One-Shots

Awkwardly Sexual

Awkwardly Sexual

           Michael’s head hung lower than usual as he opened his locker to retrieve his backpack. Through the corner of his eye he could see his best friend, Kurt, walking towards him. Michael quickly opened his bag and began to fill it with all of schoolbooks. 

           Kurt, his backpack slung over one shoulder lazily, gym bag in the other, leaned against the lockers beside Michael staring. He glanced at the books that Michael was working on cramming into the undersized bag. “Didn’t do too hot on that last test?” he asked, knowing Michael wasn’t much better at calculus than him – and he hadn’t actually understood what was going on since before the second month of class.

          Michael shrugged the backpack over his shoulders and ran a hand through his already ruffled hair, offering Kurt only the slightest of glances. Still, it was enough for Kurt to know that he was right. Michael started to walk away, stopped by Kurt’s hand on his shoulder.

          “Hey, that was just the pre-test, man. Don’t worry too much about it, alri­­ght? You’ll ace the real test easily on Monday. C’mon, let’s go to my place and play some games or something to get your mind off of it. That always helps, right?”

          “Kurt, I really need to study. I have to at least pass this one, I can’t be below average forever.”

          “We have the whole weekend to study.” Kurt interrupted huffily. “Besides, I could use the study buddy later. I do even worse than you on Miller’s stupid quizzes. And I completely failed that one, but you don’t hear me cryin’ about it. Heck, I don’t even remember the test.”

          Michael raised a brow. “You slept through the test again, didn’t you.”

          With his tone, Kurt could tell that that wasn’t a question but rather his best friend stating a fact. He couldn’t help but let a wide grin cross his cheeks. The blue eyed boy beside him shook his head with a tired sigh, probably thinking Kurt was a lost cause.

          It took them five minutes to walk from the school grounds to the Stones’ house. Kurt couldn’t help but emanate an air of excitement, looking forward to cranking up the volume, playing video games, and eating absolute crap for the next two days.

          They walked through the door, tossing their bags to the floor and Kurt went to throw his gym clothes in the wash. Michael pulled his math book from his bag and opened it on the coffee table, already beginning to look through the work. His attention was brought away from it as Kurt pushed the cover closed and tossed it to the corner.

          “Shit, Kurt!” He protested, eyes going to the book that was now on the other side of the room. Michael saying the word shit was the equivalent to a nun having sex – really unusual and never a good sign.

          Green eyes rolled as Kurt plopped down beside Michael and started arranging controllers. “If I broke the binding I’ll pay your damn charge, okay? Now,” he set a laptop in the book’s place, “we play.” The laptop began to boot up as Kurt went around the room and hid all the light he could with curtains, bringing the once lit up room to a near pitch black.

          Soon they were illuminated only by the light of the screen and Kurt settled beside his confused buddy. He looked over his shoulder and pulled up the game, which, after a few logos, roared creepily to life.

          Michael blinked. “What game is this anyway?” He squinted at the darkly lit screen as Kurt led him into the game without answering him, as usual. Kurt was the gamer of the two, Michael rarely ever played when he was at home so he usually just relied on Kurt to tell him how to play.