First Kiss
Greg's POV
I walked out side for some air. I wasn’t having a good day, and I didn’t know why.
Something inside of me felt wrong all day. Like I was going to be sick, but I knew I wasn’t. I took a few breaths when I noticed Nick sitting in his car.
He was crying. I took a step forward to talk to him but then stopped. “Greg what are you doing?” I thought to myself. If I went to see what was wrong Nick might think I was odd. But If I didn’t I wouldn’t be able to help him. The only thing I knew I could do was decide to either help my best friend and the man I love or stand here wondering why he was sad.
It took me awhile but I finally chose to see what was wrong. “What could be the worst that can happen? He doesn’t answer the question?” I thought again. I knocked on his window. I began wishing I chose the other path. But when he unrolled his window I felt relived. “Nick?” I breathed. He looked confused. His eyes were red and his voice was shaky. “Yeah, Greg, what do you want?” His Texas accent was very noticeable as he spoke. I nearly melted in the words. I quickly pulled myself together to answer. “What’s wrong? Why are you upset?” I choose my words carefully. Nick didn’t like to admit that he cried sometimes. The cute Texan quickly whipped his eyes and tried to make it unnoticeable. “I’m not crying.” He insisted. “I never said that Nick.” I reminded him.
He crossed his arms over his chest like a teenage girl dose when she pouts. I didn’t say anything to him. I was hoping that he would explain without me asking him to. After a moment or two of silence he finally spoke, “Do you really want to know?” He asked me in a curt tone. I nodded slowly. “Well then get in the car.” His accent was noticeable again. It took me awhile to understand what he was saying. When I did manage to comeback I listened to him.
We drove for a long time without a word. I was afraid I was going to say something like “I love you Nicky,” or “Kiss me,” so I stayed quiet. Finally we pulled up to a bar I’d never been to before. The building was old and broken in places. It looked as if no one had been there in years. “Why are we here?” I asked. He looked out the window with his hand clutched into a fist on his leg. “Some people make me sick,” he began “The boy was 8 years old! He was too young! That man had no right to take his innocence away!” He started shouting, and I started to become scared. “Nick.” I said trying to be calm. I know how you feel it’s awful what he did to the boy, but being mad isn’t going to fix things. What’s done is done. There’s no going back. He turned to look at me. His eyes were still red, but not as bad as they had been
“Yeah, I guess your right.” He said. I was surprised that I had gotten through to him so quickly. I took a sigh of relief, but as I inhaled again I smell him. I couldn’t wait any longer! His blue eyes, beautiful face, his accent, and his smell were all too over whelming. I tried to not think of him but it was so hard. And I was so close to him! Our lips were inches away from each other. I had to see what it was like! “He is right there in front of your face! All you have to do is kiss him!” I thought to myself. Before I could even think of the right move to make he was already making one. The back of his soft hand touched my cheek. And Before I had time to react his lips were pressed up against mine. They were cold and slightly chapped, but I didn’t care. I finally knew what it was like for Nick, my Nick the one I loved secretly for years, to be up against me. His smell was stronger up close. I began to feel myself slip away. I realized that I wasn’t slipping at all. I was being let go of.
Nick’s arms were around my neck. He looked at me to see if they could be there. But I couldn’t answer I was too busy thinking of what had just happened, and how I really felt. I felt different. Like the thing that was bothering me today was gone and was never coming back. His arms slowly moved down to his side. He still looked at me for an answer. Nick was looking less happy by the second. I knew I needed to tell him how much this meant to me. He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off with a huge smile coming across my face. He kissed me again. This time harder, and his arms lifted back up around my neck.
A half hour later
My arms were wrapped around Nick’s warm body, and his hands were rubbing my back. My head rested on his chest. “Hey G, are you awake?” Nicky asked me. “Yes, why?” I yawned. He sighed a few times before speaking to me. “Are you glad this happened?” He bit his lip after asking the question. Honestly I was more than happy. I was ecstatic. I wanted to tell him I loved so badly, but I knew it was too soon for that. I answered his question with a simple “Yes.” Nick nodded once or twice like he was thinking if he was happy this happened too. He pursed his lips and spoke, “Me too. Probably more than I should be actually.” Nick had just said what I had been dieing to say scents he kissed me the first time.
Nick and I lied there inside of the car for a long time. I didn’t want him to go, but like everything in the world things end. And so did our time together. Though, somehow I knew that it wasn’t the end of us. We would be together soon again, and until then I will wait in anticipation.
