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Staring at the clouds, the teenage boy lay upon the bare grass, each little blade digging into his back uncomfortably, making him itch. He didn't bother to scratch, too much on his mind to concern himself with it. Trying to forget his pain, he looked at the clouds, thinking of what form they took. "That one's a turtle," he thought. "And that one's... that one looks just like him." Looking sadly towards the cloud that shaped two uneven eyes and a plain smile.
Johnny 2x4 sighed upon remembering his old buddy Plank. All the memories they had shared, growing up. Johnny heard grass being stepped on, someone walking towards him. He moved his head to the right to see his company. "Hey Jimmy," he said vaguely.
"Hey Johnny!" the blonde boy said joyfully, his usual preppy self. "Where's..."
"Plank's gone to the city."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Jimmy replied, sitting next to Johnny. He knew how much Johnny hated the city, he was too free spirited, too adventurous, too much like a hippy. Now losing his best friend to the city, it must be so hard on him...
Jimmy studied Johnny, who now had his eyes closed. He's never changed so much over the years, Jimmy thought. He was still the same kind-hearted person. He just looked older, not changing his style either, Jimmy noted. Jimmy himself had changed a bit. More in looks, he was still a snobby wimp, with that obnoxious laugh. His headgear was now just retainers, and he was a Gap kid for sure. He thought he was a poet, but his poems, well... weren't that great. "I just don't have the right inspiration!" he would say.
Johnny sighed again. "It's all right. I knew it was gonna happen. I just hope he's happy. As long as he's happy, I'm happy."
"That's the spirit!" Jimmy said, hoping his happy attitude would rub off on his friend. He came to tell him something, something eating up inside of him for a long time. He had shown signs, obvious signs, but no one had caught them. His cover, Sarah, worked too good, painfully good. He had liked Johnny since he laid his blue eyes on him. When they were young, it was the type of puppy love he had for him that he showed with Sarah. Sarah knew the truth, they were just best friends. They knew each others' secrets and helped hold them from the rest of the cul-de-sac, at least until the time was right.
And now, the time was right. "Johnny, can I ask you a more personal question?"
"Sure," He replied, too caught up in his own thoughts to hear Jimmy's question clearly.
"Were you and Plank ever... more than friends?" Jimmy's heart pounded, anxious as ever.
Johnny pondered thoughtfully on the question. "Well, not really. There had been some sparks here and there, but we were just too good of friends to ever cross that line completely." Jimmy huffed a sigh of relief. "Why do you ask?"
The question shot through Jimmy like a bullet in the chest, almost knocking him to the floor with surprise. This was it, he thought. This is the perfect chance-
"Just curious." He could have slapped himself then and there. He should have slapped himself. That was his opening. Then a back-up plan came to mind. "Have you ever thought of falling in love with another man?"
He thought again, his brown eyes deep and mellow, like always. "Love is love. It would be nice one day to find the perfect someone, I guess it doesn't matter what the person is." Jimmy was smiling widely, he tried hard not to let it show. "Is there something bothering you? You're asking a lot of weird questions."
Shoots and ladders, Jimmy thought. I should have taken the first chance. Wait... another oppurtunity! "Something's been bothering me for years, Johnny."
"You're gay?" he asked, not knowing Jimmy was about to say more.
"Yes." His heart raced, blood rushed to his cheeks.
"What about Sarah?"
"We're just friends. We act otherwise so no one teases me about my sexuality."
Johnny just continued to lie there, clouds in his eyes. He seemed to be deep in thought, probably not about Jimmy being gay though. This bothered Jimmy, he wanted to be on Johnny's mind. "What are you thinking about?"
"I don't know. There's too many thoughts, I can't hold just one."
"Am I one of those thoughts?" he got the nerve to ask.
Johnny changed his gaze from the sky to Jimmy. Jimmy's cheeks turned red again, looking directly into his desire's eyes the same way he had dreamnt for years. But Johnny's eyes didn't hold the same love that Jimmy's did. They held more of curious look, almost as if his eyes themselves were supposed to ask what Jimmy had meant. Jimmy gulped hard.
"I love you, Johnny." Red with embarasment, and ready to cry from the nervousness he felt, he turned his head, dreading whatever Johnny would say next to destroy his fragile heart. Instead, he just put his hand on Jimmy's shoulder.
"Hey, buddy, it's all right. I won't think of you weird or anything." Jimmy felt a lot calmer now, especially with Johnny's hand on his shoulder. It was so warm to him.
"Last question, I promise... Will there ever be an... us?"
Johnny thought about it for a couple moments. "I don't know," He said, finally. "I'm kinda hurt right now about Plank leaving. And... I don't know. I don't want to end up hurting you." He paused. "I'll think about it," he said, smiling. Jimmy smiled back. Johnny got up to walk away, but he stopped, and turned to face Jimmy, who then stood up to look Johnny in his eyes.
Johnny walked towards Jimmy and put an arm around his waist. "To help me think..." he said quietly. He leaned down towards the slightly younger boy and kissed him softly. Jimmy closed his eyes, in complete bliss. He wanted to deepen the kiss, but he knew not to push his chance. Johnny parted away and smiled at Jimmy. Jimmy thought he would melt in his arms. Staring into his soft brown eyes, it was too much like a dream. Johnny walked away, leaving Jimmy in awe.
"If this is a dream, pray I don't wake up..."
