Expect The Unexpected

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     Brooks couldn't stop laughing. While sitting atop of Blake's shoulders, he held on tight, Blake's hands clenching tightly around his thighs. Meg sat atop of Jeff's shoulders, as Mitchel sat off to the side, munching on a snack he'd brought from home.

     Blake's hands help on tightly, as  Meg struck, her hands finding Brooks' shoulders and efficiently shoving him off of Blake's shoulders. As he fell, the smile never fell from his lips, even as he began to notice both Jeff and Meg swimming to the dock, and hoisting themselves onto it.

     Mitchel followed suit, as Blake's eyes narrowed in on the three, him opening both lips, prepared to question. "You guys leaving?"

     Jeff nodded, letting out a false yawn, as he hooked an arm around Meg's thin waist, "yeah, it's getting late, isn't it, babe?"

     Meg nodded, her smirk overtaking her lips, as she eyed Blake for a few moments, her tongue coming out to lick at her bottom lip, Blake's eyebrows raising at the gesture. "Yeah, come on, J."

     The three left without another word, them having no other choice but to walk, Meg and Jeff hand in hand, as Mitchel was busily typing on his cellphone.

     But, as Meg walked away, her eyes still trailed along the long direct visit of Blake's body, that was translucent beneath the dark lake's water.

     Blake was glad they hadn't asked to use his car, because he knew that having to tell them no, would mean that Meg would've stormed off in a fit, Jeff following closely behind.

     Blake turner to Brooks, who'd let himself float in the water, his chin dipping itself in, as he gave Blake a questioning look. "Are you alright? We can go, if you want. I've had fun—"

     "No, I don't wanna go. I wanna stay here a little while longer." Brooks nodded, standing up a little straighter to push at Blake's chest with a smile so giddy, yet widely—that Blake couldn't help but smile back.

     As Brooks leaned in to do it once more, Blake caught his wrist, holding onto it tightly.

     Brooks couldn't look away, he tried to pull his wrist from Blake's hold, but failed, as Blake held it even closer. Soon, Brooks' wrist was held against his chest, as Brooks could now feel how hard and fast Blake's heart had been beating.

     The rhythm was smooth, yet alarming to both boys, whose chests were both heaving in the fluorescent light that was the moon above.

     Blake swore this was the moment that books that his mother had always talked about. The moment where two people who felt immensely for each other, looked one another deeply into their eyes, their lips inching closer to each other on their own accord.

     The smaller of the two opened his mouth to speak, "I-It's getting late, Blake—"

     Brooks was caught off guard by the pair of lips that attacked his. His mouth closed, as he couldn't quiet comprehend the fact that he was having his first kiss.

     With Blake Warner.

     But only seconds later, Brooks was responding, his hands finding Blake's shoulders and giving them a sharp, and sincere squeeze. Blake backed away for a few seconds, his hands leaning up to grab hold of Brooks' doe eyed expression.

     "This feels fucking excruciating." It was whispered, but Brooks could've sworn that in a time like that, it seemed louder than his own heartbeat, at the moment.

     Blake's hot, full, and clever lips found Brooks' again, as Brooks tried his best to keep up, but was always one step behind him, due to his inconvenient inexperience.

     Blake's hands began to wander down to Brooks' backside, but before he could get any further, he jumped back, eyes wide and afraid, as Brooks swore he could cry at the look in Blake's eyes.

     "Blake, I-I'm sorry." Although, Brooks had no reason to apologize, he felt the need to, as Blake's hand gripped both of Brooks' wrists that had been lying on his shoulders.

     "Don't fucking touch me." His words were slow, and menacing, as Brooks struggled to breathe, his insides burning with both fire and fear at the same man.

     Seconds later, Blake was out of the lake, his jaw trembling with anger at the boy still struggling to follow close behind him. "B-Blake, wait, okay. We can forget it ever happened, I promise!"

     Blake's eyes burned, because that was exactly it—he didn't want to forget about it. He wanted Brooks in his arms, for all hours of the day. He wanted to look Brooks in the eye, as he would smile genuinely.

     But before Brooks could hop into Blake's car beside him, Blake sped off, Brooks left with tears falling from both eyes, shouting loudly.

     "Wait, Blake—please!" But to no avail, Blake was gone. And Brooks was left alone in his thoughts.