Running Toward Love (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3

Leo grabbed his lunch tray and piled some food on it. Lost in thought, he wandered up to pay for his food. He heard a familiar voice behind him say, “What’s safe to eat around here? Everything at my old school tasted like salted cardboard.”

Leo turned his head and saw the boy from last night. “Ah. We meet again. Reese? Right? They have pizza almost every day, and it’s edible. I’ve got the spaghetti today. I’m hoping it’s as good as it was last year. Overall, the food isn’t great, but it’s ok.”

“Yeah, I’m Reese. Thanks for the directions last night and the culinary suggestions today. I promise I won’t only talk to you when I need help.” Reese grinned.

“That’s quite alright. You can talk to me anytime. Do you want to sit with my friend and me? He’s waiting for me over there.” Leo pointed to where Brandon was sitting.

“I would, but there’s this girl I’m supposed to meet with.”

“A girl? I suppose that is more important. Have fun.”

“No… uh… not like that.” Reese blushed. “I need to find out the details for cheer tryouts. I was on the cheer squad at my last school, and it was fun. I wanted to try and do that here, too.”

“A cheerleader. I would have guessed you for a lacrosse star.”

“I tried that, but I like cheerleading better. I also play baseball in the spring.”

Leo heard Brandon calling his name. “Sounds fun. I gotta go before my friend starts chewing on the table.” Leo laughed. “The cheerleaders usually sit over there.” He pointed across the cafeteria. “See you later, Reese.”

Reese smiled and walked where Leo pointed while Leo walked over and sat by Brandon.

“It’s about time you got here! That’s the last time I wait for you for food.” Brandon reached over and took one of the trays from Leo. “Now spill the tea. Who was that hottie you were talking to, and was he the guardian angel you hinted at this morning?”

“He is Reese. I met him last night on the beach. He’s not my angel. He’s just a new boy. Sounds like he’s trying out for the cheer squad. My angel’s name is Charlie, and he and his mom rented the cabin by the old lighthouse while exploring our glorious little town. That’s why he happened to be on the beach yesterday.”

“Wait? Exploring? Please tell me you didn’t fall for a tourist, Leo!”

“Yes, he is a tourist, but you didn’t see him. You didn’t talk to him. Bran, I haven’t thought about anyone else since the whole thing with Jazz. I planned to get through this year and maybe start over in college, but when I looked up into Charlie’s brown eyes, I fell.”

Brandon rolled his eyes. “Maybe he’s hot. Maybe he’s fun. But how long is he staying, Leo? You’re just going to get hurt again.”

“He’s staying until the end of the week, I think. Who knows what can happen between now and then. Maybe he’ll stay longer. Maybe we can do a long-distance thing. I felt a strong connection, Bran. I know he did, too.”

“We’re not done with this discussion. Spill the rest of the story. The fight with Matt and this angel saving you.” Brandon said, eating lunch and waiting for his best friend’s story.

Leo relayed to his friend all the events from the previous day between bites of his lunch. The run with his brother, the argument and fight with Matt, and finally, the rescue by Charlie. He even confided in him about the second dizzy spell at the mall. He finished by telling him about the second meeting with Charlie and the near-kiss.

“Wow. That was quite a day. I don’t think that much happened to me all summer! First off, how are you feeling today? Any dizziness or headaches. That sounds serious, bro. You gotta tell Kam or me every time it happens. Tell us even if you don’t want to tell your mom yet.” He reached over, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Ok. Ok. I promised Kam already. I promise to tell you, too. And I will tell my mom if it keeps happening. I’m not an idiot.” Leo rolled his eyes at Brandon.

Brandon smirked. “Now, on to the good stuff. When are you going to see your hot little tourist again?”

“Today after school. He wasn’t sure what his mom had planned. If he’s not busy, I’ll meet up with him and give him the grand tour. Maybe show him the Village and get some junk food for dinner.” Leo laughed. “Mystic Village fried dough should win him over.”

Brandon rolled his eyes. “With all the running you’ve been doing, I don’t know why you continue to put that crap in your body.”

Leo laughed. “It’s the best! It is my biggest weakness, diet-wise. I’ll just run an extra mile tomorrow. That reminds me. Aren’t you friends with Max? From the track team? Kam wants to try out, and I considered joining him.”

Brandon looked at his phone. “We have to get to class. I’ll talk to Max and find out about tryouts, then text you the details. If I don’t see you later, have fun and wish Kam good luck for me!”

The two boys put away their lunch trays and headed toward their next class.

————————————————————————————————————

The first day of senior year, finally behind him, Leo walked towards the gym to meet up with his brother and look for Max. According to multiple texts from Brandon, cross-country tryouts were held today. Now Leo was glad he skipped the morning run. Brandon said that Max would meet Leo and Kam at the track. Leo got to the gym and found Kam waiting for him. The two boys headed toward the track to look for Max. Leo spotted Max waving to him from the track infield. Max and a few other boys looked like they were doing pre-run stretching. The two brothers walked over and joined them.

“Hey, Leo! I was surprised when Bran told me you were interested in running this year. Aren’t you a senior? And is this your brother?”

“Yeah, I’m a senior. I just started running this past summer, mostly as a way of burning off anger issues.” Leo chuckled. “This is my brother Kameron. He’s a freshman, and he’s the one who suggested trying out for the team. I’m kinda along as support.”

