Things Don't Change (boyxboy)

Prologue

My sister made the cover.. :) I love her. And her boyxboy craziness!

Prologue: The Beginning

The sun glittering over our wet, bare chest, the sand sticking to our legs and backs, creating a textured look. The scent of cool waves clashing together as if Poseidon's having a war with himself. He was looking at me, I could feel it, though I could not turn to meet his gaze.

"Ian?" his cute, small voice never seized to startle me and send miniature earthquakes up my spine.

"Yes, Benny?" I reply lightly, still not looking at him.

"Why won't you look at me?"

I didn't reply, I just turned my body towards him and looked into his eyes. He looked taken back, utterly astonished and glowing with happiness.

The desperate want and need for me to kiss him becomes as unbearable as the sticky feeling of my wet trunks, slowly filling with acuminous sand rocks.

"Boys! Time to head home!" I love my mother, but she definitely just ruined the moment.

***

"No, Ian, stop! You're killing me!" my small friend breathed through his laughter.

I was sitting on his thighs, wriggling my fingers in nearly every area of his overly sensitive stomach. He hated being tickled, just because he's so ticklish. It fills me with utter joy and determination when I see him smiling and wiggling about, trying to escape my playful fury.

We were still in our trunks because we intended on going back outside into the summer heat once we'd consumed our snacks.

While I was tickling him, I couldn't deny I was feeling something. Something utterly foreign and I was baffled as to what it meant. I had this tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach, as if passion were burning a whole in my bladder. I loved the feeling nonetheless; as I looked down at him, his face portrayed that he could be feeling it, too. Or maybe my abrupt seizing in tickling him was making him upset.

I wanted to kiss him, but I was so scared. He was so young, though so was I. I'm at the mere age of nine while he's at the age of seven, still tender and very innocent we were. Involuntarily while I was thinking of my lips pressed against his, I realized I was leaning into him, our faces only inches apart.

"Boys! Your snacks are ready!" My mother scared the living daylights out of me, resulting in me hopping off of Benny and running down the stairs. In that moment, I knew I was different. I knew I'd fallen for a boy. My best friend.

***

"Mom! I can't leave! What about Benny!?" I was screaming now. My mother had just told me we were moving to Ohio, nearly on the other side of America. I can't leave Benny after my new found feelings for him. That would kill me.

My mother looked at me with glossy eyes of sympathy. "I'm so sorry, Sweetie, I know he's your best friend."

"Don't make me go." I was on the verge of tears, feeling as if my world were coming to an end, just when everything was perfect.

Before my mother could say anything, I was running outside to Benny's. I have to tell him I'm leaving. He'll be devastated, but I can't let him hear it from his parents.

"Ian!" My mother's pleas sounded that of a stranger's as I ran harder and faster.

Tears wrecked my vision and I felt like I was going to fall. Everything was just so sudden, and before knew it, I was sitting on Benny's porch. I kicked the door and in moments it flung open, exposing me to a confused father of Benny's. He just stared at me, smirking and offered me a hand up. I gladly accepted it and he hoisted me onto my feet.

"I need to talk to Benny," I huffed breathlessly, barely audible.

He just nods his head and tells me he's in his room.

I waste no time making my way up the stairs and to his room I'd been in way too many times to count. He was just laying there, a book in his small hands, his eyes flittering over the pages as if by instinct. He must of heard me enter, because he looked up and smiled.

"Hey, Ian," he greeted me casually and gestured for me to join him on his bed.

I went over to the bed and got straight to the point.

"I have to tell you something." I was nervous, I hoped he took it well. The last thing I needed was for my best friend and potential crush to despise me for something uncontrollable to me.

He nods and I tell him everything my mom told me while she was packing. Suddenly his eyes fill with tears, looking like clear crystal pools about to overflow. I'm hurting him, he's going to cry.

"Why?" His voice was a croak; I could hear the sheer pain in his tone and I felt my heart sink to my feet.

"I have to." A simple reply.

He sniffles and the tears start flowing, creating a torrent of depressed emotions in liquid form. It kills me to see him like this, to know that I was doing it. No matter how many times in my head I chanted: 'It's not your fault...', I still felt as if it were.

I embraced him gently and he leaned into me, soaking my shirt with salty deliquescent.

I just let him cry, for God knows how long, until he feel asleep and I left him there, looking peaceful but sad.

***

This was the day, the day I had to go to Ohio and leave Benny. It sure was going to be tough. But as I sit here in front of him while my parents load the car, I see him looking at me questionably, as if asking for something.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing." He smiles.

I sigh and turn to look how much more they have to load, and I see my father stuffing the last suitcase in the trunk. That was my cue that it was time. I got up from my seat and started walking out the door.

"Ian!"

I turned around to see Benny standing and running to me with open arms. I grabbed him eagerly and gave him a light squeeze.

"I don't want you to go." His voice cracked and I knew he was going to cry.

In an effort to lighten his dreary mood, I give him another hug.

"I promise I'll come back." With that said I give him a small kiss, our first kiss, and run out the door before he can comment. I get into the car and we pull off, not looking back.

This was sort of a look into the past. The story itself will be in present times, while they’re sixteen and eighteen. Well, that was the prologue. It seemed long while I was writing it. O_O I hope you yaoi lovers, well, loved it!

Oh, and if there are any mispelled words or grammar mistakes, please tell me. -.- I read it like four times but I may skip things.