The field was no longer of interest to me since I decided to play no longer. Plus, the chance that Finny would once again pin me to the ground and ask to talk wasn't something I was going to risk happening. I can't be around him and I don't want to talk to him. It's not him specifically, it's just that he wants to talk about the kiss.

I wish I could suffer from a minor concussion and forget all that happened earlier. I was just . . . something stupid.

. . . nothing? But you liked it . . .

I didn't like it. It was disgusting and never should have happened! I don't care if I had thought that it felt good for a few seconds but it wasn't. I was crazy for those few seconds. Or maybe it was just another effect of Finny. He did everything so well, maybe I just couldn't deny it in my mind that it wasn't good.

But I've gotten that under control. I understand how it was. And it was not good. Not at all.

--

"Have you got the homework for second block?" Finny asked me as soon as I got back from the shower. I stared at him, water dripping from my still wet hair onto my skin. We didn't have a meeting yesterday and classes ended earlier so why hadn't he done it.

Unfortunately, Finny has been getting better and better lately with that pouting face that it's been harder and harder to deny him the things he wants. Not that it was easy to deny him anything before. "Yes." I gave up, walking towards our desk. I shuffled through the papers, holding my head back a bit so no water would drip onto my hard work. I found the paper and pulled it from the pile, handing it to Finny. Finny took it into his hands with a smile and probably would've hugged me but he didn't because I was still a little wet and all I had on right now was a towel.

I looked at him, expecting him to leave but he stayed in the room. He spun around on his heels and walked to his cot. He leaned his head back against the wall behind him and began studying the paper. After looking it over, he grabbed a pencil, piece of paper, and a clipboard from the side of his cot and began looking from my paper to his, copying everything that was written down.

Seeing that he was preoccuppied and that he wouldn't be leaving, I decided just to get dressed. We were both guys so what the hell? It wasn't like we were gay.

I slipped the towel from my hips and then got my clothes on. A button-up plain white shirt and a pair of black pants was what I wore. The Devon school tie was also in my wardrobe.

My hair wasn't that bad, I concluded after I looked in the little mirror that hung just above our dresser. Just to make it look a little better, I ran the little black comb that was perched on the dresser through my hair a few times. I then set it back down and sat on my cot.

Phineas was still copying the paper I saw when I looked to the other side of the room. It was just for English so it shouldn't be long until he was done with it. The teacher may notice that he copyed it and get pissed at him but he had told me before, when he did it, that he didn't care about getting in trouble. At least he turned in the paper.

Of course, the odds that the teacher would actually get mad was unlikely. I knew how smooth of a talker he could be. He was able to get out of the stickiest of situations with just a few words. I envyed that of him. About a few months ago, he had done this

"Here you go." I suddenly heard Finny say. I looked up and saw him holding out the paper to me. He finished quickly. "Thanks for letting me copy it." He thanked when I took the paper in my hands.

"No problem." I said, getting up from my cot. Now I had to stuff this with the other papers.

I shuffled through them, looking for where it would actually have to go, and slid it in with the rest. There was so much work to turn in. The folder was closed and I stuffed it into my backpack along with my other books and binders for the various classes I had to go through in the day.

When I had set the bag on one of the chairs, I noticed that Finny was getting dressed. I looked away from him, giving him privacy. He had given me mine so I had to give him his in return.

I turned around a little bit later and saw him in that same, goofy pink shirt. I would've said something about it but that conversation was over. We had that one days before. "You like the shirt?" He chuckled, catching my eyes looking at him.

"Yeah," I rolled my eyes, "it's fabulous."

"Great, maybe I could lend it to you one day, after all, your clothes are hideous." He laughed, walking around me to examine my whole wardrobe. I rolled by eyes once again, he doesn't like my clothes yet he sometimes puts mine on without realizing it and doesn't complain.

"What's so wrong about what I'm wearing?" I asked, crossing my arms.

He pulled my arms apart and put them to the sides, saying, "Well, for one thing, this sweater vest thing looks horrible and you'd look better without it." Without even getting my consent, he pulled it over my head. "Second, You look like some geek with it buttoned up all the way." Once again, without caring about what I thought, he began unbuttoning a few buttons at the top. Then he looked at me strangely before continueing to unbutton more buttons that I had thought he'd undo. I grabbed his hand before he could get to all of them.

"What?" I asked. He frowned at me.

"Why are you wearing another shirt under this one?" He asked, pulling his hand away.

"Because it's supposed to be a bit chilly today." I explained.

"Pfft, that's no reason to be a dork and wear two shirts plus a sweater vest which I had helped you by taking that off."

"I don't care how I look, I just want to be comfortable."

"You will be if you just wear one shirt, think of it: the teachers will have their thermostats turned up if it's cold outside so wouldn't you rather be a bit cold inbetween classes while relaxed inside the warm classroom instead of sweating because it's so hot under three layers?" Phineas explained, still looking down at my half unbuttoned shirt.

