Days Of Summer

2

The showgrounds were packed, much to Homer’s delight. The more people there were the more they would blend in, and the more they blend in the easier it would be to make deals and get money. Busy markets and loud stalls make it harder for people to notice when something shady is going on. So it came as a shock to both him and Lucas when a certain police officer got caught up in the midst of things.

Lucas was walking toward the drop-off spot Homer had told him about, hands occupied with Homer’s shoes in a shoebox, a reusable tote bag containing a brand new black leather jacket, and a plastic bag full of pins for the jacket embellishments (his favourites being a smiley face, a rainbow, and the Hufflepuff emblem). He was whistling a happy tune as he walked passed smiling faces and children, but that happy tune quickly lowered and came to a stop when he saw a strange, yet oddly familiar, police officer stroll peacefully out of a dark corner with a duffel bag somewhat resembling Homer’s over his shoulder. Lucas stopped in his tracks, much to the disapproval of the people around him. But he didn’t care. The police officer’s bag didn’t just look like homer’s bag, it was Homer’s bag.

Lucas’s vision blurred in confusion as enraged voices surrounded him, slurring into a mess of profanities before eventually going quiet. He felt like he was drowning into the crowd.

“Lucas? Hello? Lucas!”

All the feeling came back to him in an instant, the crowd around him rushing back to a normal volume and his vision sharpening, revealing homer’s face just inches away from his. Lucas was out of breath and panting, his heaving shoulders gripped by Homer’s rough hands against his bare shoulders. Homer continued to call out to him but he wasn’t paying attention. Lucas’s gaze was fixed on the golden-brown eyes just centimetres away from his, tiny, faded freckles hiding under. His eyes wandered to look at the small, faint scar on his eyelid that he wouldn't have noticed if Homer hadn’t told him how he got it. And finally, his gaze drifted down to Homer’s lips, and before he knew it their lips were connected and their eyes fluttered closed the same way they had in his many dreams. But those dreams felt so far out of his mind now, and all he could focus on wash the rush of adrenaline as his smooth, mango-flavoured lips moved along with Homer’s slightly chapped ones, Homer’s fingers still digging into Lucas’s shoulders and his hand rested against Homer’s neck, fingers tangling in his dark, curly hair. And then it stopped. Homer jerked back and broke the kiss with a panicked look in his eyes, panting.

“I- we don’t have time for this. We need to get out of here, and quick. I’ll explain in the car just make as discreet of an exit as possible!” Homer whisper-shouted, his face red and panicked.

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503 words

I think I'm gonna stick with short chapters for this because it's only a short story.