Dylan fell victim every single day to the same damn routine. He would wake up, he would go to school, then he would have a smoke with Ethan. However today when the last bell rang at 2:30 Dylan sat alone smoking his cigarette. He couldn't face Ethan today or maybe ever again.
"You make my black heart fill up with emotion that I thought I couldn't feel.", he told him, he wrote him this sappy ass poem and Ethan laughed, he thought it was a joke. Here's the really funny part, It wasn't. Dylan was so fucking in love with his best friend it actually disgusted him.
He took another drag off his cigarette before getting up and stomping on it, rubbing the flame into the dirt. "Hey" someone said from behind. "Shit."
"You didn't talk to me at all today. Where were you at lunch?"
"Around"
"You were serious about what you told me last night, huh?"
Suddenly rage filled Dylan. No fucking duh he was serious. He turned around and within seconds closed the gap between the two of them, he grasped Ethan's shirt collar and with his other fist punched the taller boy right in the face. Ethan recoiled quickly wiping blood from his lower lip. As if Dylan hadn't already done enough he had to explain himself, "Fuck you, Dude. Yes, I was being fucking serious. I thought we had something every time. I fucking told you things that no one else knows, and I thought that you would.. I don't know, fucking kiss me or something. But you didn't. Why? Am I not good enough for you? Why did you think it was a joke? Is it because I'm a dude? You're such a conformist."
They stood there in silence, just staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity.
"Sorry, Dylan"
"No, I'm sorry", and he really was. He didn't want to bust his friend's lip or anything.
He lit another cigarette and sat back down with a heavy sigh. Ethan sat down next to him.
"Can I have a hit?", Dylan turned to pass his smoke, when he did Ethan grabbed his wrist and pressed their lips together.
The red haired goth could taste blood in his mouth from the other boy.
"Was that what you wanted?"
"Yes."
"Good. I love you too... or whatever pointless emotion people feel." Ethan grumbled.
"Cool."
"Yea. Cool."
