Here We Are (boyxboy)

Here We Are

“Alright, you guys are dismissed,” Mr. Albright muttered from the desk.

Unsurprisingly, he was the first one out the door. I didn’t blame the guy. I mean, who wants to sit in a classroom for two hours after school with a bunch of surly teenagers?

I slung my backpack over my shoulders, grunting slightly at the weight. I’d been completely slammed with projects, essays, worksheets- you name it- today.

I slid my ear buds into my ears and blasted my iPod. With one last look behind me, I started walking down the hallway, my steps silenced by the music. When I made it outside I pulled my skateboard out of my bag. Usually Lucas drove me home, but since I’d had detention, he’d gone home and told me to meet him there.

I pushed off and coasted out the driveway, waving to my favorite security guard, Marty. He usually let me slide whenever he caught me skipping. He said he’d always hated math in high school too.

I rode the mile to Lucas’ easily. He lived close to the school, and the whole way was either flat or downhill. When I arrived at his small yellow house I swung into the driveway and set my board next to the garden gnome like usual. I bounded up the steps and let myself in, my spirits higher now that I was at Lucas’. I stopped in the kitchen for a minute to say hi to Mrs. Thomason.

“Hey, Mrs. T.”

She turned around from the sink, her sleeves pushed up past her elbows, strands of chestnut hair falling from the messy bun on top of her head.

“Theo! You can go on up, Lucas is in his room.”

“’Kay, thanks, Mrs. Thomason.”

“Sure, honey. Come down in a few minutes and I’ll get you something to eat.”

I smiled to myself. Mrs. Thomason is like the mom I never had…mine had left when I was nine, and ever since then, my dad has almost completely withdrawn from my life. Sometimes he even calls me Daniel, which is my brother’s name. Mom took him with her when she left. That was a massive blow to Dad. Daniel had been his pride and joy- great at sports, smart, popular, on the fast track to becoming the perfect, All-American son. When Mom left, Dad was left to pick up the pieces that were left of our lives. One of the pieces was me- small, quiet, shy Theo. Invisible Theo.

I shook the thoughts out of my head and pushed on the doorknob of Lucas’ room. He was lying on his bed, his knees in the air, listening to his iPod with his eyes closed.

I grinned and launched myself onto the bed, landing with my hands on his knees.

His eyes flew open and his mouth curled into a smile when he saw it was me. I pulled his headphones out and smiled at him.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hi!” Lucas sat up and wrapped an arm around me and pulled so that I was held tightly against his chest. He kissed my forehead.

“What’s up, juvie?”

I smiled up at him. “I’m glad I’m here. I was thinking about you all detention.”

“What’d you do this time?”

“Swore at my math teacher.”

I felt Lucas chuckle, his laugh rumbling against my ear.

His fingers grasped my chin and tilted my face up. He leaned in close, his breath tickling my nose.

“I missed you too,” he murmured.

He gently pressed his lips to mine. I put my hand on his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. I felt his mouth open and his tongue trace around my lower lip. I parted my mouth, allowing his tongue inside. I groaned as he carefully pressed at the tip of my tongue with his own. I sighed and thrust my tongue into his mouth. His lips curled in a smile, and then he pulled away, his eyes dancing.

I leaned into him, feeling his heart beat against my shoulder.

“I love you,” I said.

Lucas’ hand passed over my hair and came to rest on my cheek. “I love you too, Theo.”

            In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m gay. And if you hadn’t figured that out yet, I suggest the psych ward. So, back to the elephant- me being gay. I am not a girl. Let’s keep that straight. (Ha.) I don’t wear pink. I don’t care about my hair (well, unless it looks really bad...) I don’t flip my hands or talk all high-pitched. I’m a normal guy- I just happen to have a boyfriend.

I met Lucas last year- during my own personal dark ages. We met a year after my mom had left. I’d already been depressed because of mom leaving- I’d been smoking, drinking, doing drugs, whatever, and I had finally decided to tell my dad I was gay. I mean, I’d known for a while before I met Lucas. I just had always had a feeling. When you start getting hard looking at the football guys rather than the bikini girls in Sports Illustrated, it’s a little hard to deny. Anyway, I sat my dad down and told him.