Hey Mr. Evans, can I stay over here for a while and meet you at the ground later?
Asked Chris in an innocent voice in order to melt the gruffy man.
He narrowed his eyes at the boy and then turned back to proceed to his car, leaving Chris relieved.
Can you come at the park right now?
He texted Emery.
Sure?
Came Emery's reply.
He hadn't expected to meet Chris at the park again so soon since he had heard all about his upcoming game and day long practices.
He was quick to descend the stairs from his small solo apartment and took no time to sprint to the gates of the park.
On entering, he saw the other boy on their usual bench, fiddling with his fingers nervously as he walked to him with a smile.
Chris stood up when he saw Emery approaching and threw the following words at him before he chickened out,
Come to the game for me?
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January [BoyxBoy]
Short StoryFeatured on @lgbtq *** The month of bitter winds and coffee mugs, cold air and warm rugs, witnesses the journey of two lovers from across the road. One in a cold park, one in an open window. *** First Place Winner, Mystic Awards 2017 (Short Story) *...
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