A Talk (Cray x Bazz)

Was it Okay?

Bazza's POV

We walked through the shadowy street, slightly lit by the hopeful glimmer of streetlights. I counted them as we passed. One, two, three, four- anything to pass the time. I didn't quite know what to say to the man standing next to me. I didn't think there was anything to be said. We were just two people walking through this lustful town. We were just two people who had known each other for years. We were just two people who had kissed in Paris. We were two people who had- . I paused. I looked behind me. He looked up at me from a few yards back. I gulped.

Cray's POV

I don't know what to say to him. I'm just as confused as he. I wondered why we hadn't spoken in weeks. Was he scared? Was I scared? Was I waiting for him to turn around and tell me never to speak to him again? This was a real possibility. Was I waiting for him to turn around, run towards me and passionately kiss me here on the ground where I stand? Maybe. It frightened me that I couldn't decide the more probable outcome. Instead he just spoke, "Come on Cray. It's cold out." It was cold. I took a few quick steps to catch up with him. Not enough though to stand beside him. We weren't there yet. It would take time before things returned to normal. I'm a fairly honest man. I will admit, Bazz did look good tonight. He has that same glimmer in his eye that he had in Paris. He has that smile that he only wore on occasion. For a second, I thought he was happy. But then he turned and paused. What was he looking at? He stared over my head for a second. "Bazz?", I murmured. He released himself from his stare and looked down at me in shock. He now looked sad. No. Disappointed. I'm sorry, I thought. I didn't realize that I vocalized this until he showed a dampened grin- almost forced. He returned his gaze to the background and said, "Its okay." Was it okay?

Bazza's POV

We walked for a bit longer until we arrived at the coffee shop. We were meeting our friends, Eliot and Lannan to discuss our new Click video idea. Just at the moment when I opened the door and the little bell rang, I got a text. I assumed it was our house group chat, as Cray's phone buzzed at the same time as mine. We simultaneously opened the message.

"Sorry guys. Eliot and I can't make it tonight. He's gotta go see his mom in the morning and i don't feel like going if he's not gonna be there. Sry. :\"

I then checked the time. 8:38. We were 20 minutes early. I looked down at Cray. "I guess we should head home." I said this, however I would've loved to sit there in that late-night coffee bar with him. I would've loved to have sat at a table for two with him. What I would give to talk with him again. His face reflected a slight frown, "Yeah, I guess you're right." I was wondering who was going to object. When I remember that I was the one who suggested we leave, I knew I was responsible to say otherwise. "Or we could sit and have a cup of coffee if you'd like." His face painfully lit up. I looked into his eyes. There was pain there. "Okay", he said. Was it okay?