantly - coconut. I wonder if it was the same brand.

His lips were soft; he was soft. Not only his body, but his mind. He was submissive, and it showed. Then I remembered earlier: I wish he was under me. I almost had to stop myself from laughing.