Sweet Spot

Lost

      A small, and when I say small I mean small, boy named Ione (a/n eye-OH-nee) is running through the halls in a race against Opal and Caspian,his two best friends since birth, in a race to 3rd period. Black hair ruffled in the wind, his somewhat tan greek-descendant skin tiring out as beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His simple grey jacket flowed in the wind, unzipped, revealing his black shirt with a white 'PUMA' design on it. His triangle-shaped violet sapphire amulet was showing as well, it was his last gift from his mother, and to lose it would kill him. Opal was ahead of him, her thick black jacket was also unzipped, showing her purple tinted camo shirt with a lighter 'LEVI'S' logo on it. Her small, lean, lithe stature proved useful in racing. Her brown curly hair zipped behind her in the wind, her dark-tan cuban skin a blur as she sprinted past the other students. She had acid wash light grey pants, with grey-pink striped-addidas on, as opposed to Ione's combat boots and solid black jeans. Trailing both of them was Caspian, wearing a long-sleeve pure black t-shirt with a white heart that had a glowing red center- manly, I know-black addidas, and dark blue jeans, trying to catch up. He was kinda tall, his pale skin contrasting greatly with his multicolored freckles, dark, dark brown hair ruffling. His cliche startling blue eyes were starting to look more tired than usual. He was used to swimming in the beaches, but he'd never tell them that.

   As Casp runs up catches up to Ione, he accidentally pushes him. The small boy crashes into a locker, students circling around him without a care in the world. Opal hears the crash and turns abruptly, sprinting down the hall to the greek shorty. The freckled-faced boy is already there holding Ione. "Casp, I'm fine, ok? You can let go now.", Ione reassured. But alas, Caspion didn't care and picked him up. "Casp? Cas-CASPION WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!", Ione panicked as Caspion carried him bridal style towards class. Opal pulled out her phone and took a couple pics, Ione's face as red as a tomato. Casp chuckled as the nearby cuban girl dies laughing at the predicament. They walk all the way to class to like that, everybody looking at them, the smaller boy hiding his face within his jacket.

  Then, Casp's fingers brushed past Ione's neck. He felt his skin get 100x hotter, and his cheeks were even redder, if even possible. But why?

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  A few days later, They were walking next to each other home. They all lived on the same neighborhood, which is why they've known each other so long. On the way there, Ione started thinking about that day. Casp didn't think anything of it, and it made the greek sad, but why? That's what he kept asking himself, "but why?".

  He didn't understand! His entire life him and Caspion had been best buds, brothers. What was happening now? Why did his face go red around him? His stuttering was almost as bad as Opal's when talking to him sometimes. He wasn't sick because he never gets sick. Opal had made fun of him when he told her about it yesterday, and then she said, "I understand dude, I understand.", and she laughed. What did she mean? He was so confused. And then there was the neck thing. That one just full on mystified him. Why his neck? "Hey, Opal, wanna come over to my place.".

  "Yeah sure dude why?"

  "I need ask you something."

  Opal gave him her signature Lenny Face©. He glared at her, noticing Casp's face saddening in the corner of his eye. "Hey Casp, you ok?", he asked worryingly, concerned for his best 'friend'. "Yeah don't worry dude-", his face winced as he said the next thing, Ione wondered why, "-you're my best friend, I'd never lie to you.". Opal gave the two boys this face, and then, the freckeled face boy laughed. Then a hearty laugh came from the shorter boy. THEN a rough crazy laugh came from the cuban, but they loved that laughed. And soon, everyone was dying laughing. They slowly calmed down, saying their goodbyes, going in their separate directions.

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   At Ione's house, they settled down in his room, Opal's calculating grayish-hazel gaze on the Xbox, Ione laying on the bed, cyan ocean eyes staring at the light blue ceiling. 

   "Soooo what was it you wanted to talk about?"

   "It's about Caspian, I'm sure you noticed. You always notice stuff like this."

   "I expected this conversation sooner or later. So what's your specific question?"

   "Why?"

   "Real smart."

   "Fuck you."

   "I'd fuck me too."

   "No but seriously, I'm wondering why all this is happening. Why I get red, why I stutter almost as bad as you do,-"

  "HEY!"

  "-, why I get sad when he's talking to girls. Why am I acting like a girl with a crush on a cute boy?"

   The girl looked at him with these expectant eyes, and soon he realized. He just said 'why'. He just answered his own question. He had a crush, but he was straight. Straight as a pencil. As a ruler. As a line. So this wasn't possible. Right? 

 "But I'm straight!", he exclaimed. "When did you figure out you were straight?", the cuban questioned. That shut him up reeaal quick. He never did officially have that one girl or moment that really spoke to him in godly letters, "Thee boy is le hetero". It was just an assumption.  But now he was starting to doubt it. "But how am I supposed to deal with this, when I've always been straight?", he questioned. "I don't know, that is for you figure out."

    "Are you saying I like Caspion?", the boy asked. The female shook her head no, muttering something about not worrying about it now.

   The now gay boy looked out the window, wondering what his life has in store for him now.

   Words: 1005

   Song: I was on a discord group call :/

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