Max stuck his hand out to both brothers. “Nice to meet both of you.” He glanced at Leo. “Running is an excellent choice for a mood enhancer, and it looks like you already have a runner’s body.” Max grinned. “Brandon mentioned track. You know we’re trying out for cross-country today, right? Indoor Track will start in November and Outdoor Track in late March.”

“Yep. We’ll try our hand at cross-country first. I prefer the long-distance stuff anyway. Little bro is the one who is looking forward to the shorter, faster events in track.”

“Ah-ha! So, Kameron is our speed demon, then?”

“Yep!” Kam laughed. “I outrun Leo all the time short distances. I’ll need to build up my endurance to run the longer races. I’ve only just started putting any effort into running.” As Kam was speaking, other boys started showing up at the track. Some were stretching, others jogging around the track to warm up before the tryouts began. Leo, Kam, and Max started running a warm-up lap. By the time they completed one lap, the coach had arrived, and everyone gathered around to listen to him speak.

Coach Stevens spoke loudly and paced back and forth in front of the boys. He was a middle-aged man but tall and incredibly fit. The coach could easily pass for forty instead of his fifty-two years. He spoke of past championships and future goals. He welcomed back current runners and thanked the new boys for attending tryouts. After his speech, Coach separated the boys into two groups. One group ran laps around the track, and the other ran around a small modified cross-country track. After each group finished, they swapped until both groups had run on both tracks.

Everything went well for Kam throughout the tryout, except for one thing. Kam decided to run a little too fast on the cross-country track, which was a failure. An epic failure, to be honest. The kind of failure that could have gone viral if only it had been caught on camera. Kam turned a corner and failed to see a giant mud puddle. By the time he finished sliding through the mud on his belly, he was covered from head to toe. Kam glanced over to the bleachers and saw that Tommy had arrived and was laughing hysterically. He also saw the new boy. The guy that Leo said he met last night. The boy was sitting by himself near the top of the bleachers, watching the tryouts.

After the tryouts, the coach pulled Kam aside and told him he would be on the JV team. He patted Kam on the back, said he expected him to do well if he trained hard, and showed the speed he showed today. He also encouraged Kam to try out for the indoor track season in November.

Kam ran over to the bleachers to fill Leo and Tommy in on what the coach said, and then they all walked back over to Max. Max made team captain, as expected. Kam made JV, and Leo made varsity. Max’s girlfriend joined the four boys as they left the track field. As they walked across the field, Leo turned back and saw Reese sitting in the bleachers. He raised a hand and waved. Reese smiled and waved back, then Leo turned and continued walking off the field.

“Becca, you remember Leo, right? This is his brother, Kameron, and,” Max trailed off, looking at Tommy.

Kam spoke up. “This is my bestie, Tommy. Nice to meet you, Becca.”

Becca walked with Leo as they headed for the school parking lot. “Leo, are you still going out with Jasper Anderson?”

“No. We broke up last year.”

“You’re better off without him, in my opinion. He’s a jerk and a stoner. You’re the one that dumped him, I hope.”

 “Yes. He was the biggest mistake of my life, and I’ve moved on from all that.”

Becca looked Leo up and down. “You’re hot. I know three or four boys and half a dozen girls who would fight to go out with you. Forget that jerk. Anyway, do you guys want to go with Max and me to get ice cream to celebrate.”

Kam answered for all three. “Definitely!”

They got to the ice cream shop, and all got their cones. Leo and Max shared stories about Brandon, wondering how they had never all hung out together. Leo noticed Kam and Tommy were whispering off in a corner booth. He thought it was strange but put it out of his head. Leo was distracted with thoughts about meeting up with Charlie later.

Becca noticed that Leo kept looking at his phone.

“Hot date later, Leo?” Becca smirked.

“Um, no. Well, sort of.” Leo blushed.

Kam yelled over. “Don’t let him fool ya. It’s a date. Loverboy can’t stop gushing about the guy.” 

“Shut up, Kam.” Leo rolled his eyes at his brother. 

Becca leaned towards Leo. “Tell me more. Is he cute?”

Leo sighed. “He’s not just cute. He’s totally dreamy. I met him out on the beach yesterday. I told him I’d text him after the cross-country tryout.” Leo said while looking at his phone again.

Becca stood up. “Well, let’s get you home then. Come on, Max, let’s go.” Becca led the way out of the shop, and they all followed. Max dropped Leo, Kam, and Tommy off and continued towards his home.

Leo was out of the car and sprinting towards the house almost before the car even stopped. He took the stairs two at a time, rushed into his room, and quickly picked out a change of clothes. He darted out of his room and into the bathroom. Leo jumped into the shower before Kam even got into the house. After the quickest shower of his life, Leo got dressed and texted Charlie to find out where he was. Leo started blow-drying his hair and did his best to make it as presentable as possible in as short a time as possible. Then, he ran out of the house. Glancing down to check for a reply from Charlie. He ran towards the fence but then thought better of it. His body was still too sore for jumping. He turned and went around and onto the beach.

He looked up and down the beach and spotted Charlie at the water’s edge. Leo walked up and stood next to the other boy, not saying anything for a minute or two. Then Leo looked over at him. “Sorry, I took so long. A guy from the team took my brother and me out for ice cream to celebrate. We both made the team. I made varsity, and Kam made JV.”

Charlie turned towards Leo, reached out, and grabbed both his hands. “That’s awesome! I’m so happy for you both!” He leaned in and hugged Leo.