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Staring at the clouds, the teenage boy lay upon the bare grass, each little blade digging into his back uncomfortably, making him itch. He didn't bother to scratch, too much on his mind to concern himself with it. Trying to forget his pain, he looked at the clouds, thinking of what form they took. "That one's a turtle," he thought. "And that one's... that one looks just like him." Looking sadly towards the cloud that shaped two uneven eyes and a plain smile.
Johnny 2x4 sighed upon remembering his old buddy Plank. All the memories they had shared, growing up. Johnny heard grass being stepped on, someone walking towards him. He moved his head to the right to see his company. "Hey Jimmy," he said vaguely.
"Hey Johnny!" the blonde boy said joyfully, his usual preppy self. "Where's..."
"Plank's gone to the city."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Jimmy replied, sitting next to Johnny. He knew how much Johnny hated the city, he was too free spirited, too adventurous, too much like a hippy. Now losing his best friend to the city, it must be so hard on him...
Jimmy studied Johnny, who now had his eyes closed. He's never changed so much over the years, Jimmy thought. He was still the same kind-hearted person. He just looked older, not changing his style either, Jimmy noted. Jimmy himself had changed a bit. More in looks, he was still a snobby wimp, with that obnoxious laugh. His headgear was now just retainers, and he was a Gap kid for sure. He thought he was a poet, but his poems, well... weren't that great. "I just don't have the right inspiration!" he would say.
Johnny sighed again. "It's all right. I knew it was gonna happen. I just hope he's happy. As long as he's happy, I'm happy."
"That's the spirit!" Jimmy said, hoping his happy attitude would rub off on his friend. He came to tell him something, something eating up inside of him for a long time. He had shown signs, obvious signs, but no one had caught them. His cover, Sarah, worked too good, painfully good. He had liked Johnny since he laid his blue eyes on him. When they were young, it was the type of puppy love he had for him that he showed with Sarah. Sarah knew the truth, they were just best friends. They knew each others' secrets and helped hold them from the rest of the cul-de-sac, at least until the time was right.
And now, the time was right. "Johnny, can I ask you a more personal question?"
"Sure," He replied, too caught up in his own thoughts to hear Jimmy's question clearly.
"Were you and Plank ever... more than friends?" Jimmy's heart pounded, anxious as ever.
Johnny pondered thoughtfully on the question. "Well, not really. There had been some sparks here and there, but we were just too good of friends to ever cross that line completely." Jimmy huffed a sigh of relief. "Why do you ask?"
The question shot through Jimmy like a bullet in the chest, almost knocking him to the floor with surprise. This was it, he thought. This is the perfect chance-
"Just curious." He could have slapped himself then and there. He should have slapped himself. That was his opening. Then a back-up plan came to mind. "Have you ever thought of falling in love with another man?"
He thought again, his brown eyes deep and mellow, like always. "Love is love. It would be nice one day to find the perfect someone, I guess it doesn't matter what the person is." Jimmy was smiling widely, he tried hard not to let it show. "Is there something bothering you? You're asking a lot of weird questions."
Shoots and ladders, Jimmy thought. I should have taken the first chance. Wait... another oppurtunity! "Something's been bothering me for years, Johnny."
"You're gay?" he asked, not knowing Jimmy was about to say more.
"Yes." His heart raced, blood rushed to his cheeks.
"What about Sarah?"
"We're just friends. We act otherwise so no one teases me about my sexuality."
Johnny just continued to lie there, clouds in his eyes. He seemed to be deep in thought, probably not about Jimmy being gay though. This bothered Jimmy, he wanted to be on Johnny's mind. "What are you thinking about?"
"I don't know. There's too many thoughts, I can't hold just one."
"Am I one of those thoughts?" he got the nerve to ask.
Johnny changed his gaze from the sky to Jimmy. Jimmy's cheeks turned red again, looking directly into his desire's eyes the same way he had dreamnt for years. But Johnny's eyes didn't hold the same love that Jimmy's did. They held more of curious look, almost as if his eyes themselves were supposed to ask what Jimmy had meant. Jimmy gulped hard.
"I love you, Johnny." Red with embarasment, and ready to cry from the nervousness he felt, he turned his head, dreading whatever Johnny would say next to destroy his fragile heart. Instead, he just put his hand on Jimmy's shoulder.
"Hey, buddy, it's all right. I won't think of you weird or anything." Jimmy felt a lot calmer now, especially with Johnny's hand on his shoulder. It was so warm to him.
"Last question, I promise... Will there ever be an... us?"
Johnny thought about it for a couple moments. "I don't know," He said, finally. "I'm kinda hurt right now about Plank leaving. And... I don't know. I don't want to end up hurting you." He paused. "I'll think about it," he said, smiling. Jimmy smiled back. Johnny got up to walk away, but he stopped, and turned to face Jimmy, who then stood up to look Johnny in his eyes.
Johnny walked towards Jimmy and put an arm around his waist. "To help me think..." he said quietly. He leaned down towards the slightly younger boy and kissed him softly. Jimmy closed his eyes, in complete bliss. He wanted to deepen the kiss, but he knew not to push his chance. Johnny parted away and smiled at Jimmy. Jimmy thought he would melt in his arms. Staring into his soft brown eyes, it was too much like a dream. Johnny walked away, leaving Jimmy in awe.
"If this is a dream, pray I don't wake up..."