I kiss boys

Friends?

Chapter 2-

"Ash!!" Someone was yelling my name. I shook my head to clear my previous thoughts of... zen. Wait. Did he kiss me? "Ash! Hello? Anyone home?" He took his right hand index finger and taped on my forehead. "What? Oh yeah, I'm here." I said staring at him intensely. "Well I was trying to tell you something and you just stopped walking and blanked out," I can't believe it! I imagined the kiss. "What were you thinking about?" He asked and my mouth opened slightly as I had no response. "Just if I should order another vanilla bean with whip cream." I lied but as soon as I said it I looked down at my hand to find my Starbucks cup, now I know for sure that the kiss was in my mind since I dropped my cup when zen kissed me. "Oh okay, we could walk back and get one." He suggested while pointing in the direction of Starbucks. "Um no, I'm good," Zen nodded. "So what were you talking about before?" Zen quickly picked back up on the topic he was on. While he was talking I stared at him. I'm not really listening to what he's saying but it's probably just about how handsome he is, zen being cocky and all. I looked at his style of clothing. He had on a black shirt that had the words 'failure' written across the chest area, he put a leather jacket over it and black skinny jeans to pull of his bad boy punk look. His best quality to me would have to be his tattoos, I know that's not really something I should say but honestly his tattoos define him. "You know what I mean?" I heard zen ask just as I finished solving the mystery of his tattoos. "Yeah." I said playing along with his question. "Really, you do?" He asked with an amused smile. "Yes." I answered again. "So your telling me you know what its like to kiss a girl and have her never call you again?" He said while covering his mouth to depress his giggles. Is zen making fun of me because I'm gay? that hurt me a little bit. "Are you- you making fun of me because I'm gay?" I stepped back and glanced at him with Crystal eyes. "No!" He said flailing his hands in front of his face. "Well, I've never kissed a girl." I said answering his question before attempting to walk away. "No wait," I continued on walking. "Ash, stop walking. Come back! I didn't mean it like that!" I kept walking but yelled back to him. "It's fine, zen. I just want to go back to my dorm."

The next day I had to wake up early and get ready for the second day of college. When I finally made my way into the room the first person I saw was zen. I wasn't technically mad at him because he most likely didn't mean what he said but I still didn't want to talk to him. I took a seat in the middle of the bleachers. "Ashtyn?" I could tell it was zen by the way his body gives off heat but his voice was soft and small like a little child unlike his normal voice that's deeper and evened out. "Yes, zen." I said setting up my computer. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry." Zen took a seat beside me. "It's fine." I told him still without looking at his face. "You sure?" He questioned playing with his hands. "Yeah, but if you don't mind, I'd actually like to listen to the lecture this time." Zen blinked rapidly and stood up. "Of course yeah, I'll just sit over there." He said while pointing to the other side of the room. "Mhmm." I hummed in acceptance and he stared down at me for a few seconds but then slowly backed away. I finally looked at him, well, more like looked at his back since he was turned away from me returning to a seat. I watched how his back muscles tensed every time he took a step and the way he swung his hips in an almost swagger walk. He was sort of beautiful, the way he walked with confidence but somewhere hidden in him you could see the slight glow of innocents and the shimmer of insecurities. He was a normal human being not a criminal. "Zen?" I called to him from across the room. He looked up from the seat that he slumped into. "Come here." I said waving my hand. He looked confused but got up anyway an walked back to me. "Sit." A smile bursted onto his face as he took a seat. "Really?" He questioned making sure I wasn't messing with him. "Look I guess what happened wasn't your fault, it was mine but besides that, we just met and I don't know why you wanna be friends with me since I'm obviously not the type of person you seem to hang out with but I'd actually like to be your friend. Which is why I will make an effort to get to know you." I finished up and zen quickly lunged towards me wrapping his arms around my waist. I was shocked at first but the body heat that he gives off especially when he's that close is hard not to feel safe and comfortable in. "Ash, when I saw you the first day of college I knew I had to find some way to start a conversation with you. That girl you told to leave me alone totally hates me now and goes out of her way to make me feel bad whenever she can but honestly I don't care as long as we're friends because that was the initial outcome of making her mad at me. I forgot all the types of horrible people I was friends with in high school when I saw you. Truthfully, you make me have hope about my future and every time I'm around you I automatically get happy which is strange because we just met but I don't care." He whispered all this in my ear sending a shiver down my back but regardless I wrapped my arms around his waist too. "Friends?" He asked. "Friends." I agreed and chuckled a little bit. We pulled a part and I nudged his elbow. "Go get your computer." He looked over to where he was sitting before and remembered he left his belongings over there. "Oh yeah, right." He stood up and went over to his bag bending down to retrieve it off the floor. Boy am I gonna have my hands full with this one. I sighed and smiled slightly while watching him struggle with his stuff. "Ashy! Friend! Come help me." He whined while trying to juggle all his stuff. I laughed but got up and walked over to help him. Thankfully we situated right before the lecture started. Something about zen gave me this sense of happiness that I've never gotten when I met new people who potentially became my friends, I guess this means he's special.