Cross + Rosen (BoyxBoy)

Love At First Sight: Rosen

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The old Barsole cafe was one of the worst places in town, which is unless you enjoy being felt up by the way to old waitress Betris. It makes me shiver at just the thought of the sight. This cafe was nothing special but it was the content that was so precious. In the window I could spot him. The state he was in was irresistible. A child in a state of embarrassment as she left. He laid his head against the back closing his eyes. My legs caught up in an unbreakable barrier.

Hazel hair tossed in a perfect chopped length hanging just past his ears. Honey tan skin glowed off him as he basked in the sunlight. A light brown and white shirt lined horizontally across his chest and from what I could see light jeans to match. His delicate frame made me want to sweep him up in my arms. I turned breaking the barrier and walking inside. My feet seemed to have their own mind and sat next to him. What was I doing?! I hadn't even take this far before. I sat in his booth across from him.

Sorry, to interrupt you. You seemed slightly lonely. Don't want that do ya?" My mouth ran by itself. How could I let it get this out of hand?! The thoughts of being here with him made me very uneasy. I bit the metal ball on my tongue, a nervous habit I have had since I had the thing.

"Fuck off man, I don’t need company." He spat. Harsh, but I had to take it. This was him, no way around it. I had to, he was something I needed. Something I knew from the first day I laid eyes on him I need him to be mine. Love at first sight some call it.

I tried my hardest not to flinch of being hurt but rather threw up my waving hand to signal the waitress. She came over to find me. I had never had good business with Betris and liked it to stay that way. She use to say I'd scare off the merchandise.

"Give me two eggs over easy and three pieces of toast. White." I shot eyeing her with a taunting glint to reflect in a defeat for her. As I expected she gave a roll and walked off. I turned back to him and got comfortable folding my fingers and resting my chin.

"Who the hell do you think you are fucking Opera or something? Coming in my booth, in my cafe and acting like you own the place. The nerve you asshole." I almost flinched from his venom. I wanted to run and flee keeping my visits to him in secret so he would never have to see the face of the one who loved him so dearly in secret. Only half wanted to leave, the physical half needed to stay, no had to stay here. I would never get my way if I hide like a always do. I came up with my best comeback I could manage.

"Hmmm, I prefer something more non-materialistic, say Parris Hilton?" I came out with. He looked at me with a confused contorted face. What did I say? He cleared his face freeing them of wrinkles.

"Tell me another joke." He demanded tilting his head. He was a lost puppy of wonder. A request that I could fulfill for him.

"OK? Why did the chicken cross the road?" He said thinking of the first famous joke I could think of.

"What?" He asked sound like a child asking a deep meaningful question.

"A newspaper!" I said. How could he not know this one? It was so obvious. Then it clicked. I told the wrong punch line to the joke. In instinct I slapped my hands over my mouth.

"No no no no no! That was the newspaper joke!!" I cried out in need. My hands swayed like jazz hands as I pried them in front of myself shaking my head. My cheeks heated I thought they would turn blue from it.

"Never.... tell... pfff a joke... again!" He sputtered doubling over on the table with laughter. He was on the brink of tears by the time of regaining his composure whipping the fallen tears. I looked down clamping my hand to the back of my neck trying to come back. Seeing them made me want to reach over and lick them off him. The thought almost sent shivers down my spine but I shoved them down so he wouldn't realize it.