Still, it irked Evan - drove him freaking mad. It was all he could think about. The taste, the way it felt, the mere idea of the other boy's lips against his own was...almost mind-boggling.
He brought his ciggarette up to his lips, inhaling deeply. He glared up at the kids passing him, growling as his ears picked up on some of their conversations. Talk of 'make-up' and 'homework' and 'friends'--shit that Evan couldn't care less about. Really, who gave an absolute flying fuck?
He exhaled, blowing smoke out of his nose.
Yet another boring day.
Well...It would be. If he could get his mind off of that kiss.
It had tasted like coffee and ciggarettes. Those had lips felt soft and untouched against his. His lips quivered for a minute, his memory of it all was so vivid and clear.
He'd kissed someone. And,not only had he kissed someone--that someone had been another boy. A boy by the name of Dylan.
Dylan and he had known each other since he could remeber. The thought of the relationship as being more than platonic both excited and confused him.
It was more so just annoying the crap out of him at the moment.
He shook his head, trying to rid himself of those thoughts. Thoughts of 'love' and all that other conformist shit.
...Though, once he really thought about it....
Dylan wasn't so bad. If he had to fall for someone...it'd be good if it were Dylan and not some conformist whore.
He allowed his lips to quirk up in a slight smile.
He rather the liked the idea.
Yeah. It wasn't so bad. Not bad at all.