Leo hugged him back before saying, “Thanks, Charlie. I’m happy that Kam and I are doing something together. I think running will be perfect for both of us.” Leo put his hand against Charlie’s face. “You’re so gorgeous, Charlie.” He smiled shyly.

Leo begrudgingly pulled his hand away from Charlie. “We better stop now, or I may decide to try for more,”

Charlie smiled. “You can try, but I’m not sure how far I’d let you get.” He winked.

Leo cleared his throat. “Anyway, what did you do today? I wouldn’t want to suggest doing the same things you already did.” Leo asked.

“We went out on a boat from the aquarium down the street and went on a whale watch. That took up a few hours. It was pretty out on the water, and we did see a few whales. Then mom went shopping, and I walked around town for a while and then came down here.” Charlie took out his phone and showed it to Leo. “Here are the pics of the whales.”

“Let’s walk this way.” Leo held out one hand until Charlie took it. Then he started walking up the beach, away from the lighthouse. “There’s a small carnival up here. It’s only here in the summer. This is the last week that it will be here until next May. There’s a Ferris wheel, a few other rides, carnival games, and junk food! Do you want to go? Have you eaten yet?”

“That sounds fun! No, I haven’t had dinner, and carnival food sounds perfect! Let’s go.” Charlie squeezed Leo’s hand tighter, looked at him, and smiled as they walked up the beach towards the carnival.

By the time they had been at the carnival for twenty minutes, Leo clutched a giant stuffed panda bear almost as big as he was.

“I can never win at these carnival games. Thanks for winning this for me, Charlie. I love him. I’m going to name him Charlie. Charlie the Panda.” Leo laughed, leaned over, and kissed Charlie on the cheek. “Let’s ride the Ferris wheel before it gets too dark so I can show you my town from up high.”

The Ferris wheel line was short, and the boys were in a seat in just a few minutes. They waited as the worker ensured they were buckled in, and then he locked the safety bar. The ride began to slowly turn, stopping and starting at first while other passengers got on or off. Leo pointed out some of his favorite spots in town when the Ferris wheel neared the top.

“One of the things I love the most is that we’re at the ocean, but just a couple miles away, we can swim and fish in the river.” He pointed off to their left. “Just past where the coastline bends in is the little spot where the town gets its name, Pebble Cove. Named that way because the beach there has more pebbles than sand. The cove is pretty, the water is great, but the beach is terrible.” Leo pointed out something different to Charlie each time the Ferris wheel went up. He showed him the Seaport Village, where the old tall wooden ships were displayed. He showed him the shops that were set up to resemble a colonial village, and he showed him many other sights.

Charlie grabbed Leo’s hand. “You really love your town, don’t you?’

Leo turned his head to face Charlie. “I do. I mean, I get annoyed by the crowds during tourist season. Most tourists are jerks who don’t care about anything but themselves. They leave trash everywhere. They drink. They fight. I’m not too fond of that part. But the actual town I do love.”

“So, you hate tourists, huh?”  Charlie huffed out a laugh.

Leo blushed. “Cute tourists with hot Australian accents are the exception to my rule.” Leo turned in the seat to face Charlie, and he leaned in. Charlie was so nervous that he was nearly shaking, but he went for it. Eighteen years was long enough to wait for his first kiss. He wasn’t about to wait one minute longer. Charlie grabbed the front of Leo’s shirt with both hands and pulled him close. Their lips met tentatively at first. Charlie’s lips parted, and Leo’s tongue darted inside. Leo leaned back against the side of the Ferris wheel car, pulling Charlie down on top of him. The seat strap dug into Charlie’s chest, so he ducked under it, freeing himself. Leo ran his hands up and down Charlie’s broad, muscular back. Charlie had one hand braced against the seat to stop himself from falling and his other hand on the back of Leo’s neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.

Clang! A loud metal bang rang in both boys’ ears, and they looked up, eyes wide. The ride had stopped. Their car was at the bottom, and the metal bar swung open. The carnival worker was looking at them with a look that was half scowl and half smirk.

“Get off my Ferris wheel, you two! Take that somewhere else.” He waved off in a direction away from the ride. “And you,” he pointed at Charlie. “If I ever see you on my ride again without the safety strap, I’ll kick you off permanently!”

Charlie mumbled. “Yes, sir. Of course, sir.” Then he grabbed Leo’s hand, and the two boys ran off as fast as they could away from the Ferris wheel and the line of people standing there and watching the entire thing.

They slowed down when they turned a corner and entered a different part of the carnival. Charlie spoke up. “Hey, do you want to grab something to eat?”

“Yum! Junky carnival food sounds great!” Leo chuckled. “Let’s go find some deep-fried chicken and onion rings, and when we’re done with that, some fried dough for dessert!”

Charlie rolled his eyes at the choices but followed as Leo led the way to the food booths.

After they ate what passed for dinner, the two boys walked through the carnival midway, finishing their fried dough. Leo glanced over at Charlie and smirked. He stepped directly in front of Charlie and looked up at the taller boy, then pulled Charlie’s face down to his own. As Leo leaned in close, his tongue darted out, and he slowly licked just to the side of Charlie’s mouth on both sides, then pulled back.

“What was that for?” Charlie beamed, his eyes burning with desire.

“Powdered sugar. I love it. I didn’t want to see it go to waste.” Leo shrugged and grinned and started walking again. They were passing through the carnival games when Leo suddenly stopped.

