Gay Nerd/Ass Kickin' Chicken
Hallways roared upbeat and crowded; only those willing to trample defenseless teenagers were able to see the show beheld in front of them: a fight. The fight was between the nerdy Angel and the menacing Kirby. The two looked like bulls ready to charge at each other. No one knew why they had decided to butt heads. It was just the other day the two were holding hands.
Alphonse, the school's student chicken, fluttered toward the commotion. A gasp left his face when he found his crush, Angel about to get hurt. Everyone but Angel knew Kirby was going to beat the shit out of him. Alphonse decided now was the time he would stand up for his crush. The first punch was shot at Kirby. The crowed cheered and clapped at each move they made. Kirby retaliated by grabbing Angel and throwing him at a wall of lockers. Angel laid there, only able to recite a curse he had learned from his neighborhood satanic ritual.
In under a second, Alphonse jumped in and tackled Kirby to the ground. Everyone who witnessed the act grew silent. Wiping tears from his eyes and blood from his beak, Alphonse said to Kirby, "I'll kick anyone's ass. I'll kick your ass. I'll kick your dog's ass. I'll kick my own ass. Just don't hurt Angel." Kirby stared in horror. No one had ever pounded him so hard before. He felt like congratulating him, but instead ran off before anyone could see him cry.
Alphonse turned around to Angel and picked him up. Pushing the crowd out of the way, the two made their way toward a clearing behind the school. The weather was pure and bright, the sun shone and illuminated the wildflowers bordering the forest. Whooshes of wind made the trees shift and lean in unison. Angel woke up in Alphonse's arms. He was at first confused as to why he was in a chicken's hold and not in Kirby's. For some reason, Angel was not bothered to be so close to someone he had never met. Comfort emanated in him when he stared into the odd pupil-eyes of the chicken.
They exchanged looks of confusion and lust before Angel spoke. "Who are you? What happened?" Still holding Angel, Alphonse replied, "My name is Alphonse. You got your ass kicked by Kirby, so I kicked his and took you here." At that moment, Angel remembered what had taken place and cupped his face with his hands. He made a loud groan and became tense. Alphonse was never good at consoling friends, and especially in this situation, didn't know what to do and did the only thing that felt right. Alphonse kissed Angel.
Angel kissed him back, closed his eyes, and forgot about everything that went wrong thirty minutes ago. Two whole hours passed before the two pulled away. Angel rubbed his lips and said, "Holy fuck that's way too long my lips feel like shit." Alphonse replied, "Well, at least we can tell people we made out for two whole hours." Both laughed. Everything at that moment was right. Even though Alphonse and Angel only knew each other for less than a day, it felt like they held a lifetime together, and their affection seemed infinite. Angel shifted his eyes and looked around. He first looked at Alphonse's eyes, then at the cluster of butterflies that fluttered around the tall grasses. He looked at the buttons of his shirt, then stared at Alphonse and said, "You're gay." Alphonse chuckled and blushed with his feathers. Instead of returning to their classes, Angel and Alphonse remained sitting in the clearing behind the school, and the two only left for home when the stars in the sky shone brighter than the police sirens that chased them through the neighborhood after they tried to kill Kirby.