Post by DartxNi on Dec 19, 2005 13:55:42 GMT -5
Before they kissed it was a one-on-one basket ball game turned wrestling match. Neither of them could say who in all actuality initiated it. It had not been on purpose. They had maneuvered themselves into positions where neither of them had the upper hand. If one moved it would hurt. This was not a serious match and they did not want to hurt each other, so as one they both relaxed and fell back against the asphalt. Their breath faded and hearts ceased pounding its staccato rhythm so hard against their chests.
Coincidently they both turned to look at the other at the same time, so their lips met, and that turned into a gentile kiss.
It broke violently. Josh pushed away wiping his windbreaker against his mouth. "I'm not gay."
Vincent looked at him hard. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, Yes I am."
"I don't think you are." Vincent murmured touching his fingers to his lips.
"I know I am not gay," was his forceful reply, "and I would know. Wouldn't I?" he edged.
"But you kissed me."
"No, You kissed me!"
"And you kissed me back!" Accusation colored his voice hoarse.
Josh repudiated him. "I stopped didn't I?"
"How… how sad. You’re homophonic even though your parents…"
"Don't say anything about my parents!" Josh snarled. The built up emotion of years filled his eyes and he exploded at Vincent, his clenched fist knocking into his best friends eye.
Vincent was unprepared for this, but the huge highs and swinging lows of the past hour had him angry and confused. He wiped his eye and felt the blood appear on his hand from the stinging cut to his eyebrow. They began fighting now, in earnest.
When Vincent arrived at his front door he tried to open it quietly. He wanted an ice pack and a locked door and some hard rock music to drown in. But the creaky hinges of the front door to his house betrayed him.
"Ah honey, that looks as if it bites." His mother put down the paper she was grading and headed straight to the medicine cabinet. She pulled a chair out for him to sit on as she dabbed a wet towel at the cut on his eyebrow and the welt on his cheek.
"You want to talk about it?"
"I didn't start it."
"I didn't say you did."
"But I finished it." His face looked suddenly miserable.
"Is that a bad thing?" his mother asked wryly.
"Yes." He took the ice pack she held over his head and slumped up to his room.
Coincidently they both turned to look at the other at the same time, so their lips met, and that turned into a gentile kiss.
It broke violently. Josh pushed away wiping his windbreaker against his mouth. "I'm not gay."
Vincent looked at him hard. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, Yes I am."
"I don't think you are." Vincent murmured touching his fingers to his lips.
"I know I am not gay," was his forceful reply, "and I would know. Wouldn't I?" he edged.
"But you kissed me."
"No, You kissed me!"
"And you kissed me back!" Accusation colored his voice hoarse.
Josh repudiated him. "I stopped didn't I?"
"How… how sad. You’re homophonic even though your parents…"
"Don't say anything about my parents!" Josh snarled. The built up emotion of years filled his eyes and he exploded at Vincent, his clenched fist knocking into his best friends eye.
Vincent was unprepared for this, but the huge highs and swinging lows of the past hour had him angry and confused. He wiped his eye and felt the blood appear on his hand from the stinging cut to his eyebrow. They began fighting now, in earnest.
When Vincent arrived at his front door he tried to open it quietly. He wanted an ice pack and a locked door and some hard rock music to drown in. But the creaky hinges of the front door to his house betrayed him.
"Ah honey, that looks as if it bites." His mother put down the paper she was grading and headed straight to the medicine cabinet. She pulled a chair out for him to sit on as she dabbed a wet towel at the cut on his eyebrow and the welt on his cheek.
"You want to talk about it?"
"I didn't start it."
"I didn't say you did."
"But I finished it." His face looked suddenly miserable.
"Is that a bad thing?" his mother asked wryly.
"Yes." He took the ice pack she held over his head and slumped up to his room.
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