“I want to try and win something. This looks like a fun game. You won the panda for me. Now I want to win something for you.” Leo was hugging his giant panda as he spoke.

“Awe. I’m glad you like your panda, but you don’t have to win me anything. It’s sweet of you to want to, though.” Charlie replied.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to. Now hold onto Charlie, Jr.” Leo handed the panda to Charlie. The game had six big metal milk jugs, and the object was to toss a baseball into one of the pitchers—two dollars for three baseballs. Leo won four times and traded up for the prize he wanted. Sixteen dollars later, he handed a giant stuffed dolphin to Charlie.

“A dolphin to welcome you to our little fishing town.” Leo leaned in and kissed Charlie.

“Should I name him Leo?” Charlie smirked. “Nah. I won’t copy you. Pebbles for Pebble Cove.”

“That’s perfect.”

Charlie pulled Leo close and kissed him before pulling back and looking down into his eyes. “There are too many people around right here. Let’s walk somewhere else.”

Leo’s eyes lit up, and a devilish grin spread across his face. “Absolutely brilliant plan. Let’s go!”

The two boys headed towards the carnival exit, but Leo pointed between the fence and the Ferris wheel. “Back there. Behind the Ferris wheel. No one will ever go back there.” He pulled Charlie along by their linked hands until they were just outside the reach of the carnival lights. Now, in near darkness, Leo turned and faced Charlie. He placed one hand flat against the older boy’s chest and firmly yet gently pushed him up against the fence. Leo freed his other hand from Charlie’s grasp and slowly ran both hands up Charlie’s body until his hands were at the collar of Charlie’s light blue button-down shirt. Leo pulled on the collar, forcing Charlie to bend down slightly. Leo leaned in, and the two met in an open-mouthed kiss. Charlie was older. Charlie was taller. However, Leo was in charge. Leo broke away from Charlie’s mouth and started licking and kissing Charlie’s jawline, then moving up to his ear. After nibbling on Charlie’s ear, Leo began kissing the older boy’s neck.

Leo let go of Charlie’s collar, and his hands found their way to the top button of his shirt. He unbuttoned the top button and kissed the newly exposed skin. His fingers were shaking just a bit with nerves, and he undid the next button and then the next. He kissed and licked his way down with each button he released. Lower and lower. He was halfway down Charlie’s chest when he felt the other boy run his fingers through his hair and grip the top of his head.

“Yeah. Oh my God, Leo, that’s amazing.” Charlie said as he gently applied pressure, urging Leo even lower. Leo was on his knees in front of Charlie. More buttons unbuttoned—more kissing and licking. Leo finally released the bottom button on the shirt and spread the shirt open. Leo’s tongue darted out and into Charlie’s innie belly button. Charlie moaned and gripped Leo’s head even tighter. Leo rubbed up and down the front of Charlie’s khaki board shorts, feeling just how into this Charlie really was. Charlie moaned even louder. “Leo. Oh, God, Leo. Wait. Stop.” Charlie grabbed Leo’s shirt and pulled him back to a standing position. Charlie’s eyes were glazed over with lust, and he was breathing heavily. He took a deep breath and began to speak before Leo could cause him to change his mind. “We have to stop. I want you so bad, but not here. Not now.”

“Why? Did I do something wrong?” Leo had a worried look in his eyes.

“No. Oh, God, no. Absolutely not. It’s just that I,” Charlie hesitated and blushed before speaking again. “I’ve never done anything like this before. The kiss on the Ferris Wheel was my first ever kiss.” He put his hand up to stop Leo from interrupting. “I know we’ve just met, but I want more of my firsts to be with you. Not here, though. Not in a muddy field behind the carnival where anyone could,” As if on cue, a loud noise interrupted them.

Crash! Bang! “Hey! You two! What are you doing over there?! You don’t belong back here! The carnival is closed!” A voice yelled.

Both boys nearly jumped out of their skins. Leo spun and looked towards the yelling and saw a carnival worker. The man was emptying trash into a bin and had seen the boys. Leo grabbed Charlie’s hand, and they ran off into the darkness. They ran through the exit and out onto the beach. They never even slowed until they were near the path leading to Leo’s house, where they finally stopped.

 

Sonya’s Flower Shop

Noah paced nervously on the sidewalk before finally walking into Sonya’s Flower Shop. He started looking around, but he didn’t know much about flowers. Noah had no clue what to pick out for his mom. He knew that red roses were for romance, but that was the extent of his flower knowledge. He hoped to find Sonya or at least one of her employees. A girl would know what Noah should get his mom for Valentine’s Day. He absently brushed a few stray strands of his unruly black hair out of his face and walked toward the cash register, looking for help.

Noah stopped dead in his tracks. The cashier was not a girl, but instead was the hottest guy Noah had ever seen. Even from across the room, Noah was captivated by the guy’s stunning blue eyes. Those eyes added with the neatly trimmed blonde hair and killer smile made Noah weak in the knees. He guessed the guy to be sixteen, no more than seventeen, which was perfect since Noah himself was sixteen. He composed himself, so he wouldn’t look or sound like a complete idiot and walked up to the cash register to ask for help.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Aiden spotted the guy as soon as he walked in the door. This dude was hot as hell. Aidan was glad there were no other customers in the store because there was no way he could have concentrated on anyone but this dark-haired, dark-eyed beautiful guy. Aiden chuckled softly to himself. The teen looked utterly lost in the flower shop. Was he searching for a gift for a first girlfriend, maybe? Aiden sure hoped not. If he could get a read on this guy, he wanted to ask him out. The guy started walking towards the cash register, stopped, then started walking again.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Noah took a deep breath and thought about what he wanted to say. He was always nervous when talking to new people, but this guy made him even more nervous than usual. “Uhm, excuse me, sir. I need help in picking out flowers. Is Sonya here? Or do you happen to know anything about flowers? I’ve never bought them before. I know they all mean different things and I’m just so confused on what to buy.”