The End! .
I walked out side for some air. I wasn’t having a good day, and I didn’t know why.
Something inside of me felt wrong all day. Like I was going to be sick, but I knew I wasn’t. I took a few breaths when I noticed Nick sitting in his car.
He was crying. I took a step forward to talk to him but then stopped. “Greg what are you doing?” I thought to myself. If I went to see what was wrong Nick might think I was odd. But If I didn’t I wouldn’t be able to help him. The only thing I knew I could do was decide to either help my best friend and the man I love or stand here wondering why he was sad.
It took me awhile but I finally chose to see what was wrong. “What could be the worst that can happen? He doesn’t answer the question?” I thought again. I knocked on his window. I began wishing I chose the other path. But when he unrolled his window I felt relived. “Nick?” I breathed. He looked confused. His eyes were red and his voice was shaky. “Yeah, Greg, what do you want?” His Texas accent was very noticeable as he spoke. I nearly melted in the words. I quickly pulled myself together to answer. “What’s wrong? Why are you upset?” I choose my words carefully. Nick didn’t like to admit that he cried sometimes. The cute Texan quickly whipped his eyes and tried to make it unnoticeable. “I’m not crying.” He insisted. “I never said that Nick.” I reminded him.
He crossed his arms over his chest like a teenage girl dose when she pouts. I didn’t say anything to him. I was hoping that he would explain without me asking him to. After a moment or two of silence he finally spoke, “Do you really want to know?” He asked me in a curt tone. I nodded slowly. “Well then get in the car.” His accent was noticeable again. It took me awhile to understand what he was saying. When I did manage to comeback I listened to him.
We drove for a long time without a word. I was afraid I was going to say something like “I love you Nicky,” or “Kiss me,” so I stayed quiet. Finally we pulled up to a bar I’d never been to before. The building was old and broken in places. It looked as if no one had been there in years. “Why are we here?” I asked. He looked out the window with his hand clutched into a fist on his leg. “Some people make me sick,” he began “The boy was 8 years old! He was too young! That man had no right to take his innocence away!” He started shouting, and I started to become scared. “Nick.” I said trying to be calm. I know how you feel it’s awful what he did to the boy, but being mad isn’t going to fix things. What’s done is done. There’s no going back. He turned to look at me. His eyes were still red, but not as bad as they had been
“Yeah, I guess your right.” He said. I was surprised that I had gotten through to him so quickly. I took a sigh of relief, but as I inhaled again I smell him. I couldn’t wait any longer! His blue eyes, beautiful face, his accent, and his smell were all too over whelming. I tried to not think of him but it was so hard. And I was so close to him! Our lips were inches away from each other. I had to see what it was like! “He is right there in front of your face! All you have to do is kiss him!” I thought to myself. Before I could even think of the right move to make he was already making one. The back of his soft hand touched my cheek. And Before I had time to react his lips were pressed up against mine. They were cold and slightly chapped, but I didn’t care. I finally knew what it was like for Nick, my Nick the one I loved secretly for years, to be up against me. His smell was stronger up close. I began to feel myself slip away. I realized that I wasn’t slipping at all. I was being let go of.
Nick’s arms were around my neck. He looked at me to see if they could be there. But I couldn’t answer I was too busy thinking of what had just happened, and how I really felt. I felt different. Like the thing that was bothering me today was gone and was never coming back. His arms slowly moved down to his side. He still looked at me for an answer. Nick was looking less happy by the second. I knew I needed to tell him how much this meant to me. He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off with a huge smile coming across my face. He kissed me again. This time harder, and his arms lifted back up around my neck.
A half hour later
My arms were wrapped around Nick’s warm body, and his hands were rubbing my back. My head rested on his chest. “Hey G, are you awake?” Nicky asked me. “Yes, why?” I yawned. He sighed a few times before speaking to me. “Are you glad this happened?” He bit his lip after asking the question. Honestly I was more than happy. I was ecstatic. I wanted to tell him I loved so badly, but I knew it was too soon for that. I answered his question with a simple “Yes.” Nick nodded once or twice like he was thinking if he was happy this happened too. He pursed his lips and spoke, “Me too. Probably more than I should be actually.” Nick had just said what I had been dieing to say scents he kissed me the first time.
Nick and I lied there inside of the car for a long time. I didn’t want him to go, but like everything in the world things end. And so did our time together. Though, somehow I knew that it wasn’t the end of us. We would be together soon again, and until then I will wait in anticipation.
The End! .