I know its been a while, and I have no idea how this story is about to turn out. I have no plot in mind, and I haven't a clue on what is about to happen. Aimless writing at 3:00 in the morning. You've been warned. :D I think I lost all my readers to Keith, cause I didn't have time to update soon enough :( anyway, I hope this turns out good, whatever its about. :) I haven't forgotten about you guys, really I swear. Enjoy. (i wrote all of that stuff and NOW have a plot in mind :) so yea!)
April of 1995.
The springs crisp wind whisked the boy's brown hair back as he swung forward. As his legs kicked under him, the playground swing flew backwards. His grin was prominent, glowing with joy as the sun kissed his cheeks. His knuckles faded white as his fingers clasped firmly around the chains on either side of his body. Laughter could be heard all around the young child. Happiness surrounded his moving world. The boy dug the heels of his black high-tops into the sand beneath him, bringing the swing to a jerking halt. Leaping out, the boy ran towards a woman, escorting another young boy from the school's door leading to the playground. "Look who's back!" The woman smiled, obviously a teacher. Her wavy honey locks fell to her shoulders. A flowey pink dress surrounded her frame, a name tag hung from her neck. 'Mrs. Canton' The young boy beside her grinned as the brunette came to greet him. His dimples sunk into his lightly tanned cheeks. Crutches were smooshed into the boy's underarms, supporting his broken leg. One of the boy's classmates had previously dared the child to walk on top of the monkey bars. The blonde was spunky, and never refused a challenge. He ended up falling through the jungle gym, one of his legs twisting around a metal bar. Now, a week later he was back. His blonde hair was quite scruffy, but what nine year old's wasn't?
"You gotta let me sign!" The brunette child fished a sharpie from his overall's pocket, staring down at his friend's bulky white cast. Mrs. Canton traveled back into the school room as the two boys sat down on the sidewalk.
"I wouldn't let no one sign it until you did!" The blonde proudly announced as he show boated his blank casting. The dark haired boy beamed as his fingers scribbled his name across the plaster. "Thanks man," the blonde smirked as the brunette wiggled up beside him. Then, the overalled boy planted a single, shameless kiss onto the blonde's cheek, making him grin once more. His bright blue eyes closed, accompanying a giggle. "Quit it out here in the open!" He laughed, shoving the blushing brunette lightly. Suddenly, the shining light of the sun was blocked out, casting a shadow over the two.
"Did I just see what I think I just saw?" The pair glanced up to see three boys standing before them. They were considerably larger than the two sitting boys, as was noticed as they stood up to the trio.
"What'd you see then?" The dark haired boy spat out, his young voice dripping with southern drawl.
"Oh nuthin', just a coupla fags sittin'! Let's see what yer boyfran wrote on yer cast!" One of the bully's smirked, shoving the blonde onto his butt. One of the boys held back the brunette, while the other pinned the blonde to the sidewalk. The largest boy yanked the broken leg into his hands, reading it aloud. "Ellis and Keith, best friends forever...awww! Aint that jus' the queerest thing I ever saw!" He mocked the two squirming boys. This drew attention to the scene, their other classmates crowding around them.
"We aint no queers!" The young Ellis yelled out, breaking free of the bully.
"You aint huh?! Then why'd I see yah kiss Keith jus' then?" The boy inquired, still holding the blonde's casted leg. There was no response from the two as their apple cheeks flushed pink.
"Ya'll er a buncha faggots!" A little girl sneered from the crowd, causing a roar of laughter from the other classmates.
"Like hell we are!" Keith grunted, his casted foot making sudden contact with the bully's face, knocking him clean to the sandy ground. This erupted a fight among the five boys, fists flying and hair pulling in every direction. Before they knew it, the pair were suspended for a week, which didn't really seem like a punishment to two young 4th graders. That is, until Ellis' mother arrived at school to fetch them. Their behinds burned red for weeks after the spankings they received. But that didn't make a difference to the two as they sat under the peach tree in Ellis' back yard. The sun was peeking over the horizon, letting the smallest bit of orange light peer from it's tired gaze. This was the time of day that the chirps of insects could be heard all around, and the daylight's warmth melted into the cool nightlife. Staring at the one lonely signature on his cast, Keith glanced over at Ellis who was for once, quiet. His expression was blank as his hazel eyes watched over the moving grass beneath them. "Whatcha thinkin' El?" Keith questioned softly, picking at the flaking plaster on his leg. Ellis' eyes stayed glued to the grass, unmoving.
