"Anthony, Not My Braids"

Chapter Six

One minute they were and the next kissing. Christian's lips were still warm. He had wanted this for so long, why did Mitchel run off?

Hwanted to follow him, pull him closer into his chest. Tell him it was okay and how badly he's wanted this but he couldn't move. He was shaking as his back slid down the wall, he brushed his hands through his greasy hair, he hadn't had time to wash it today. Mitchel's not gay, so why did he kiss him? Then again he was on Cocaine, not to mention he probably felt bad because they never argue like that.

He still remembers the day it happened. Kras was the one to find him. He was passed out on the floor, the smell of drugs hung in the air as he ran over to his fragile body. The doctors said he'd have died if he'd done anymore. He remembers holding him, crying for him to wake up. Screaming for Clinton to call the ambulance because he was so scared he'd die on him if he moved. He'd promised Kras from that day he'd never do anything other than weed. So why was he doing cocaine?

Christian's phone buzzed, maybe it was Mitchel.

Lexa: Hey Chris, I miss you. How's the party? xx

Kras: It's good, I miss you too x

Lexa: So I was thinking, did you want to have that date maybe Wednesday?

Kras: Sounds great, I'll pick you up around six xx

Lexa: It's a date ❤️

Kras: ❤️

Ugh why was his life such a mess. Mitchel's probs home by now, he decided to head back and crash.

Kras: Hey Clinton, I'mma head home. Haven't had much sleep. Don't die and try to get home safe. xx

Clint💘: Aight, can you check on Mitchel for me? He said he went home sick. Will do bud x

Kras: Yuh, I will

Clint💘: thx man

By the time he'd gotten home, he was about ready to pass out. He knew he said he'd check on Mitch but Kras knew he wasn't really sick. Kicking off his shoes and turning of the light he made his way over to the bed. He removed his jeans and t-shirt, sliding into the familiar fabric that was his black cotton sheets. The coolness of his pillow felt heavinly against the back of his neck. He wanted to forget, forget everything that happened tonight. Forget how much he wanted his best friend, forget the feelings he had but he couldn't. That night he laid awake for hours replaying the kiss over and over in his mind.

"I'm screwed."

"I'm scared."

"I'm..in... love."

"No, I refuse to feel this way, I'll move on if it's the last thing I do."