The Bucket List

a walk down memory lane: part 1

"Well, you're not wrong."

"I don't understand, Kevin." I say, honestly, "how you knew the whole time, that what you were doing was wrong. The whole time, you knew you were an asshole, and you only did it to get a rise out of me. I don't understand why."

"Boys will be boys." He says, "and I liked getting that kind of attention from Liam. He was cool to me, he was two years older and he didn't see me as immature or anything, and I wanted it to stay that way, so I tortured you because he would have thought I was funny and cool, and then it was just because you're so cute when you get mad." He says, and pokes my nose.

"I'm sorry, are you trying to tell me that you, Kevin McAllister were afraid of not being cool?"

"I don't know if I was afraid..."

"Oh, shut up."

"I definitely wasn't afraid to grab your boob when we were thirteen."

"Yeah, no shit." I say, crossing my arms over my chest. "As soon as we get boobs, guys just think that they're so entitled."

"It didn't help that you weren't exactly a late bloomer." He says, and I roll my eyes.

"Typical Kevin."

"What? I can't help it that I was tempted! I was just like any other young teenage boy going through puberty."

"I don't even want to think about it anymore." I say, laughing, dropping my head so that I'm looking at the grass and the little flowers beneath me, and then to my fingers. I uncross my arms and start playing with my fingernails and I feel him push a piece of stray hair behind my ear. I look up at him and smile. "What?"

"How come you're so shy?"

"I'm not." I say, as he places a hand on the far side of my face. I push it off and chuckle again, as I scootch closer to him and rest my head on his shoulder.

"No? Well then why are you quiet?"

"I'm just really happy right now." I say, and he gently hooks his index finger underneath my chin and guides me towards him. I close my eyes and feel my lips on his, and in this moment, I couldn't be happier. I place my hand on his neck and the tips of my fingers comb through his soft hair.

The kiss doesn't last long, because we hear someone angrily clear their throat behind us. The kind that's like:

Excuse me, bitch. We're in public.

We break apart and look behind us to see a middle aged, brown haired woman with hooded, angry eyes and the dirtiest look I've ever seen.

"I'm sorry, can I help you with something?" I ask.

"You know there are kids at this park, right?"

"You know I don't care, right?" I say, and Kevin places a hand over top of mine.

"Have you ever heard the term 'respect your elders'?"

"Why should I if you don't deserve to be respected? You complain that there are kids in this park that will be grossed out about mine and my boyfriend's behaviour, but keep in mind what they'll think when they see when you give people dirty looks and pick fights with innocent people."

"I don't think personally that I've done anything wrong."

"Well, think again. If you want to shame me for loving somebody and not caring who knows it, so be it. But I'm just saying, it's bullshit."

"Morgan, what the hell?" Kevin asks, taking my hand. "What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing, I just think it's time to leave." I get up and pull my keys out of my pocket. "Let's go." I say to Kevin, and then turn to the woman. "See you later, you elderly asswipe."