"Jus...what them boys called us...queers an' fags. Jus' aint right..." He sniffed, his small hand rubbing the underside of his nose. His eyes finally turned up, but not to meet Keith's innocent gaze. They traveled to the delicate leaves of the peach tree. This time of year, the foliage was in full bloom. The faint breeze caused the leaves to dance with it, the plump orange peaches swaying along. Somethings are strange in the world. The love between two can grow from such an adolescent age, and last a lifetime. Keith's skinny arm reached around Ellis' shoulders and pulled him close, his blue eyes peering upward as well.
"Don' worry bout them El, they jus' don't understand is all. They jus' don't understand..."
May of 2003.
"Damn I hate this school food, its total shit." Keith complained as he and Ellis seated themselves at a booth in the cafeteria. Their plastic trays consisted of mashed potatoes, strange looking meatloaf, and cartons of milk. Ellis shrugged, spooning up a lump of white potatoes.
"It's food." He countered, his mouth full. Keith nodded in agreement as he began to shovel down his lunch. The two boys were seventeen now, and in their junior year of high school. Ellis and Keith had grown significantly over the years. Keith's hair had toned down from its bleach blonde, and now was a subtle, bright sandy color, cut into a swoop over his forehead. His skin was lightly tanned, and smooth. He wore a flannel plaid shirt with straight-legged jeans. He was toned, but nowhere near Ellis' body structure. The brunette teen was the star quarterback of the football team, so his muscles were in well shape. His skin was tan like Keith's, only a deeper shade. His brown hair had been styled into a short faux hawk, small strands falling loose in front. A faded white shirt reading 'Midnight Riders' grazed his chest, a ripped pair of jeans covering his legs. The two were quite popular at school, that is, until one particular day.
"What'r we doin' after school El?" Keith questioned as they walked to dump their trays into the washer.
"Well I got football practice...you c'n come an' watch then we c'n hangout after if yah want." Ellis came to a halt at his purple locker, his fingers working the combination lock. After shoving his history book inside, Ellis turned to Keith, who was leaning against the row of lockers.
"Seein' you out on tha field might get me a lil' too excited..." Keith smirked, his eyebrows wiggling around playfully. Ellis and Keith had always kept their relationship a secret. Ever since Keith mustered up the courage to ask Ellis out back in freshman year, they had been together ever since.
"Keith! You dirty lil' thing!" Ellis laughed, mocking a flamboyant accent. Keith giggled and leaned into Ellis' frame. The brunette jerked back awkwardly, eyeing Keith. "What'r you doin'?! Were in tha hallway man!" Ellis' face gave a flush of pink as his brown eyes darted around nervously.
"Aw shit El, ain't noone out 'ere!" Keith waved his arms about. The hallway was infact empty. Ellis sighed, giving in to Keith's puppy dog expression.
"Okay, but jus' real quick now..." Ellis smiled as he wrapped his strong arms around his shorter companion, pulling him into a kiss. Keith smiled into Ellis' plump lips, deepening the contact. Little to the couple's attention, a group of teens had caught eye of them, and hid out of sight, snapping some quick pictures on their cell phones.
Ellis had changed into his shorts and walked onto the football field. Keith had settled in the bleachers, snacking on a small bag of chips. His teammates were gathered around on the bright green grass, talking amongst themselves. "Hey Coach." Ellis nodded at his dark skinned elder, who gave a weird look back.
"Hey boy..." Haven't seeming to notice, Ellis dropped his blue duffle bag and jogged to his teammates.
"Hey guys!" Ellis shouted before he had made it to the crowd. All at once, they glanced back, whispering to each other. They held back laughter, and Ellis could tell. Stopping once he reached his teammates, he stood. "What's so funny?" He inquired as they rose.
"Ah nothin' Ellis. Just lookin' at this picture that Jeremy sent me." A shirtless, black haired boy held out his phone to the brunette, who gasped in return. It was a snap shot of Keith and himself, holding and kissing one another in the hallway. An instant red flooded Ellis' face as he stared, open mouthed.
