The Scars Within [boyxboy]

The Scars Within {30}

                “Hey! Stop it! You’re supposed to be a cripple!” I whined as Lionel shot the basket ball over my head and into the hoop in Brewer’s drive way. It had been a week since the thing with my dad, and I had been calling him every night. I still hadn’t talked to my mom, but I was planning to tonight.

                Lionel gave me a cocky smirk and I shoved him as Brewer retrieved the ball. “Fucking midget,” I grumbled and he wrapped his arms around my neck, going up on his tip toes and craning his neck to press his lips to mine.

                “Maybe,” he said with a cocky smirk as I placed my hands on his hips. I kissed him and shrugged. “Definitely. You’re such a fucking midget Lionel,” I said.

                “Oh? Well then, EJ, call me the tripod,” he said with a wink, bringing his lips back to mine and gently grinding on me.

                “Oh hell no. You’re being an asshole. Not tonight,” I said and roughly shoved him off of me. He laughed and grinned at me.

                Lionel was able to walk around again. He still got tired fairly quick, but he was doing a hell of a lot better. His parents wanted him to get physical exercise, so I had invited him to hang out at Brewer’s and play basket ball in his driveway for a little.

                I could see Lionel starting to get tired, though, and figured we should probably give it a rest soon so he didn’t overexert himself like the idiot he was.

                Brewer passed the ball to me and I shot it. I retrieved it and passed it to Lionel and began to block him. He got a cocky smirk as he tried to dribble around me.

                He went to jump and shoot, but he stumbled weakly and I caught him. “We’re done,” I said, knocking the ball out of his hands and steadying him as Brewer came over to us.

                “No! I’m fine! I tripped!” Lionel said stubbornly. “Yea, okay. And I’m the queen of England,” I said sarcastically, wrapping my arms around him and kissing him.

                “Don’t kiss me. I’m mad at you. I want to play basketball!” he whined, trying to get away from my grip. But I smirked and tightened my hold on him. He gave up his struggles and glared at me. “Fucker,” he grumbled.

                “Just give it up Lionel. EJ isn’t going to let you do what you want,” Brewer said and I nodded in agreement, smirking and kissing Lionel’s cheek.

                “Damn straight. Now let’s go inside and get something to drink,” I said. Lionel was sweating and his face was red. He probably needed to get something to drink soon.

                Brewer nodded and tossed the basketball into his garage before leading us into his house. His dad glared at him.

                “You clean your room, Brewer?” he growled. Brewer nodded and opened the fridge as I grabbed three cups. “Yea dad. Cleaned it this morning when I woke up,” Brewer said as he pulled out a jug of lemonade.

                His dad glared at him and nodded slowly. “I’m going out to the bar. You be good,” he threatened before storming out of the house. Brewer rolled his eyes and filled the cups with lemonade, handing them to us.

                We went outside and sat down on the steps of Brewer’s porch. I slung an arm around Lionel and he scooted closer to me as he drank thirstily.

                He glanced at me and sighed. “I guess you can kiss me now. Basketball is boring,” he said flatly and I rolled my eyes and brought my lips to his.

                He kissed me deeply and slipped his tongue into my mouth, wrapped his arms around my neck. I could taste the lemonade, and it made me smirk a little. Our tongues battled playfully and Lionel came even closer to me.

                He pulled away and smirked. I glanced and saw that Brewer was pretending to text on his cell phone. Smart boy. I probably would’ve beaten the shit out of him if he had commented on what we had just been doing.

                “So I kind of love you,” Lionel said and sipped on his lemonade again. “Yea, most people do,” I said simply and he rolled his eyes. “You’re an ass, EJ.” “And you’re a little shit. Literally.”

                He pouted. “I’m not that small!” he whined and I raised an eyebrow. “Lionel, you, like, come up to my shoulder. And I’m average height,” I pointed out.

                “…Fuck you,” he grumbled and I wrapped an arm around him and kissed him. “You’ll live,” I said simply and he sighed. “I hope so,” he said and rolled his eyes.

                I nodded and he rested his head on my shoulder. My lips twitched, wanting to smile. I was so in love with Lionel. He was the best thing to ever happen to me. I kissed him deeply and smiled.

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A.N.- Prettyyy sure the next chapter will be the last :3