"Brendon, you know I'm not into these sorts of movies, c'mon, cant we not see something else?" We were standing in line at a crowed cinema, talking to each other." It'll be alright, it's not real. If you do get scared you can always put your head on me, and cower in fear," he teased. Brendon wanted to see some new scary movie, and I'm not good with scary things. I'm more into romance and comedy. Why couldn't we just stay home and watch titanic? God he can be so assertive. I sighed wearily, giving Brendon one last pleading look. "Look, next time we will see whatever you want, I'll protect you, I promise," he smiled at me and his eyes were genuine and I melted away before him and sunk closer into his arm. We were really blooming, he was the prince of my dreams, my knight in shining armour. A sharp dull pain suddenly started in my side and I was knocked forward to onto the floor. "Oh, I'm so sorry faggot" A snickering voice sounded loud and clear in my ears and I looked upwards to see a gang of bald, men around twenty years old all wearing tracksuits. I stuck the finger up at them and so there smiles falter, turning into anger. "You better watch your, erm…" The guy who knocked me to the ground went silent, trying to think of the word or phrase he was looking for. "Body language! That's it, yeah, cause you don't wanna get on the wrong side of big daddy here," He licked his lips and gave me a death glare. I stood up, whipping the dust of my shirts. "Big daddy? Is that to match the size of your air filled hand? And if you dare touch me, I'd like to see you in court bitch" I grabbed Brendon's hand and walked away up to the counter, slightly shaking at my encounter with the waste product of a hundred years of bad breeding. "Fierce, I like that" Brendon winked at me, but gave me hand a soft squeeze. I laughed and hugged him. "Sooooo, I was thinking after this we could go out to one of my favourite places on this planet," He was smiling, but I could see a note of seriousness behind the twinkle in his eyes.
"Brendon, I am being serious here, take this blindfold of me now, or else I will spaz out and hope I hit you" I tried sounded angry but I just couldn't, I don't do angry." Look, I can hear the glee in your voice, and you are so cute when your trying to be angry, makes me just want to kiss you. " I could hear the grin in his voice and I tried to suppress my own smile but failed pitifully." Hang on a second, we are almost there." I could hear waves crashing down on rocks beneath me. I could hear birds cry in the setting sun( the sun was starting to go down when me and Brendon left the movies It was a terrible movie as well, bad acting), casting their shadows on imaginary ground in my mind's eye. A breeze whisked past me, whispering sweet words in my ear and bring sweet scents to my nose. A creaking snapped the perfect string that the wind had wrapped around my head, then more distant voices of trees moving and swaying in the breeze enveloped my thoughts. This place is perfect, this place is his haven, maybe, just maybe I could show him my sanctuary for my depression. " Right, close your eyes," his voice was soft, I could feel his lips barely reaching my ear. I tilted my neck backwards onto his neck, clasping my hand together with his, gently rubbing his cheek with my other hand." I'm ready," I didn't say this in a scared way, I said it in a way to reassure him I was his, I could be trusted with this. He took of the blindfold and the first thing I saw was the sea. Blue that didn't end, didn't even end in the sky, just continued on upwards with no clouds disturbing the tranquil surface." Wow, it's, just beautiful. Wow," I couldn't find the words to explain the beauty and my, appreciation." You would never guess this place was here, huh?" Said Brendon. I just held his hand, staring at the falling sun, and then into his eyes that held clusters of stars within. I was enchanted, mystified, fearful, everything love feels like. It had all gone in so fast, we had only met and I had fallen in love with those starry eyes. "Brendon, I love you," I stared at him, watching his expression. "I love you too." I looked through his chest into his heart. I read his heart's thoughts. It was unreadable. This scared me.
"Wait, hold on, your telling me that your mum was a nomad basically, who was a witch, who taught you how to read peoples thoughts and hearts? Among reading your tarot?" Spencer eyed me with genuine interest, but I could taste the uncertainty in his voice. "Yeah, that's it. I can't read peoples thoughts like a telepathic, but I can what their thoughts are lingering on, I can guess from their body posture and that sort of stuff." I smiled at him sweetly and started taking orders from a new flock of customers. After the lingering eyes and spilt liquids had been forgotten I turned back to Spencer, leaning on the counter. "I've noticed something about you though, and it's because I work here, at a bloody strip club." We laughed at the seemingly funny words that I had spoke but to anyone else's ears it was no laughing matter. "You have got your eye on a big(wink) birde who goes by the name of Jon Walker, and may I remind you he is our boss. That desk I his room looks pretty sturdy doesn't it? A little bit of rough treatment would do it no harm." When I said this I saw his eyes glaze over and his thoughts become distant. I saw them. I saw Spencer lying down on the varnished oak surface, watching Jon as he slowly advanced up his smooth skin, leaving a trail of fluttering kisses. He saw his hand dancing back downwards from his face towards his chest, then stomach then towards ecstasy. Spencer quickly shook his head. All those had happened in a second and I had saw one of his deepest yearnings. "You little as bitch," He said, smiling playfully. I replied with a note of seriousness, "Play it slow, he's like a thief, you know they are there, but you don't know where they are."
I lay on my bed reading, and watching Brendon paint my walls on the other side of my room. He was painting a forest for me, with oaks and firs, streams and rustling leaves. He had finished a perfect sun, gleaming among the trees and casting shadows on the plants below. "Ryan, come over here a second and tell me what you think of this." I raised my eyebrow over my book at him. I set it down and walked over. He moved aside to reveal the middle of a silver Birch which he had been working on for a long time. There was a heart carved, or rather painted, on the bark. There was an arrow through it and above the arrow was Brendon's name and below was mine. I looked at him. That was all I could do. Eventually he took my hand and led me to my bed, picked me up and lay me down on it. His face got close to mine. At first I just thought his eyes were light blue, but now they were aqua, they were the colour of life. And then, he kissed me. His soft lips lightly brushed against mine, then pressed harder. I tasted basil and mint, liquorice and toothpaste. I sighed into the gas, exhaling through my nose. I was losing oxygen fast, but I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around his muscular back, memorizing everything. I was in a romance novel, in a dream, in wonderland. It was like having my first kiss with him all over again. He pulled back gasping for breath. The sweet tastes quickly fled from my mouth and moaned after them. He grinned ruefully and straddled my lip. He placed one hand on my chest and pushed my down, gently and forcefully. I looked my fingers with his and brought my leftover hand to his cheek and stroked his flustered skin. "Am I dreaming, have I fallen down a rabbit hole and hit my head?" I looked longingly at him for an answer. "No, we are better than a dream. Now shut up and lend me your lips."