Squid wiped his eyes on something and then realized that it was Zigzag's
sleeve. He immediately turned red and was about to open his mouth to
apologize for sobbing all over Zigzag, but something stopped him from
opening his mouth at all. He realized that his face was a mere few inches
away from Zigzag's. He cleared his throat and stood up so that he was no
longer in that awkward position.
"Are you okay now?" Zigzag asked quietly. Squid shrugged.
"Yeah, but you better not tell anyone." Squid warned.
"Don't worry, I won't." Zigzag said in the same quiet voice. It was starting to freak Squid out, but he still couldn't stop a warm sort of chill from running up his spine. Squid turned to go back outside, but Zigzag spoke up again.
"Don't you want this?" He said, gesturing to Squid's toy octopus. Squid hesitated and then walked back over to the cot. He felt Zigzag watching him the whole time as he neared the spot next to him. He reached for the octopus, and for a brief moment, their lips brushed as Squid bent over to pick it up. Squid quickly straightened up quickly, shocked at the sudden contact. So shocked, in fact that he fell over backwards. He got up quickly and looked at Zigzag with wide eyes. Zigzag looked somewhat hurt at his reaction. The two boys stared at each other for a bit until Squid abruptly turned and raced out of the tent. Zigzag sat staring at the tent flap for a long time until finally laying down in his own cot and going to sleep.
He woke up in the middle of the night and looked towards Squid's cot. Squid was lying awake, glaring up at the canvas ceiling. Zigzag didn't know either to speak or not, but he felt crushed that the "lip brushing" had scared Squid away. He felt like an idiot.
Squid just lay there in his cot, staring up at the canvas ceiling and thinking. He thought back on what had happened earlier. He didn't feel like himself anymore. He felt . . . indescribable.
"Damn." He muttered, rolling over in his cot and getting a surprise of seeing a pair of eyes staring at him through the darkness. "Don't you ever sleep?" Zigzag said nothing, for he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, his heart would make him pour out all at once what he felt.
So for a whole five minutes they sat in silence, neither of them moving or saying a word. Zigzag rolled over, his back to Squid, and buried his head in his pillow. He couldn't take it anymore. Squid would never have him. He was just the most perfect thing in this world that Zigzag could ever wish for, but of course, could never have. He pulled his covers over his head and closed his eyes to an anguished sleep.
Meanwhile, Squid looked at Zigzag the moment the other boy turned away and wondered what how he could make him feel the way he did. He exhaled furiously through his nostrils. How dare he make him feel so . . . so strange. Squid closed his eyes and willed himself to stop thinking about that matter, but it was all that filled his mind. Giving up, he drifted into a rough sleep.
~*~
In the morning, Zig and Squid looked . . . well . . . like heck. From the way they had slept that night, they both had matching hairdos: sticking straight up in every direction. Squid slapped on his du-rag and cap, causing Zigzag to stare at the beautiful brown locks that were half-hidden underneath it all. He then mentally slapped himself, knowing that he was just hurting himself by merely thinking of Squid. He walked outside, preparing to face another blistering hot day.
He felt his pain.
He'd just have to live with it.
~*~
Okay, I've decided that the next chapter might be R. Might. As in maybe, or maybe not. If not, then the chapter after that.
~Shae~
"Are you okay now?" Zigzag asked quietly. Squid shrugged.
"Yeah, but you better not tell anyone." Squid warned.
"Don't worry, I won't." Zigzag said in the same quiet voice. It was starting to freak Squid out, but he still couldn't stop a warm sort of chill from running up his spine. Squid turned to go back outside, but Zigzag spoke up again.
"Don't you want this?" He said, gesturing to Squid's toy octopus. Squid hesitated and then walked back over to the cot. He felt Zigzag watching him the whole time as he neared the spot next to him. He reached for the octopus, and for a brief moment, their lips brushed as Squid bent over to pick it up. Squid quickly straightened up quickly, shocked at the sudden contact. So shocked, in fact that he fell over backwards. He got up quickly and looked at Zigzag with wide eyes. Zigzag looked somewhat hurt at his reaction. The two boys stared at each other for a bit until Squid abruptly turned and raced out of the tent. Zigzag sat staring at the tent flap for a long time until finally laying down in his own cot and going to sleep.
He woke up in the middle of the night and looked towards Squid's cot. Squid was lying awake, glaring up at the canvas ceiling. Zigzag didn't know either to speak or not, but he felt crushed that the "lip brushing" had scared Squid away. He felt like an idiot.
Squid just lay there in his cot, staring up at the canvas ceiling and thinking. He thought back on what had happened earlier. He didn't feel like himself anymore. He felt . . . indescribable.
"Damn." He muttered, rolling over in his cot and getting a surprise of seeing a pair of eyes staring at him through the darkness. "Don't you ever sleep?" Zigzag said nothing, for he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, his heart would make him pour out all at once what he felt.
So for a whole five minutes they sat in silence, neither of them moving or saying a word. Zigzag rolled over, his back to Squid, and buried his head in his pillow. He couldn't take it anymore. Squid would never have him. He was just the most perfect thing in this world that Zigzag could ever wish for, but of course, could never have. He pulled his covers over his head and closed his eyes to an anguished sleep.
Meanwhile, Squid looked at Zigzag the moment the other boy turned away and wondered what how he could make him feel the way he did. He exhaled furiously through his nostrils. How dare he make him feel so . . . so strange. Squid closed his eyes and willed himself to stop thinking about that matter, but it was all that filled his mind. Giving up, he drifted into a rough sleep.
~*~
In the morning, Zig and Squid looked . . . well . . . like heck. From the way they had slept that night, they both had matching hairdos: sticking straight up in every direction. Squid slapped on his du-rag and cap, causing Zigzag to stare at the beautiful brown locks that were half-hidden underneath it all. He then mentally slapped himself, knowing that he was just hurting himself by merely thinking of Squid. He walked outside, preparing to face another blistering hot day.
He felt his pain.
He'd just have to live with it.
~*~
Okay, I've decided that the next chapter might be R. Might. As in maybe, or maybe not. If not, then the chapter after that.
~Shae~