Just A Spark [boyxboy]

Just A Spark {3}

                11.47

                My eyes fell to the clock yet again, and I stood up. Mom looked up at me curiously as I stood.

                We had been sitting on the couch with Hank watching TV. Hank didn’t even seem to notice that I had stood up. His eyes were fogged over, staring blankly at the TV.

                “I’m going over to Mitch’s house,” I said.

                “Oh, okay. Have fun!” she said.

                “Don’t I always,” I said before leaving the house.

                I put in my earphones as I started walking, wondering why the hell I was doing this. Part of it was wild curiosity. Ezra was…intriguing.

                Whatever the reason was, I found the brick wall coming into my view a few minutes later. And sure enough, there was Ezra, sitting up on top of it.

                “I knew you would come,” he said happily as I approached the wall.

                “I’m probably going to regret coming,” I said, and spread my arms out wide. “But here I am.”

                “Here you are indeed,” he said, jumping down from the wall and landing in a crouch. He straightened up and gave me his easy smile.

                “I hope someday you break your ankles doing that,” I said.

                “I never have before,” he said, starting to walk.

                I followed him, surprised his idea of fun wasn’t sitting up on the wall all day. I realized that this was the first time I had ever seen him not on the wall.

                “Stoop kid afraid to leave the stoop,” I said.

                He glanced back at me, slowing his pace so that I was walking next to him. “Am I stoop kid?” he asked. “Because I’m not afraid to leave the stoop. I just left the stoop!”

                “Where are we going?” I asked, suddenly realizing that this was a very, very bad idea. He could easily be leading me somewhere to jump me with his friends. After all, we had obviously fought with them before.

                “Stop being so paranoid,” he said, laughing. “I’m not leading you to your doom, Rio. I’m leading you to the park. It beats sitting on a wall doing nothing. Besides, I want to swing.”

                I stared at him. “How old are you?”

                “Almost 19,” he said, his smile growing. “Learn how to enjoy the little things in life, Rio!”

                I shook my head. “You’re crazy,” I said, but something about it made me smile a little.

                I eyed Ezra carefully, focusing on his eyes. Eyes were the entryway into a person’s soul. Their past, their secrets, their feelings. All of it was in the eyes. My cousin Ethan and I were both talented at figuring out people just from their eyes.

                Ezra’s eyes said that he wasn’t innocent or ignorant, but he either was truly a happy-go-lucky person, or else he was very good at putting up a cheerful façade.

                “You’re staring at me,” he said.

                “I’m trying to figure out your deepest, darkest secrets,” I said.