Aiden grinned. “Well, you’re off to a good start in asking for help. Sonya is not here. I’m her son, Aiden. We live right upstairs, and I’ve always helped out down here, so I do know a thing or two about flowers. I’d love to help you pick some out. Who are they for? A new girlfriend?” Aiden caught himself holding his breath, waiting for an answer.

Noah blushed and couldn’t look at Aiden. “No. I don’t have a girlfriend. They’re for my mom, for Valentine’s Day. It’s been a rough year, and I wanted to get something special for her.”

“Aw, that’s sweet. I hope the year hasn’t been too rough. What flowers does your mom like?”

“Everything is starting to get a little better for both of us, I think.” He looked at Aiden finally. “Could you help me pick out something a mom would like? I honestly have no idea.” He shrugged and gave Aiden a shy smile.

“Yeah. Of course.” Aiden walked out from behind the cash register and clapped Noah on the shoulder. “Come on. Let’s look around. By the way, what’s your name?”

“Oh God. I’m so sorry. I’m Noah. Didn’t you say your name is Aiden?”

“Yeah. I’m Aiden. Pleased to meet you, Noah. Now let’s pick out some flowers.”

They walked around the little store for about fifteen minutes. Aiden showed Noah almost every flower arrangement in the shop. Finally, they narrowed down the choices, and Aiden began to engage Noah in non-flower related conversation. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before? Are you new in town?”

“Sorta new, I guess. Me and my mom moved here from across town right after my parents got divorced.”

“Oh geez, that really sucks, Noah. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s ok. Things were actually worse when they were together than they are right now.”

Aiden gripped Noah’s shoulder. “It must still be tough. Anyway, what school do you go to?”

 “I’m still going to West Side High, but I’ll be transferring next week. A new school right in the middle of junior year. I hate that so much.” Noah’s smile instantly turned into a frown.

“Hey, I’m sorry. That sucks.” Aidan put his arm around Noah’s shoulders. “You transferring to Mystic River High?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

“It’s the only high school around here. It’s not bad. Kinda small.”

“I guess I’ll know one person at least. I’m sorry for getting emotional. I’m still getting used to the whole thing.”

“No worries, Noah. I’ll show you around and introduce you to my friends. You’ll know a ton of people in no time at all.”

“Thank you so much. Maybe buying flowers for my mom was a better idea than I thought.” Noah finally smiled again.

“Flowers are the answer to everything.” Aidan winked. “You pick out a college yet?”

“God, no! Still working on the applications. I don’t even know what I want to do with my life. Ugh.” Noah rolled his eyes and laughed. “I’m such a mess. Just put my picture in the dictionary next to ‘teen angst.’”

Aiden smiled and poked Noah in the ribs. “How about next to ‘teen hottie’ instead.”

Noah blushed and cleared his throat. “Uh, I’m totally not hot but thanks. Uhm, I think I’ll go with these.” He pointed at the display of tulips.

“Good choice, hottie,” Aidan smirked and winked again. “Everyone loves tulips. I’ll put in a few assorted colors, and I’ll be right back.” Aiden went into the back room then returned with an armful of tulips. “Here you go. One dozen multi-colored tulips and a nice mom appropriate vase.” His blue eyes gazed up and down Noah’s body. “You play a lot of sports?”

Noah blushed again. “I run track and cross country, and I play lacrosse. What about you? I’d guess football or maybe wrestling?” Noah tried to give a sexy smirk, but only accomplished a shy smile.

“I get my workouts around here. Lots of lugging bags of soil and fertilizer everywhere. I don’t have time for sports, but hey I do know one of the guys on the lacrosse team. Zac Simpson. He just started dating one of my best buds, Cole. It was so sweet. Their first date was on New Year’s Eve at the biggest party of the year in this town.”

“Simpson? The Simpsons that own half the town? Wow. I’m not sure if I’m more surprised that he goes to public school or that he came out while he’s playing high school sports! I..” Noah stopped what he was going to say, blushing furiously. “Any jock would get their ass beat at my old school for coming out. I mean yeah, there’s gay kids at my school, but the jocks are the ones that pick on them. They wouldn’t accept one of their own coming out.”

Aiden rolled his eyes. “Homophobia is so stupid. I do give Zac credit for coming out. The lockerroom is a different place than the classroom. His coming out does make it easier for any other gay lacrosse players to come out, though.” Aiden said with a smile.

Noah blushed even redder and walked with Aiden back to the cash register. “After I deduct the hot boy discount your total comes to $23.99.” Aiden said.

Noah smiled and handed the money to Aidan. “You don’t stop, do you?”

“Not until I get what I want.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Here’s your change, sir. I guess this means I’ll have to let you leave now. I hope your mom loves the flowers.”

Noah glanced down at the flowers. “Hey, Aiden, you made a mistake. There’s an extra flower in here. A red rose.”

