Kiss Me (yaoi / boyxboy)

Chapter 22

Finn

Friday was 'Liberation Day'. The anniversary of when our country that's better described as a town became its own nation instead of being ruled by the country that our tiny island is situated just off the coast of. We're supposed to spend our day off school or work thinking about the sacrifices our ancestors made to release us from oppression. However, being the ungrateful younger generation, we spend the day doing what we do best- as little as we can.

I pass Grey's door on my way out, pushing it slightly open. The room's dark so I guess he must still be sleeping. It's nearly 1pm now.

"Grey? You alive, little bro?"

He grumbles something muffled by the covers.

"Huh?"

"I'm alive."

"Good." I hover in the doorway, letting enough light in for me to make out his shape, just a bundle of duvet. "I'm going out now. You want me to bring anything back?"

"No."

"Okay. Are you planning on getting up?"

"I'm planning on moping."

I sigh, "That's not healthy Grey, you know, you should be getting up and distracting yourself. Especially after an argument with a um, friend-"

"We didn't have an argument. We didn't even talk. Now go away, you're interrupting my self-pitying."

I jut stand still for a minute, they didn't even talk? "I'll see you later then..."

He doesn't say anything but I take the wriggling of the bedding as a sign that he heard me. I grab my set of keys, shoving them into my back pocket next to my wallet. A feeling of unsettling confusion accompanies me out the door- if they didn't even talk then why would Grey be so damn depressed?

I shake off the bad thoughts as I walk. I will not be depressed. Not today. Not when the sun is shining, birds are singing and a certain someone manage to score a date with the cutest guy on the planet.
I grin. Not meaning to blow my own trumpet or anything but honestly? Why did I ever doubt myself for a second about getting Corey's number?

Trumpet officially blown, I round a corner and do my usual thing of walking into someone. Dating? No problem. Walking without injuring myself or/and others? Not so much...
After apologising to the bloke I'd walked into, I finally get to where we we're meeting- at the huge fountain right in the centre of the park. It's not that this town hasn't got a lot to offer... Well, actually... it doesn't. The only thing good about it is the park. It covers half of the town and you can go there every day and never see the same thing twice. When we were kids, me and Grey used to come here every day- no matter the time of day. It was obvious both to him and me that mum and dad are complete twats, regardless of how well they tried to hide it from us... well, from me. So we used to make our own childhoods happy and if that meant staying away from home as much as possible then that's what we'd do.

It was Corey that suggested the park. He probably has his own story about it, most people here do. After all, a lot of the town's inhabitants have moved here to escape something.

I'm so lost in my own thought that I don't notice Corey until he's standing right in front of me.

He laughs when I jump, cursing under my breath,

"Shit-Sorry... I er... I was thinking."

He smiles, "What were you thinking about?"

I shrug, "Oh, nothing in particular."

He looks like he doesn't believe me but thankfully changed the subject, "Wanna get pancakes?"

It takes me a while to answer... I don't know quite how to describe it... But I'm one of those people who if someone were to pick up a guitar and start singing for me, well.. I'd probably hit them and tell them to stop while I died from a severe cringe related injury. I'm not a romantic- I'm a say what you really mean and cut the bullshit kind of guy. But crap... If Corey asked me to sing him a song, I would do get down on one knee, cover the room in petals and sing till I physically couldn't. And the worst thing? I actually want to do it now.

I finally collect my thoughts enough to form a sentence, "Who would say no to that question?" He grants me another smile and we walk to the little pacake hut, lead by the intoxicating smell that already has my mouth watering.

We both order one with chocolate ice-cream, an attempt to find relief from the ridiculous heat. I consume mine within a few seconds, with Corey hiding a laugh at my suprise when I look down to an empty cardboard cone. I feel myself blush. Wait... What? Since when did I blush?

"You okay?"

"Yeah..." My voice comes out all funny. I must be coming down with something, I keep feeling the need to blush, cough and once I almost giggled. GIGGLED.

"You look nervous." Corey notes. Oh. Right, not ill- just nervous. Wow, I'm doing so well today.

"Yeah, I guess I am. I think you make me nervous."

He turns his head but not before I see a little smile on his face. My arm brushes against his as we walk slowly, making me shiver. All I want to do is take his hand in mine then push him up against one of the trees and kiss him until-

"I wasn't sure about you..." Blinking hard, I bring myself back from my imagination. I'm kind of greatful. I don't know how much more of that little daydream I could've handled before it became obvious that I wasn't having...clean thoughts. 

"Huh?" 

"I thought that you might be some cocky idiot."

I grin at him, "How do you know I'm not?"

My breath hitches in my throat as he brushes his hand against mine. My body tenses when he gently weaves his fingers through mine and I know he must feel how nervous I am. 

I sigh... God, his skin is soft. 

"That's how I know." I don't completely understand but I still can't keep a goofy smile off my face, I'm just too happy- like nothing bad could ever be happening  in the world during these perfect moments. We follow the dirt paths, talking for what seems like hours about nothing in particular- the best kind of talk. All the while, I watch him and wonder how on earth I've managed not to kiss him already.

A/N

As I was writing it, the chapter was just getting longer and longer so I've split it into two bits and I'll be posting the second chapter soon... 

This might sound a bit patronising... Ah well, when I talk about pacakes, I mean pancakes we have here in good ol' England. They're pretty much crêpes.   > <