The Story Of Us

Sparks and Fireworks

Two weeks passed and I was aching to break up with Kirstie. She was just so clingy and I really wasn't that into it. And every time Mitch, Kirstie and I were all together, Mitch was miserable. He always looked so sad, like his heart was breaking.

On the Friday before the three weeks, Mitch came over to my house to stay over for the night. We were laying out on my bed, his head on my shoulder. That's how we always relaxed, it wasn't seen as romantic to us. The TV at the end of my bed was turned up to full volume and Spice World was on.

I usually loved Spice World but today my mind was restless. I knew Mitch could tell because he kept looking up at me. The fifth time he looked up at me he sighed and reached across for the remote. He muted the TV and we both sat up. He turned into face me, his legs crossed.

"What's on your mind, Scott?" He asked looking concerned.

"Kirstie." I whispered. Mitch immediately rolled his eyes. He hated when I talked about her. Probably because he had known her for most of his life. I had also learnt that they 'went out' the year before, for two months. That was pretty good for two thirteen year olds.

"Not like that, Mitch. Can I explain something to you?" I asked. He nodded in response, "I never actually liked Kirstie. I asked her out that day because I was confused. I had never liked a girl before. Didn't know what it felt like. So the day of the fight I decided that if I asked Kirstie out I would know what it felt like. To like someone. We kissed that day and I felt absolutely nothing. It was the most boring thing I had ever done in my life. Then I came over to your house and you told me what you told me and I started to rethink things. Maybe I'm just not that into girls either. Maybe I like guys. But I've never tried it. So..... I wouldn't know. I don't want to hurt Kirstie. She thinks I like her but I'm just not like that...." I started to get extremely flustered. My hands started to do the talking for me. My eyes started to fill with tears and a huge lump formed in my throat.

"Scott, shhh. It's okay. You're not going to hurt her. You do realise the second you break up with her she is going to find another guy. It's nothing personal she is like that. How can you blame anyone for liking her? She's gorgeous." Mitch giggled a little and wiped a tear that had escaped from my eye off of my face.

There was a silence for a minute. I was caught in Mitch's gaze again. His brown eyes completely overtaking me. The light from the TV made them shine brightly. His nearly black hair was falling perfectly on his head, his fringe waving slightly to the left.

I could always hear Mitch complaining about how thin his hair was. Said it was like a babies hair. He hated it, but I didn't. I loved it. It completed him.

My eyes flicked down to his lips. They were the perfect shade of pink and brilliantly shaped. And ever time he smile two dimples would form at the sides of his cheeks. It made my heart melt.

"Scott?" Mitch asked. My eyes flicked back up his face and to his gaze again. He was watching my face with deep concentration, his eyes flicking back and forth between my left and right eye, like he didn't know which one to fixate on. I nodded remembering he had called my name.

"You said you've never tried kissing a guy before. You can kiss me if you want." He whispered. I felt my heart stop and my breathing hitch. The butterflies in my stomach seemed to wake up and fly around my stomach.

"What?" My voice came out high pitched and shaky.

"I mean we don't have to talk about it. We don't have to if you don't want to. I just thought..."

"Shhh." I cut him off. I cupped my hand against the side of his face and looked him straight in the eye. I leaned in slightly and then a little bit more until I was nearly going cross eyed. I stopped when our noses touched, nervous to go in further. Nervous I might do something wrong.

Mitch's right hand moved up to my face and he closed the space between us. Our lips touched and I melted into his touch. That's what I was missing when I kissed Kirstie, the spark. The fireworks. I felt it. It was like my lips were on fire.

Our lips moulded together perfectly, like they were meant for each other. I felt Mitch's hair in between my fingers. I moved a little so that he didn't have to lean up as much.

I felt my tongue automatically flick out of my mouth and to tip his bottom lip. I dragged it along his top lip slowly. That's when I felt him pull away.

I was out of breath. Mitch looked at me his eyes wide. His hand flew over his mouth as did mine. My heart was pounding. Mitch's face went an unhealthy shade of white.

"I'm sorry. We shouldn't have done that." I stated feeling my face turn a bright crimson in colour. Mitch looked me up and down and his hand fell from his face.

"It's okay. I... That was.... I think..." Mitch couldn't form a coherent sentence. He laughed and so did I and soon we were on our backs cackling loudly.

"Boys, dinner!" My mom shouted from downstairs.

Mitch and I ran downstairs together, excited. My moms cooking was the best. That night she cooked spaghetti Bolognese. With gluten free spaghetti for Mitch. We seemed to have a constant supply of gluten free food in our house now a days. Gluten free pasta. Gluten free pizza. Gluten free bread and pastries. It made me feel warm and fuzzy inside thinking he thought of this place as his second home.

We sat down in our chairs. Mitch and I next to each other. My sisters across from us and my parents on either end of the table.

"So what have you boys been doing upstairs then?" Mom asked as she filled Mitch's plate and placed it in front of him. Mitch and looked at each other, wide eyed.

"Just watching Spice World." I said shovelling a spoonful of food in my mouth. I subtly kicked Mitch's leg lightly under the table. He looked across at me and smiled.

From that I knew nothing was going to change. We had just kissed. That's all. It was no big deal. But I definitely knew something for sure. I was very gay....

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