The Greatest Adventure:
I have decided to rewrite the story because when I first started writing, I was younger and didn't have the grammar or the experiences that I have went through now. I guess age really matters in the aspect of writing skillfully. I am not sure if I want to rewrite all of my stories if you are a constant reader of mine. I have only made this resolution for this story. But I bid you farewell for now. I hope you enjoy The Greatest Adventure.
"Wybieee," Coraline whined as she closed the distance between them in Wyborn's room nearly knocking him out of the window, "Can you help me just this once?"
Wybourn quickly moved away from the window deciding not to die today just out of reach where Coraline couldn't see his polished blush fly across of his face. He sat down on his bed in an awkward position that usually happened when Coraline embarrassed him, "C-Coraline," his eyes darted toward her, and there she was with a paper in his face. He nearly jumped out of his socks at the sudden lack of privacy.
He took a deep breath taking the paper in his hands while sitting on his bed crossing his legs trying to feel more relaxed while Coraline watched him with daring eyes. How was he to concentrate with her smooth complexion painting other audacious actions in his mind. That petite figure holding her clothes on ever so tightly and those winning eyes that never failed to penetrate his soul with a knowing look.
"Hmmm," he pondered over whether to actually help her or not. She probably would give him one hell of a black eye, but she needed to learn these things in school, right?
"You're amazing at anything you do… besides human contact, Wybie," She just had to make an honest point while smiling devilishly.
He gave a crooked snort and looked at her as she went and sat next to him on his bed while he followed her movement all the while, "I must gravely agree upon your request…unfortunately," That last part he nearly mouthed.
She squeaked in joy jumping off of the bed in complete and utter satisfaction smiling in triumph at her win, "Thanks, Wybie!"
Her sudden burst of affection hit Wybie in his chest when her whole being lurched upon him crushing him to the comfy bed, "Ugh!"
"Wybie," She squirmed licking her lips. Oh no!
Her tickle storm had already happened way too fast for him to even process, "Gah, no! mhaahaha," His loud and obnoxious laughing couldn't be helped as Coraline tickled all up and down his sides. How embarrassing does she have to be!? He had no other choice. She asked for it.
He grabbed her thighs earning a yelp from her tiny mouth expectedly feeling arousal in the situation. He flipped the tables quite simply putting a zip on her mouth while he stared down at her. Her hair ruffled partly under her head and spread out across his bed magnificently. Her lips parted in a dazed confusion at his unexpected actions. Those damned eyes half lidded with a lusty look. Well, probably not but can't a guy imagine!
Wybie reached out after a few seconds, and he could hear her miniature heart pitter and pattering against her creamy chest. As his hand made advances, her eyes widened and slowly, he picked up the paper to the right of her.
"Why not head on home before I eat you for touching me like that. I can't concentrate on anything while you're around making everything an adventure. I sure as hell can't work on your homework while you're here," He slipped right off the bed taking the paper to his study desk ruffling through some papers before finding his glasses.
He slid the black pair on studying the paper growling at its contents ruffling out his puffy brown hair. Coraline loved staring at Wybie's every move. He was so carefree. His mechanic arms so brawny and alive while his facial features show a simplistic nerd but underneath all that façade, he is an innocent but caring guy.
Maybe his clothing really toughened the geeky hard headed guy he really wanted people to think he was. That black rough looking shirt he wore really needed to be thrown away and the ripped jeans he wore finely tuned his life in the shop. What he really needed was a complete makeover. Something that truly defined his whole personality.
"Wybie," He had just sat down and Coraline hovered over him like a lost puppy, "Can I stay to just make sure it gets done by tonight?"
He threw his back on the cushion end of the seat scratching his hair like it really itched, "I suppose."
She straightened up, but he spoke the horrid words, "But you have to eat Grandma's cooking."
Her lip curled up in a halfway smile but she truly dreaded the words he spoke, "Challenge accepted," She spilled before giving any though to it.
He rose holding a hand out for the agreement, "Oh, you know better than that," She grabbed a marker drawing an "X" on her palm taking his hand as well.
He felt the sparking ignition starting in his mind while her hand held his. She let the marker glide across his skin and before he realized it was over, she plopped back down on the bed wanting him to finalize the hand shake. With a low sigh, he walked over grabbing her hand making sure the markers had met, "And no take backs or we both shall perish."
She laughed pushing him towards the door, "Go let Grandma know I'm staying over for dinner, you goofball."
He collided with the door giggling, "Alright, alright. Don't have to be so forceful," He opened it up striding down the stairs."
As his footsteps faded, she locked eyes with his pillowcase. She knew she heard something laminated under there, it was time to find out Wybie's dirty secret. She had noticed his peculiar change in the way he spoke to her, but there were not too many things that really gave anything away. Her body slithered across the bed to the object. Her hand ripped the pillow away, and she gasped at the unhidden contents.
It was a magazine. A man covered the main page showing a very provocative picture. His buttocks spread wide, and his fingers inserting themselves somewhere Coraline didn't want to describe. She scrolled quickly through the pages and each one had something very familiar. It was a gay men magazine. Was…was Wybie gay!? No!
She took the other two that were under the first one and they were exactly the same. There was not one female covering his room except her. She was the only female in his life. The only!
"J-Jonesy," Wybie stood at the door shocked by her intrusion of his privacy. He traipsed fervently forcefully removing the magazines from her hand, "That's mine!"
Her heart sank at the words, "Y-You're gay?"
The crack in her voice said it all, but Wybie didn't deny what she merely asked, "You can't just go through things without my permission, Jonesy."
He only called her name like that when he was truly upset about something. She learned that after he turned 14. She peered up avoiding eye contact. How could she take the news that her best friend was gay? How should she?
"I," His body tensed when she spoke, "When did you find out?"
He finally sighed shaking his head, "Go on home…let me finish your homework. I need…privacy."
Coraline felt the word hiss from his mouth. She stiffened when he turned to go put the magazines in his desk drawer. Her breathing hitched when he turned to point at the door. How could he kick her out like this? With reluctance, she stood off of the bed drifting to the door silently.
Before leaving, she turned, "I-I'll see you at the end of the path tomorrow," She almost questioned still not making any eye contact.
"You may," He paused, "Or may not."
She watched his shoulders bounce, and with that she rushed from the door and down the stairs. After that, she didn't know what had happened. The next thing she knew, she bolted up from her bed blinking herself awake.
"Was it a dream," She questioned.
Finally realizing where she was, Coraline gave a deep sigh, "I thought he was just shy. This is more than a surprise. I am Wybie's best friend….Why could he not tell me something so important? I love him just the same..right?"
He sat in his room thinking about his actions. Maybe this was a good thing. To freshen up their friendship, he needed to liven the game. She really fell for it, though. Being "gay" wasn't such a bad thing. He snorted at himself. Who was he kidding?
"When Coraline finds out I am lying, she is going to kill me," He put his head in his hands laughing hysterically.