medicine [it cast]

knock, knock, jaeden

"wyatt, get off your phone."

"don't just look up at me and not say anything, oleff."

"i'm texting you."

"i don't care if you are, just-ugh!" jaeden grabbed wyatt's hand, pulling him into the room and shutting the door. he grabbed his phone, setting it down on the table before taking a steady breath out and facing wyatt.

everything slowed down. woah, look at him. as wyatt was rambling about how jaeden had no right to talk his possession, jaeden could only stare, and think, look at him. he stepped forward, lifting a hand to caress wyatt's cheek. to feel if he was really real, because even after two weeks meeting someone you feel so strongly about could be an amazing wonder.

wyatt's rambling was a decrescendo to whispers immediately, jaeden's touch like a bolt of energy flying through his body. he thought he got goosebumps for a minute, but he couldn't look to see, his eyes were glued on jaeden's and only jaeden's. 

the boy's hand rested on wyatt's cheek, his thumb moving down to press against his lips. wyatt took a sharp intake of breath, warmness lacing his veins. "who the hell let you down here, jaeden?" wyatt asked, and as his lips moved jaeden's thumb moved with them. he smiled, shaking his head.

not saying one word. wyatt didn't understand at first, now would be a great time for sophia, but then it came across that no one had let jaeden take this road trip down here, and no one possibly knows he's down here. wyatt's eyes bulged as he realized all the possibilities and dangers jaeden could get himself into, not to mention the danger he will be going back to home-

"where have you been? we've been worried sick, jaeden!" his mother shrieks through the house, standing up and hugging her beloved boy tightly. she's mad, she's terribly mad, but she's happy jaeden's safe.

but what if he wasn't the whole time he was gone? "i went down to chicago to see someone," he said truthfully. chicago? chicago, oh goodness chicago! the capital of shootings and murders and horrible, horrible things that my boy was stuck in for a week, maybe even two! oh boy, i'm scared now, i'm scared for things that passed, i'm scared for him right now, and who did he meet-

"wyatt," jaeden said quietly, as low as his voice could possibly go without breaking. wyatt's gaze and attention returned to the boy in front of him. "stop thinking so much. i'm okay," he chuckled a little, reaching up to ruffle wyatt's curls, but taking a handful and admiring them instead. and as wyatt pulled jaeden forward into their first kiss, jaeden's hand traveled down to the back of his neck to press him closer.

the kiss they shared was almost beautifully unique, it didn't feel cliche or practiced or expected, almost. it felt new, it felt like them, and the boys certainly liked it. jaeden pulled away first, immediately biting onto his lower lip as he gazed lovingly at wyatt. he soon closed his eyes, resting his head on wyatt's chest as they swayed back and forth to the music in their heads, the rhythm of their heartbeats.

knock, knock, jaeden, it's your heart, knock, knock, jaeden, i'll keep knocking and knocking and knocking because of the boy you're dancing with, because you like him and you know you do,

knock, knock, jaeden, it's your heart.