MY YOUTH IS OURS EnglishVersion

Chocolate Delusions

I know it was mutual agreement that we went back to the movie room.

After our own session of making out in the bathroom.

There was no way we could go on with it without having to finish without pants.

It might sound funny. But it's not.

In fact, it's extremely uncomfortable to remain here sitting in this stupid movie theater while my mind and body would rather be testing new arrangements to explore Rathavit's mouth.

We're trying to keep our mouths occupied.

Popcorn helps. Better say... It would help if I wasn't wondering if the spice in his tongue tastes the same as what I'm feeling.

If is he the same way?

I don't even have to ask.

He doesn't even look at me.

He fixed the screen and his performance is impeccable.

My irresistible little boy eating his popcorn so concentrated. Like living in a private world. Mine?!!

Two days and I'm already naming it "mine "?

Maybe I'm a little obsessive about him since his aura captured me. It's not my fault if I have only disadvantages. I can't be with him at work. I know there's a dozen kids over there. Some really attractive... Even more than I am.

All I can do is seize every moment to show him that with me he is appreciated, desired. And he also desires me and that's the trigger to run adrenaline like the cars in this movie that is so stupid and... Wait!

Is the movie over?

I lost my mind and I didn't even notice.

We're already in the final credits.

We come out quietly and quietly remain as we walk the corridors.

A little stunned. It's common when you leave a session losing sense of direction.

But in our case it's for other reasons.

-Where do ya want to go now?

He asks so abruptly that it produces echo in my brain.

I sigh.

-Did you like our date?

-I... Obviously I liked it. Why wouldn't I have liked it?

-I don't know. Maybe we should watch a movie in my house.

-Why is that?

(Go ahead, Rathavit! If you play that innocent, I'll kidnap you from here and take you there.

I think, but only smile staring at him intensely.

I stop in front of a candy shop. I speak while I look at the window.

-I was scared.

He doesn't answer anything.

But his gaze seeks to aim where mine is: colorful American Briefcase dolls.

Why we're looking at them, I don't know.

There are so many different talents. I wonder if he can make edible dolls like that...

-I was, too.

Answers and smiles with a vibe of sadness.

We both know what we were afraid of.

Fear is a constant especially for us.

Or for those who are like "us ".

-It's late. Let's go home. I mean! Each to the respective.

He laughed. So unwittingly playful my boy.

We ask for Uber and divide it.

His house precedes mine. Before he goes down, I shake his hand. Trying to make that gesture the same as a kiss. He must have understood, because he smiles.

-Message as soon as you arrive?

He asks more as command than suggesting.

-As soon as I get there.

I answer by stating with my head.

He gets out of the car and enters his house.

Here he left a warmth as much for his presence as that which already existed in my body in contact with his, side by side. And an unmistakable woody scent.

(Message Coming Home)

P:

(chocolate bar Emoji)

"I already want to taste it again "

R:

"Take a cold bath, boy 5555 "

P:

"You too, Sir " (Bath Emoji)

R:

"I don't know what you're talking about "

P:

"Neither do I. I must be delusional... (malicious emoji) "

It's the perfect night to host delusions. Sweetly accommodated in the depths of my needy,,,,