Aiden’s grin returned. He reached into the bouquet of flowers and pulled out a single red rose. “It’s not a mistake. It’s more like a question. If you don’t already have plans, would you like to go out to with me for dinner Friday night?”

“Friday is Valentine’s Day. Doesn’t a sweet-talking gorgeous guy like you already have plans?”

“No. And even if I did, you are worth canceling any other plans I might have. Noah, will you be my Valentine?”

Noah nearly jumped for joy. “Yes! Absolutely, yes! I would love to go out to dinner with you. And I’d be honored to be your Valentine.”

Noah put Aiden’s contact info into his phone and smiled. A first date and on Valentine’s Day. He hoped that would be a good omen. He left Sonya’s Flower Shop, clutching his rose close to his chest, happier than he had been in a long, long time.

Fake Friends

Your fake smile holds no joy,

such a mean and nasty boy.

You call us the best of friends,

but the bullying just never ends.

As a friend you’re just bad.

Talking to you makes me mad.

Friends should comfort you when you cry.

They do not ridicule your reasons why.

We’ve been friends for many a year,

but you’ve seldom brought me cheer.

So, the time has come for me to say,

my former friend, please go away.

A New Year to Remember

A New Year to Remember

Benji’s best friend, Samantha, spotted him in the hallway. “Benji! Hey, Benji, wait up!” She ran up, almost out of breath. “Hey, idiot. I wanted to catch up with you before you got to class. What are you doing on New Year’s Eve? Got a date yet?”

 “No, Samantha, you know damn well I don’t. Who should I ask? This school is so close-minded it isn’t even funny. I don’t think this town realizes it’s almost 2024 and not still 1954!” Benji ran a hand through his short, jet-black hair and focused his dark brown eyes on his friend. “I wish I could go up to anyone here and ask them out without being afraid of getting beaten up, but you know how this place is, Sammie.”

“I know, sweetie. And I also know you wish you could ask out Zack Simpson. I think it might go better than you expect. I don’t have proof, but I think he plays for your team.”

“If there’s a God, he does. I gotta go, Sammie. I’ll see you at lunch.” He ran off down the hall.

Next up for Benji was algebra, his favorite class of the day. Not that he loved math, but Zack sat directly between Benji and the blackboard. He could spend the entire class pretending to pay attention, but all the while staring at Zack. The short blonde hair, the piercing blue eyes, the hot jock body. Yeah, Benji could stare at Zack for hours. After his conversation with Sammie, Benji decided to do something bold. He spent the entire class sketching Zack. Benji even wrote a poem and added it to the bottom of the picture. Benji wasn’t sure if he’d be brave enough to give it to Zack, but he drew it anyway.

 

++++++++++++++++++++

 

Benji slid into the seat next to Samantha at the otherwise empty lunch table. Sammie looked up. “Hey, Benji. You ask him yet?” She smirked and nodded towards Zack, sitting with the other lacrosse team members and a few cheerleaders.

“No. Of course not. He’s probably going out with one of those cheerleaders anyway.” Benji blushed. “I did doodle a sketch of him and write a poem.”

“Aww! Let me see.” Sammie reached for Benji’s backpack.

“Benji Kendrick, this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen! The art and the poem are both fantastic! You have to give it to him!” Sammie nearly squealed, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

“Oh, look, the little gay boy has a girlfriend. How sweet.” Benji glanced up and recognized Danny, one of Zack’s friends on the lacrosse team.

“Screw you, Danny.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you sick freak?” Danny reached over and flipped Benji’s lunch tray up, the food and milk splattering all over Benji’s clothes.

Benji stood up quick and started brushing himself off. “No, Danny, I wouldn’t let you touch me even if you paid me. I’ve heard how small your dick is.”

Danny raised his fist, but someone pulled him backward, and he landed on the floor. Zack stood over Danny, looking directly at Benji. “I’m sorry my friend is a jerk, Benji. I’m sure he’s sorry. Aren’t you, Danny?”

Danny looked up at Zack. “No. And why would you defend him over me?” Danny started to stand back up.

Zack lifted one foot, put it right in the center of Danny’s chest, and pushed him back to the floor. “Stay on the floor if you can’t be nice.” A crowd was starting to form around the boys. “What he did wasn’t cool. Let me get you a new lunch.” Zack smiled the smile that made Benji fall for him in the first place.

Benji looked down and blushed, then took a deep breath and looked back up at Zack. “Why are you so nice to me. You’re a popular jock like he is. Don’t you feel the same way about me?”

“Not all jocks are bigoted jerks.”

“Hold that thought,” Benji said as he reached into his backpack. “Here. This is for you. I better give it to you now before I lose my nerve. If you decide to punch me, I understand.” Benji handed Zack the sketch.

Zack looked at the picture and read the poem, his expression blank. He glanced around the table at all his friends. Zack peered down at Danny. He reread the poem and then stared directly at Benji. “Thank Goodness! I was starting to think there weren’t any other gay guys in the entire school. Especially none that are both smoking hot and smart, too.”

Danny stared up at him incredulously. “You’re gay?”

Zack pressed down harder with his foot. “Yeah, Danny. Do you have a problem with me being on the team now?” Zack directed the question at Danny, but he glanced at each of his friends, standing around watching the drama unfold.

“No, Zack. Whatever, dude. Just get off me.”