"I-I uh...we.." Ellis stuttered as the boy drew his phone back. The brunette suddenly became enraged. "Gimme that damn phone Jason!" Ellis reached out, attempting to snatch the device from his peer's hand. All the boys erupted into laughter as Jason shoved it into his shorts pocket.
"Its too late anyway Ellis. We sent it to the entire school. Ain't nothin' you can do about it now!" Ellis' eyes burned. "We don' want no faggot on our team so go an' play with yer butt fuckin' buddy an' jus' leave." Jason nodded in the direction of the bleachers. Ellis glanced back and saw Keith lounging back on the metal stands. Embarrassment and anger began to well in his chest as he turned back to the team. "Didn't you hear me, faggot?" Jason leaned in closer to Ellis, provoking him to no end. The brunettes face was burning with rage now. Everything seemed to blur as Ellis' fist made contact with Jason's cheek, feeling the force of the hit shake through his arm. Keith heard a commotion starting and looked down to the field. From what he could see, Ellis was straddling Jason on the ground, fists pounding into the black haired teens face.
"Ellis no!" Keith sprinted down the bleachers and onto the field, where the team crowded around the fight. "Get offa 'im El!" Keith yelled as he tugged Ellis back by the shirt. Coach had made his way over, pulling Jason up from the ground.
"Ellis, what the hell are you doin'?! I don't wanna hear no excuses, just get home!" Coach ordered as Ellis wiped the blood from his hands onto his T shirt. The boys all laughed as Ellis and Keith walked away.
"Yea that's right queers, GO HOME!"
Ellis closed his bedroom door softly as Keith made his way in. "I can't believe those fuckers! They're a buncha idiots is what they are! Damn...mother fuckers..." Keith threw his hands in the air in aggravation as he ranted on. Turning to face Ellis, the blonde's expression fell. "Elli..." Keith spoke softly as Ellis slumped his back against his door, tears rolling down his tan cheeks. Keith took ahold of his boyfriend, who began to sink to the floor. They sat together, Ellis cradled in Keith's arms.
"It jus' ain't right! Dammit it ain't right!" Ellis shouted, sobbing into his companion's shirt which he held in his fists. Keith calmly pet the back of Ellis' dark hair, susshing him.
"Shshh now El, they jus' don' understand is all." Keith reassured him, pulling up to have them sit on the end of Ellis' bed.
"I know Keith...but...I'm damn near tired of it!" Ellis wiped his tear soaked face with the back of his hand. Keith stared into Ellis' hurt eyes as his hands clasped around the brunette's. Pushing their foreheads together, Keith gave a confident smile.
"Then who cares if them idiots don' understand. All that matters is if me 'n you understand..." These words turned Ellis' dejected expression into one of sheepish joy. Keith chuckled. "There's my Elli..." The blonde's hands made their way to Ellis' face, lovingly holding his cheeks in his palms. Pulling together, warmth radiated into their bodies as their lips made union, pressing against one another. Small, entertained noises escaped from Ellis as Keith parted his lips. The brunette could taste Keith's appetizing tongue gliding over his own, twisting and dancing inside his mouth.
"Unh, Keith..." Ellis fully moaned out as the blonde's hand groaped his crotch through his jeans. Slowly pulling off each others shirts, Keith layed Ellis onto the bed gently as he straddled his waist. Hands roamed everywhere, and began to fiddle with zippers. The boys had always touched each other, but never in ways such as this. Soon, Ellis' pants were discarded to the floor, and Keith was on his knees. Ellis sat up slowly on his bed, only to meet his boyfriend's hungry gaze. "Keith!" Ellis' voice seeped with excitement as his boyfriend grasped his hard member for the first time. Keith's lips parted slowly, making sure Ellis saw the sensuality in his crystal eyes. Feeling a bit inexperienced, Keith shyly began to lick the tip, causing Ellis to jerk with pleasure. "M-more..." Ellis pleaded as Keith obeyed. Taking the dick into his mouth, he began to suck, lick, and rub. This day was the beginning to something new. It was the first time Keith and Ellis had made love. Love. Not fucking or having sex. It was love. The connection between these two surpassed anything the teenagers at their school had ever felt. It was a lifetime ordeal. As Keith stood in front of Ellis and thrusted softly inside of his partner, he leaned forward, whispering huskily into his ear.
"I love you..." Ellis gasped as he looked into Keith's half lidded eyes. Biting his lip, the brunette smiled.
"I love you too."