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"That's my middle school," he said. "I didn't go there long, we moved not too long after I started there. Oh," he said, suddenly. "There is something I want to show you?"
"What, here?"
"Sort of," he said. He drove past the school a little and turned into a park.
They got out of the car and walked a little down the road until Johnny found a little path, almost completely overgrown, winding back through the trees. Johnny turned and grinned at Stephane. "Here we go." He picked his way carefully down the path, looking back once to make sure Stephane was following.
"I think I've seen a horror film like this," Stephane said after a moment. "Will there be an empty cabin and a crazy man with a chainsaw at the end of this path?"
"No," Johnny said with a laugh. He stopped in a spot where the trees didn't push in quite so close. "Here we are."
Stephane looked around, understandably confused. "Okay?" There was nothing there but trees, and a little weed choked stream beside of the path. The only thing that didn't look like pretty much every other spot on the path was a tree, bigger than the others and half dead. It looked like it'd been hit by lightning.
"It wasn't this overgrown back then, but it was still kind of spooky. I came here with Bobby Tierney. I had such a crush on him and I was pretty sure that he liked me too. Which you know, was unusual. Most boys wouldn't have been caught dead doing anything that might hint that they were gay at that age. And this," he said, taking Stephane by the shoulders and moving him so that his back was pressed against the old tree, "is where I had my first kiss."
Stephane smiled. "How old? You left this town young, didn't you?"
"I was twelve," Johnny said. "He was thirteen. He was trying to scare me, telling me some stupid story about a witch that lived in the tree, and if you stood up against the trunk she'd reach out and grab you or something and you'd die."
"Ah, so you're trying to be rid of me! I knew it."
"Shut up, I'm telling a story," Johnny said. Stephane smirked at him and pulled him close.
"So tell me."
"Well, I didn't believe a word of his stupid story. He thought because I was younger and, well, not much like the other boys, he could tell me some dumb story and scare me. Looking back I think he was kind of freaked out that he actually liked me too and figured the best way to deal with it was to try to mess with me. It was really the only way he could hang out with "Johnny Queer" and get away with it."
Stephane frowned but Johnny didn't give him a chance to interrupt. "So he dared me to stand up against the haunted tree and I told him it was stupid and if I did, he'd have to promise to kiss me. And I did, and he did. And then he told me if I told anyone he'd break my nose."
"Did you tell anyone?"
"Nah. Not because I was really worried that he'd break my nose -- I mean really you've seen my nose, how much worse can it get -- I just didn't really want to cause him trouble."
Stephane tightened his hold around Johnny's waist and pulled him closer. Johnny was on lower ground than Stephane, at the perfect height to lay his head on Stephane's chest. For a long moment neither man said anything. "I like your nose," Stephane finally said.
"It's got a giant bump. It's the Quasimodo of noses."
"It's not giant," Stephane said with a frown. "It's a little bump. I think it's cute."
Johnny snorted. "You would," he said, but he sounded pleased. "We should get back. It'll be dark soon and I'd rather not try to find a hotel out in the middle of nowhere too late."
Stephane nodded, but when Johnny tried to pull away he pulled him back and bent to kiss him. It was different, having to stretch upwards to kiss Stephane, and he purred happily into the kiss. When they parted, Stephane smiled down at him. "You can tell anyone you want."
Johnny smiled. "Come on, let's go."
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"You can tell anyone you want."
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GONNA STALK THIS THREAD FOR UPDATES LIKE IT WAS MY JOB.
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