"Moving!" Snitch shrieked, sitting up. Skittery nodded, solemnly.
"I've been accepted at NYU," Skittery replied. The two boys had been lying on the deserted beach, just enjoying the day, when Skittery had said it. He was moving to New York.
"But—but Skittery! You can't move!" Snitch protested. "What about m—your friends?" Skittery shrugged.
"I'll make new ones."
Snitch turned his face away from Skittery, so he wouldn't see the hot tears welling up in Snitch's eyes.
"And what about me?" Snitch asked, his voice cracking. "What about twelve years of friendship? Can you just throw that away?" Snitch choked out, tears now spilling down his cheeks.
"Snitch…" Skittery reached over and gently grasped his jaw, turning Snitch's face toward him.
"No! Skittery, I get it," Snitch insisted, trying to jerk backwards. Skittery slipped his hand past Snitch's jaw, until it rested against his neck, thumb resting in the niche between the neck and jaw.
"Snitch! There's no one in the world I'd rather be with than you," Skittery said, looking Snitch straight in the eye.
"Then why are you moving?" Snitch cried, tears flowing harder.
"So that we can have a good life!" Skittery paused, letting that sink in. Snitch's breath caught in his throat.
"W-what?" he said, faintly.
"Come with me! We can get an apartment, split the rent. You can finish college there, I can go to NYU, get a good job…"
Snitch's eyes widened, and Skittery took Snitch's hand in his own. "Will you come with me?"
"Yes!" Snitch sobbed, tackling Skittery in a tight hug. Lips met foreign lips, and in an instant, lips were no longer foreign to each other.