❝Kid, don't do that!❞ It was as if I could almost feel him smile-Hear it in his voice, let the warmth of it deluge my heart.
❝Why not?❞
❝It tickles, Allan.❞ I looked into his eyes as he chuckled. Just then i noticed a strange spark of uncertainty a...
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I looked into his eyes. They were comfortable. Deep down they were rattled by whatever just happened just like me, but they were comfortable. I wasn't embarrassed. At first I thought I was. But I wasn't. It was just new. And I guess something I might like to get used to.
He was red. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. It was just too sudden. But it was beautiful. If this is how first times felt like, I'd like to have at least a million more first times. But maybe it's just him who felt so good.
We were lying next to each other. He looked at me. I looked at him. It wasn't like the books. The books never described how beautiful it should be. The books never told what you should do right after having an intimate first kiss. Guess that's for the readers to feel themselves.
He smiled. I giggled. And once again we laughed. But this time we both knew what it was. We both understood what it was. I am sure it wasn't his first time. I'll have to learn about his exes. And the joke is that I am excited about it.
Am I getting ahead of myself? Yes. Will I stop myself? No.
We go downstairs in silence. I bet he is thinking about it.
I know I am thinking about it.
"Hey kids!" Aunt Olivia was here. Woah.
"Heyy!" I was kinda shocked but something like this isn't new. Mom was walking into the kitchen.
"This is a surprise." Jace acknowledged. Coldly. His voice soft and raspy as ever.
"Your Mom had something to talk about with me." She looked at me "And I have something for you two."
What could Olivia possibly have for us?
"I couldn't attend this concert. I want you two to go." Olivia said.
"Since when do you go to concerts?" I blurted. I was shocked.
"It's classical." She justified.
"Woah! I am out already." Jace spoke, sarcasm flashing through his face.
"Aunt Olivia? Classical? Are you okay?" I asked.
"I just got the tickets from a co-worker and Cole and Nishi would clearly kill me if I asked them and you had a thing for cello when you were a kid. So just go." Olivia smiled.
I was kinda embarrassed. I liked cello till 7 and then realised how dumb my music taste was for a kid. So I jumped to Disney music. I guess that's what made me gay in the first place.
"So you were into classical too? Okay okay! Beethoven." Sarcastic Jace is just super cute.
I side eye him while Olivia took out two tickets from her hand bag. I looked at Jace. He was puzzled. And so was I. Olivia looked at our faces and said "C'mon! 50 minutes. That's all. Please?"
She was requesting so I took the tickets and passed a little smile. Jace agreed and stayed silent. Olivia jumped with joy.
"Yes! Thankfully." She was walking towards the kitchen when she turned and said "Consider it a little date. Dress formally."
DATE?
How did she even know?
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I saw the SUV pull up in the driveway through my bedroom window. It was 7:30 PM. Jace was here. I took a deep breath as the adrenaline rushed throughout my body. He wasn't exactly late. Just 10 minutes. I rushed to the closest mirror I could find. Hair are done. The tuxedo looks fine. But I still look like a clown.
I took my phone and started walking down the stairs. I bet Jace is standing by the edge waiting.
I wasn't even going to wear a tuxedo. Like no. But then Jace sent a snap of this bow tie on some blue cloth. I was still in a doubt if I should just go with the caremal color sweater and black ripped jeans. But then I didn't want to make a joke out of Jace. He would be so dressed up.
But I never had the body to wear tuxedos. Like I am just too skinny for formal wear. But Jace was looking hot. No shit.
He was looking AMAZING!
Glossy blue jacket fitting perfectly over a black shirt. He had a broad chest so it all suited pretty well on him.
He was looking ... umm ... sexy but cute.
I stood just a few steps above and there he was. He was smiling, but I could make out he was shocked.
"And I thought I was looking good." He chuckled.
"You are looking good." I fought back.
"Not as much as you."
And I blushed
Very very very hard
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We sat in our seats and the lights dimmed. There was this sense of comfort when this girl came to the stage with her cello. I looked at Jace. He was just mesmerizing. To look at him—his perfect jawline, those deep-ended eyes, ruffled messy hair—anyone would fall for him.
The girl started playing. There was a nice sound to the cello. The cacophony of what felt like content and sorrow, both at once, endured what she played tremendously. 20 minutes into the concert and it wasn't as boring as I thought.
I'd like to know what piece was this. I'd like to listen to it when I read somethimg calm and something simple.
Suddenly I felt a little nudge on my hand. I looked down and it was Jace's hand touching mine. He slowly reached for the palm, soft and soothing, and grabbed my hand as he locked his with mine.
My heart runbled, picking up a lot of speed.
I wanted to look at him. To see how nervous he was. But I kept my eyes away. We both couldn't look at each other just because we were scared that we would catch each other looking at ourselves. And I think that was cute.
