Hola, amiguitas! So, this one is kind of mushy...but...it's in honor of my Grammy Nelly's birthday (RIP) and she was a very mushy and romantic woman sooo, that's what happens. haha
It's not the best chapter ever though...it'll get better though! *promises*
Disclaimer: I own nothing...*checks* yeah, nada.
"When the right one comes along, you'll know. You won't know how you know, you just will." -Grammy Nelly
"So, what part of New York are you from?" Spot asked, taking a sip of coffee and trying not to grimace. When they walked into Kono's Tony had ordered first, getting a large black coffee; and Spot, not wanting to seem unmanly, ordered the same.
"New York City, specifically Manhattan…" Tony smiled; completely unaware of the other boy's complete distaste for the drink he was practically inhaling.
"Cool…that's…near Brooklyn, right?" The blonde asked and the other boy nodded, "I have a brother who lives out there…I haven't visited him though…I guess it's good…for…like…business and stuff…" he stated, trying to sound intellectual but completely unable to do so. He had about zero knowledge of the city, and would have been embarrassed had he not been so overly confident.
"Yeah, it's nice…it's a bit too industrious for me…you know…too much going on. I think that's why I like it here so far, it's a city…but doesn't feel like one…" Tony explained, looking around him at the people strolling down the cement boardwalk leisurely. He enjoyed the fact that they seemed to have no where in particular to be, that they could just walk up and down the streets for the sake of doing so and not always have a destination they are rushing to be; not like his home.
"Yeah…it's nice…good surf too…" Spot stated, gesturing to his surfboard which was propped up against the side railing, its light color making it shine in the sun.
"Yeah…so…what do you do?" Tony asked, looking at the boy then checking the time. It was about two o'clock in the afternoon on a Wednesday in the middle of February…didn't this guy have things to do?
"I work at a surf shop a couple of blocks down…if I work for like…practically nothing my boss lets me live in one of the apartments above the shop with my friends who you met back at the beach…" Spot explained, and Tony nodded, his interests peaked, "It's a nice place and a good job, I get a lot of time off to go surfing…so…you know…" Spot stated and flipped his hair a little, the salt making it slightly coarser than normal but still much nicer than most other people's.
"That sounds nice; you'll have to show me your apartment sometime…" Tony sent the other boy a suggestive smirk, bringing the other boy's attention fully to him; only to teasingly change the subject, "So, how long have you been surfing?"
"I picked it up after my dad drowned; I guess I thought doing something with the ocean would bring me closer to my father…" Spot stated, not looking at the other boy. Tony bit his lip, part of him wishing he hadn't asked; and another part very happy that he did, happy someone he just met trusted him with that kind of information, "I could teach you sometime…to surf I mean…" Spot smirked, trying to lighten the mood once again.
"Really? You think you can teach me? I have awful coordination…I mean…I can dance…but that's about it…" Tony stated and Spot laughed a little.
"I used to work at the surf school in OB…and we got some pretty hilarious old, fat tourists who tried to learn…and if I can teach THEM, I can teach you…" Spot laughed and so did the other boy.
Their conversation fell into a comfortable silence, and Tony changed the subject once again, "So, my friend Ryan seemed to warm up to your friend pretty well…" he observed, yet again trying to change the subject and Spot nodded.
"Yeah, Mush is a great guy…keeps us out of trouble and stuff…" Spot stated, mentally kicking himself. He didn't know why he was being so shy with this guy. He was usually a man of a few quick words and BAM he got the boys in bed; but this one was different. Something inside him told him not to mess up his chances with this guy; that maybe this one was more than just a one night stand.
"Yeah…Ryan's cool too; he'll give your friend a good time…" Tony smiled, moving his leg slightly closer to that of the boy across the table from him. The Italian, on the other hand, was feeling quite different. He was surprised at how forward he found himself being. He was usually shy and reserved, but the little voice in his head told him not to hesitate with this guy. The chemistry between them seemed a bit forced from the outside, almost awkward; but within them they both knew there was something brewing between them. They could not describe it, but they knew it was there; almost like love itself.
Did I make anyone puke with that last part? haha. Sorry, couldn't help myself. I'm a romantic, what can I say?
Also can you spell characterization? (I can't...) T-H-I-S C-H-A-P-T-E-R! There, I gave it away! Well, you see, when I first wrote this chapter it was all different and the charecterization was less obvious; but when I rewrote the first chapter I couldn't...so...as my summer reading book states I brought communion into my story by means of direct development of relationships...blah blah blah...or some crap like that...Right...so...I should totally be doing my English homework...but I'm not...hehe...
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Dedicated to: Paige, for her wonderful reviews, I hope she feels better.
To Snickers and/or Birdly, for being such an awesome reviewer and sticking with me throughout my writing.
And to Rags, because she can dole out some pretty awesome advice
They're the reason I continued this story. :D...wow I *AM* mushy today...haha