Zack removed his foot from Danny’s chest, and the other boy got up and stormed out of the cafeteria. Zack scanned the group of his other friends, and none of them made eye contact. He focused his attention back on Benji.

“Now that that drama is out of the way, do you have any plans for New Year’s Eve? My parents always have this huge party, and I’m usually bored out of my mind. Please say you’ll go with me. I’d owe you a huge favor.”

Benji nearly melted into a puddle on the floor. He stuttered and stammered, “I… uh… I think…” He glanced helplessly at Samantha.

 “No. No. No. We definitely do not have plans.” She put an arm around Benji. “He’s my best friend in the world, and I love him to pieces, but his tongue sometimes gets in its own way. This boy is trying to say he’d love to go out with you on Sunday night.”

 “I am capable of speaking for myself, thank you very much. Yes, Zack, I’d love to go.”

Zack reached out his hand. “Phone, please.”

Benji handed over his phone. Zack put his contact info in, then sent himself a text from Benji’s phone. “Now you have my number, too. The party is formal. Do you own a tux?”

“No. I have a suit if that works?”

“I’ll have a tux sent to you. You look about the same size as me, but text me your sizes just in case. I’ll ensure the tux is delivered by four, and I’ll pick you up on Sunday at six. Ok?”

“You don’t have to go through that trouble, but yeah, it sounds great,”

“No trouble at all. As I said, you’ll be doing me a huge favor. I’ll see you on Sunday night.”

Benji turned to Samantha. “Oh my God! Did that just happen?”

“I know, right! Damn, boy, you’re not just going on a date with your crush. You’re going to the biggest party of the year!”

“I hated that Mystic River High was the only school open between Christmas and New Year’s, but I guess it was fate. If I hadn’t been at school today, Zack would have never asked me out!”

“I know! All the snow days we’ve had killed our Christmas break, but now it’s all worth it.”

“Should I text him beforehand or wait until Sunday?”

“He said Sunday. He’s got your number. If it were me, I’d wait for him to text.”

“You’re right. We better go. The bell rang two minutes ago.” They both hurried out of the cafeteria.

 

++++++++++++++++++++

.

Benji spent Friday night and the entire day Saturday driving himself and everyone around him completely insane. He was so distracted by the thought of going out with Zack on Sunday night that he could barely focus on anything else. Finally, Sunday afternoon, Samantha arrived at his house to keep him occupied until the tux came. They were watching their second movie of the afternoon, “Love, Simon.”

“I am so glad that I came out on my own terms. If I had been outed like Simon was, I don’t know how I would have handled it.”

Sammie leaned in and hugged her best friend. “I would have been right here helping you deal with it and kicking the ass of whoever outed you.”

“You’re the best, Sammie.” Benji kissed her cheek. Then the doorbell rang. Benji leaped off the couch and ran to the door. He came walking back into the living room, carrying a garment bag and smiling from ear to ear. “It’s here. This is really happening.”

“Of course, it’s happening. Now go get dressed.”

Benji stopped and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “It’s him. He asked if the tux got here and if everything was ok.” Benji quickly typed a reply text. “Alright, I’m gonna go change. Are you leaving?”

Sammie scoffed. “No. I’ll be right here to take pictures of your skinny ass in that tux. Now hurry up. You don’t want to make your boy wait.”

Benji laughed and ran off to his bedroom to change. A little while later, he walked back into the room, straightening the cummerbund and adjusting the bowtie. “Does this look right? I’ve never worn a tuxedo before.”

“Oh, Benji. You look so handsome.” She hugged him. “I don’t know how you have stayed single this long. You are going to knock his socks off. You’re gorgeous, Benji. The tuxedo is perfect, too.”

“Aww, you’re making me blush. Thank you so much. I love you, bestie.”

“I love you, too, sweetie.” The doorbell rang for the second time that evening. Benji looked at the clock. Five fifty-seven. Zack said he’d be here at six. He started to walk out of the room, but Sammie stopped him.

“Wait here. I’ll go answer the door.”

Samantha walked back into the room, followed closely by Zack. Zack stopped and stared at Benji. “Wow. You look incredible.”

“Thanks. So do you.”

“Seriously. You’re stunning. Dressing up suits you. You should do it more often.”

“Give me a reason to, handsome.” Benji tried to sound sexy, but he only pulled off shy and innocent.

“I might do that. You ready to go?”

“Yes. Let’s get this party started.” Benji grinned, and the two boys walked out the door. Sammie yelled after them, “You guys have fun tonight. Benji, text me when you get home.”

“I will, Sammie. Thanks for everything.” Benji waved to Samantha and then got into the limo.

The limousine pulled up in front of the biggest house that Benji had ever seen. “Wow. You live here?”

“Yup. Home sweet home.”

Benji’s eyes were darting everywhere, trying to take everything in at once. “Looks like there’s a lot of people here already. Has the party started?”

Zack shook his head. “No. These are all the decorators, caterers, and delivery people. The guests will start arriving around eight.”

Benji followed Zack into the house, weaving around various trucks and vans and avoiding all the workers. He glanced at all the party streamers and growing food tables as Zack led him up the stairs.

Zack pointed to a closed door as they passed, “That’s my bedroom. I can show you that later, but there’s another room I thought you might be interested in first.” Zack led him a little further down the hallway. They entered a room, and Benji’s jaw nearly fell to the floor. He felt like he was in “Beauty and the Beast.” The room was as big as four rooms in his own house. There were floor-to-ceiling bookshelves taking up most of the walls. The room had gorgeous paintings between the bookshelves and sculptures on pedestals. There was even a suit of armor standing in the far corner. Benji didn’t know what to look at first.

