Elmburg

New feelings

Silverburg could not believe what had just happened. He was so in shock he forgot to lead his army, and when he finally collected his thoughts the bell went for class. During his lessons he seemed to be in quite a daze, with Popsicle waving his pen in front of Silverburg's face, but he didn't seem to notice. "What's with you man?" Popsicle said. "You've been acting all weird ever since lunch, snap out of it!" Popsicle clicked his fingers and Silv quickly snapped back "YES, HELLO, FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT!" Popsicle laughed, "fight the good fight man."

Between lessons Silverburg would take the long route to class, looking down every corridor trying to accidentally 'bump' into Elm again, but he was nowhere to be seen. By the end of the day he lost all hope of ever seeing the mysterious Elm ever again. He walked outside school to wait for the bus. As he was waiting a bright pink sports car pulled up outside with Elm in the drivers seat. "Get in loser we're going shopping" said Elm, flipping his scarf over his shoulder as he did so. Silverburg ran towards the car, threw his red backpack into the back seat and off they drove.

Silv stared at Elm, watching his hair blow in the wind. 'His hair looks sexy blown back' thought Silverburg. He had a huge grin across his face and Elm started to notice. "What are you smiling at silly?" "Nothing." Silverburg quickly added removing the smile from his face. "Hey, instead of shopping do you wanna head over to my place?" asked Elm. "Sure" said Silv, and off they went.

As they pulled over on the driveway, Elm unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over to Silverburg. 'This is it' thought Silverburg 'our first kiss'. Silverburg leaned forward, in for the kill. "Your flies are undone..." whispered Elm. "OH!" said Silverburg blushing and quickly zipping his trousers up. As they entered the house, Elm was telling Silverburg all about his life, "well this isn't technically my house, it belongs to my parents but they're not here at the moment so we got the place all to ourselves." Silverburg liked the sound of that. Heading into the living room, Elm gestured for Silverburg to take a seat. Silverburg sat down on the leather couch, and as soon as he did Elm hopped onto his lap saying "I like to sit on other people because it makes me taller than them." "I'm fine with that" replied Silv. 

They sat and talked for what felt like years, until Silverburg's legs went numb. He mentioned this to Elm saying "erm Elm do you mind moving off for a second, I can't feel my legs." "Ok" said Elm. Just before he was about to jump off he grabbed Silverburg's face and pressed his lips against his. Silverburg could feel Elm's warm breath. As they made out, Silverburg couldn't help but notice Elm had a rather unusual taste, rather plant-like or herbal. 'He must have been drinking some green tea' thought Silverburg. Elm jumped off Silverburg's lap, grabbing his hand and leading him up the stairs. This would be a night to remember.

To be continued...