Kisses of Fire (boyxboy)

Chapter 20 - Drunk on Halloween

Do you celebrate Halloween?
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At 5:00, his parents were getting ready for dinner with a few friends from college, so Cooper was going to be alone for the next couple of hours, and he wished he was happy about it.

All there was to do was watch TV, and what he wanted to do was hang out with his friends. It didn't matter who or where, but he had no way of getting there.

His mom took away his skateboard out of fear he would try to use it, which is true, he would. It wouldn't be so bad, but she hid it somewhere Cooper had no idea where, and his dad refused to tell him. It's fine, though; he didn't want to skate anyway.

With a kiss goodbye from his mom, she told him there was money for a pizza and to call if he needed anything. By 6, they had left, and the sun was starting to set.

He walked around the house trying to think of what to do and thinking of nothing, he walked into his room and sat at his desk, pulling a pencil and a paper out of his backpack.

Cooper knew he was good at art, he gets it from his grandmother, but all he knew how to do was draw. Painting and all those other activities took up too much time; he liked to doodle anything he saw or thought of.

It would've been better if he could do a good job and not make it look like chicken scratch. Not caring about what he drew, he tossed the pencil and crumpled up the paper, aiming at the trash can but missing it entirely.

"Kobe." He said, sadly.

A week hadn't even passed by since he broke his wrist, and he was already over it. He was used to always being busy with practice or skating, and he couldn't do any of that now. Not to mention he looked stupid with stitches above his brow.

He was bored, and he wanted to go out and do something, but there was nothing within walking distance for him to do.

There was always Rivers party...

No, he wasn't that bored. Miles lived a couple of blocks away; if he was so bored, he could just walk over there.

Deciding to watch tv, he went to the living room and laid down, turning on a stupid cartoon.

Not focusing at all, he groaned and muted it. He grabbed his phone and went to River's contact. Before he did anything, he chewed on his lip and thought about if he really wanted to go.

Screw it

Sitting up, he went to their messages and stopped for a second time to rethink it.

Should he text or call? If he texted him, he probably wouldn't see the message right away, but calling him might result in a faster reply. Although, what if his ringer was off, so he didn't see the text or the call? He was overthinking this. He'll text him.

River

Hey

This was stupid. Or was it smart? A simple text, it's a good gateway into the conversation. Or maybe he should've gotten straight to the point. He could always double text...no that's even stupider.

Sitting back down on the couch, he unmuted it and tried not to pay attention to the nerves in his stomach.

Five minutes later, he felt his phone buzzing and quickly got up, hesitating to answer it. It was River.