Sweet Wipeout

Sweet Weekends

               Tony's POV (Continued)

"Dude, I am crazy for this boy." I said to my cousin, Mason, the next day. "But I'm never going to get him because he's straight, and he's way outta my league."

"Don't give up trying. I believe in you." Mason patted my back. He has a weird country accent, but I don't mind it.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna give up. *sniff* but I love him so much!"

"What do you love about him?"

"Everything, really. I love his eyes, hair, smile, voice, body, abs, hands, arms, feet, legs--" We both laughed, even though I really did love all that.

"But yeah, I love everything about him. I'm glad that we became besties, but I want more than that."

"Have you told him this?"

"No! I can't tell him! I mean I told him I was gay, and that's it."

"Oh really? How did he take it? With you being gay."

"He took it pretty well. I'm very thankful for that, but his friends and parents are homophobic, so when he's around them, he acts homophobic too. Which is very confusing."

"Oh yeah, I kinda knew how he felt. Remember, before you told my mom or your aunt that you're gay?"

"Oh yeah, and she was homophobic. That's why our moms hate each other."

"Well, they're sisters anyway, and sister argue."

"Yeah, I never knew what it was like to have a sibling. But Mark was like a brother to me."

"Mark? I thought his name was Marcus."

"It is, that's his real name, but Mark fits him so much better than Marcus."

"Yeah, it sorta does."

     Then all of a sudden, we hear glass breaking and arguing. My mom and aunt Nancy are at it again.

"You wanna go outside?" Mason asked.

"Sure, let's go." We got up and went outside. Since he lives out in the country, he has a really big front and back yard. It's really quiet and you don't have to worry about anything, which is why I love it out here. But living near a beach isn't so bad either.

"How's your surfing?" Mason asked, after a while.

"It's alright. Mark's is better than mine."

"Heh heh! Both of you are better than me."

"Well yeah, but you know how to ride a horse and that's pretty impressive."

"It's not hard, you wanna try it?"

"No, no, no! You can't make me!" I whined and screamed. He laughed at me. "Well, could I pet the horses instead of riding them?"

"Sure! They would love that!"

     So we went to the stable where he kept the horses, and chilled with them. I watched Mason ride a horse and I was amazed by it. The way that him and the horse worked together to ride through the field was wonderful.

     It was kinda similar to how my surfboard and I work together to ride a wave, then sometimes it fails me. I guess because the board isn't really alive, but the horse is.

     Mason came back around here with the horse and got off of it. "Good job Buttercup!" He said to her, petting her and feeding her an apple.

     Oh yeah, I forgot the horse's name was Buttercup. "Yeah, that was amazing!" I exclaimed, making the horse jump a little.