When Cole and Wade met

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I sat there, thinking about everything. Being quiet makes you more introspective.  You think more. You feel more.  People don't understand it but you have more clarity and understanding than most.

I looked at Wade who was throwing candy at the others and thought back to when that day we met and what transpired between us since that day.

Flashback

Cole's POV

After my parents got home and Rain was situated, I decided to go out and grab a coffee. It was something I did from time to time alone.  Not that I don't love my family, but sometimes you need space.

I sat at a table next to a window, sipping my coffee when I noticed a guy walk in.  Looking at his letterman's jacket, I knew he was still in high school.  I just didn't know if he was a senior or not.

I watched him as he walked up to the counter and ordered. My eyes trailed down his body. Damn.  I wonder what his name was.

After he paid and took his coffee, I kept watching him. Then he saw me. I didn't care. I liked what I saw.  He made his way over to me, "mind if I sit?"

"Free country," I shrugged, acting casual.

He slid onto a chair and I looked at him. His face was chiseled and he had the most prettiest eyes along with the plumpest lips I ever saw.

"Nice tats," he commented.

"Yeah, I thought so," I said simply.

"You're Cole Hardwick, aren't you," he asked as I picked up my coffee taking a sip from it.

"Yep."

"We went to school together. You're a couple years older than me," he said as I drank my coffee.

"Which makes you a junior like my sister," I said in between sips.

"Yeah.  I don't really know her that well. She pretty much stays to her self," he replied.

"Because she has autism. Doesn't understand how to be social," I told him.

"Oh."

"Don't need a pity party. She's no different than anyone else. If anything she's better," I said setting my cup down.  "See, all these tats?"  I gestured at my tattoos.

"Yeah?"

"I got them for her. She likes them.  I'm planning on adding a new one soon, a my little pony one," I said seriously.

"Really?"  He looked at me surprised.

"Yeah.  She loves my little pony."

"Can I tell you something and you promise not to tell anyone," he asked me in a whisper.

"No worries there."

"I'm actually what they call a bronie. I collect them but no one knows except my parents.  Plus, I haven't really came out to a lot of people except my parents and my two best friends," he said looking down.

"You're gay," I asked with a look.

"Yeah but people at school are assholes. If they found out, I could hear it now. Names galore. I don't need the hassle," he shook his head.

"Interesting."

"What is?" He looked at me confused.

"I'm gay and don't give a flying fuck what people think. Never had, never will," I said looking at him intently. Damn he has plump lips.

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