Present

'Homo'-sapiens

"With me?"

Without making a noise, he looked at me. We locked eyes again. He drew the marshmallow close to his mouth slowly, and ate it. I chewed all the marshmallow in my mouth and swallowed it too.

Is he giving me consent this time?

I drew my body closer to his for a kiss.

This is it, this time there are no turning backs.

***

[March 29, 2020, 5:11 p.m. (Present), Zach's P.O.V.]

Whenever I'm with Martin, he almost always never fails to cheer me up and make me look on the bright side of things. When he got to the house, I already have cut myself but it was a shallow cut, just enough that my wrist bled out but the radial artery of my wrist was fine. He might still haven't realized it yet, the long-sleeved hoodie and the way I fold my arms just to hide it.

He's fun to be with, but today, things are getting weird. HE's acting weird. I am so uncomfortable with all these sudden stuff happening but he's my brother so nothing in this whole world would make me hate him.

What is he doing?

His cheeks were red, probably from blushing or from eating the marshmallow. He moved his body closer to me and the moment he closed his eyes, I knew what was about to happen. 

Did he take it seriously? Is he really going to do it? Think of something, anything!

Or else, Hannah would hate me.

I saw a can of soda so I grabbed it and drank it, leaning my back to the side of the car, distancing myself from him. He ended up kissing the butt of the can.

"Dude, you can't take a joke, can you?"

He opened his eyes and looked at the soda that I was drinking, he then wiped his mouth.

- "What the fuck dude"

"Did you really think that I was going to kiss you? You really are gay after all."

Is he really though?

- "And so what if I am?"

"Nothing." 

- "Now I feel like shit."

"Don't be stupid. You ate all the marshmallows left, did you really think I was just gonna let you eat the last one too?"

- "Shut up"

"Alright, sorry... chill"

He faced away from me and turned his head towards the view, the redness from his cheek was slowly fading away and I felt awful for him. I didn't want him to feel bad. To ease the awkwardness, I finished the whole soda.

...

- "That was mine."

"Huh?"

- "You drank my soda"

I suddenly came to a realization that I drank an opened soda can. Quickly, I spat out of the car as if it wasn't already too late. 'Acting' like I was disgusted.