“This room is mind-blowing, Zack. I could spend the whole night looking at everything and be happy.”

“I’m glad you like it. I figured you would. Your poem was fantastic, and the drawing was beyond extraordinary.”

Benji walked all around the room and stopped to take a closer look at a section of books that were leather-bound gold embossed editions. “Can I pick them up?”

“Go ahead. My mom loves people to read them. These aren’t just showpieces.”

“This is my all-time favorite book, and it’s even signed by Orson Scott Card. I would kill to own this copy of “Ender’s Game,”

Zack raised both his hands up. “Please don’t kill me. I haven’t even had a chance to kiss you yet.”

Benji’s head snapped up, and he looked right at Zack. “Hm. Ok, you get to live a while longer. I’ll just kill Danny instead.”

Zack laughed. “Nah. He was a total jerk, but let’s give him until I attend practice on Wednesday. If he’s still a dick at practice, you can kill him.”

“Dammit. I guess I can wait.”

Zack’s phone beeped, and he slipped it out of his pocket to check the notification. “Text from mom. Time to head downstairs. The guests are starting to arrive. You ready for this?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be. I’m ready for a date with you, but I’m kind of nervous about the whole town being on our first date.”

“Don’t let them get to you.” Then Zack leaned in close. “And you can be sure I’ll take you on a date with only the two of us very soon.”

             “In that case, I’m ready to go downstairs.”

Zack and Benji walked down the staircase together, slowly weaving through the growing crowd. Party guests stopped Zack every few feet to talk with him. Benji recognized a face here or there, but he didn’t know most of them. His family and Benji’s traveled in different circles. While Zack made small talk, Benji looked around the room. He bet that the chandelier cost more than his parent’s entire house. The whole place felt like a fairy tale setting with servers, drink tables, and decorations, and everyone dressed up so fancy. He looked down at himself and remembered that he, too, was in a tuxedo.

Zack touched his arm. “Something wrong with the tux?”

“Not at all. I can’t believe this night is happening. The party is wonderful, Zack. It’s like a Disney movie.”

“Then I guess we should dance.”

Benji took Zack’s hand and allowed himself to be pulled in close to the other boy, and they started dancing. They drew some stares, nods of approval, and even a few winks. Then Zack’s mother stepped between them. “Zachary Simpson, what do you think you are doing?” She was flushed and looked beyond angry.

Zack looked confused. “I’m dancing. What do you mean?”

“With,” She waved absently toward Benji. “This boy? Dozens of girls are waiting for you to ask them to dance, and you dance with some boy?”

Now Zack was a little flushed. “Mom, I won’t have you talking about Benji like that. I told you over a year ago that I’m gay. Why would I dance with a girl when I can dance with him?”

Isabella Simpson had a look on her face like she had smelled the worst smell in the world. “Saying you might like boys and dancing with one at my New Year’s Eve Party is totally different. I will not have you embarrass this family in front of the entire city.”

“You are the one causing the embarrassment, Mom. Not me. Look at them.” He waved his hand toward the growing crowd of guests. “I think more of them care that you are a bigot towards your own son than care about me dancing with Benji.”

“Don’t be crude, Zachary.” His mother scoffed. “And you, boy, get out of my house.” She glared at Benji.

One of the party guests, Dr. Emily Baxter, spoke up. “Isabella, I can’t tell you what to do in your own home, but if you make this boy leave, I will leave, too.” Other guests started speaking up; over half were committed to leaving if she made Benji go.

Isabella was shocked. She waved a hand toward Benji and Zack. “Do whatever you want. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” She stormed off into another room.

Benji looked at Zack. “It’s your decision. Do you want me to leave so you can go talk to her?”

“You’re not going anywhere except back out on that dance floor. I’ll deal with my mom tomorrow. Tonight, my focus is on you.” He swept Benji back into his arms and started dancing again.

The next few hours went by in a blur. Benji was aware of the other guests, but it felt as if the world had shrunk down to him and Zack. They danced, and they talked. Benji was happier than he had ever been. Then all the TV screens switched to the iconic scene in Times Square. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 everyone shouted Happy New Year!! Amid the yelling, streamers, and noisemakers, Benji reached out and made the first move. He took what he wanted for the first time ever. Benji pulled Zack close, cupped his face, and kissed him. Zack wrapped his arms around Benji’s waist and pulled him even closer. It was their first kiss, but they kissed like it was the last thing they would ever do. When they came up for air, they realized that most people in the room were throwing confetti in their direction. They looked around and saw much more approval than disgust. Then Zack saw his mother walking toward them, and he braced for another confrontation.

Isabella handed a bottle of champagne to her son. “For you and Benji. I know I forbade you from drinking in my house until you were of age, but I’ll make this one exception. Please take it as a peace offering. I’m still not one hundred percent on board with this, but I won’t stand in your way either.” She hugged Zack and walked back upstairs.

Zack peered over at Benji. Both boys had astonished expressions. “I’ll call that a win. Let’s go drink this champagne.”

Benji smiled the biggest smile of his life. “Maybe it will be a Happy New Year.” He pulled Zack into another kiss, and then they walked off hand in hand to enjoy the rest of the New Year’s Ball.