After debating whether or not his idea actually made sense or not, I sighed and began finishing what Finny started. He smiled in victory. After removing the shirt underneath, I started buttoning up my shirt once again and Finny stopped me when I got about two thirds of the way up. "No need to button up anymore." He said, smiling.

I looked out the window and I could see the other students walking around in jackets and scarves. Looking in the mirror, I really wished that I hadn't listened to Finny. But, I can't help it and neither could anyone else; it was just the kind of person he was. You can't refuse him. "First block is all the way across campus, right?" I asked, staring back outside. I heard a sigh from my friend then a jacket was thrown at my face.

"Here, don't freeze yourself to death." He said, rolling his eyes as he passed me. I quickly put my arms into the sleeves then zipped it up halfway. Finny gave me a pat on the back. "Good job," He said, walking in front of me with a binder in his hand, "but where's your tie?" I exhaled deeply. I didn't even notice I forgot to put it on. Before I could cross the room, Finny was already on the other side, pulling the tie out of the dresser.

Usually in the mornings, we don't pay any attention to each other. We didn't care what the other one wore, just as long as they were wearing something. Something is different about this morning . . . I just can't put my finger on exactly what it is.

He put the tie around my neck and as he was tying it, he began saying, "I had the weirdest dream last night . . . I kissed this one guy . . . do you have dreams like that?" Since the question had caught me completely off gaurd, I had no idea how to respond. Finny, sensing my sudden uneven breathing looked up to me and stopped tying. "What is it?" He asked.

Suddenly the distance that was between us physically had become known to me. When he was tying, I hadn't found it odd about how close he was to me but now that he's stopped and brought up a topic like that, it was now at the front of my mind. Involuntarily I took a step back. Phineas tugged on my tie a bit. "Gene . . . what is it?"

"I . . . I don't know." I answered earnestly, wanting to step back from him again. I wanted the distance to grow, I didn't want to be this close to him. I don't know why I do, I just do. I'm over reacting and I have no idea why, it was just a dream and it probably wasn't me so what am I freaking out about? Am I scared of something? Am I scared of him?

Shaking my head, I found my thoughts to be preposterous and decided to just stop being so . . . nervous. I gulped and stepped closer to Finny so we were at the same distance from each other as we were before. Phineas and I exchanged glances then he resumed what he was doing before, ignoring his question to me, "it was odd kinda . . . y'know. I've never actually had dreams like that. But, strangely enough, it seemed right . . . maybe it could be the lack of girls here that I dream like that. Of course, you were acting much more like a girl than a boy so it didn't seem weird at all . . . not at all." My cheeks reddened. When he had said that he kissed a boy, he didn't say at all that it was me. My breathing became hitched again and it seemed like we were closer. In actuality, none of us were moving but it seemed like it. It was like if I leaned even the smallest bit forward, his lips would meet mine and I didn't want that.

When he stopped once again and his emerald eyes looked back up, I blushed more and I could feel my thoughts starting to cloud. I was trying to think of something else but all I could hear in my mind was what he had just said. What's going on? Why am I feeling this way? Why am I reacting like this; it doesn't make any sense. I tried to back away but my feet were practically fused to the ground; I couldn't move and I couldn't look away from his eyes. "Gene . . . are you okay?" He asked. His cheeks were flushed as well; probably just because of my reaction.

I could hear my heart beating in my ears; the pace was increasing as I looked into Finny's eyes. "Gene . . ." I could hear him say almost breathlessly. I looked down and saw his chest going up and down quickly and I could hear him exhale and inhale. His hands were already away from my half tied tie. When I heard him gulp, my eyes snapped back to his. They were laced with an emotion that I could not detect; it was a stare that I had never been graced with. It was . . . different; we never looked at each other like this. We never looked into each other's eyes with such . . . what's that word? What word can describe this emotion?

The second I heard his binder hit the ground was the second that my breathing and thoughts subsided. His lips were tenderly against my own lips, pressing its form against mine. His eyes were closed and mine were half lidded and clouded with the emotion that I had yet to find the word for.

I could feel his hands at my sides, somewhat holding me close but also keeping me away.

It feels so right . . .

My eyes closed all the way and I pressed my lips harder agianst his. Our lips pulled apart for only a brief moment before they were rejoined again. Without hesitation, my hands were in his hair and we were slowly backing up. I was up against the wall and his hands were rubbing up and down my arms slowly.

It felt like everything else was gone; it was just me and him converging blissfully. Nothing else mattered in that moment. Nothing. I could feel a low growl in the back of my throat that I tried harder and harder to keep down. But, due to my attempt to keep it down, it came out as a wimper that only made Phineas kiss deeper.

We kissed like there was no tomorrow; like this would be the only time we could do this. Our lips came apart and together effortlessly.

. . . but it's so wrong . . .

We pulled apart and we began breathing heavily. When we were kissing; the need for air didn't seem important and we didn't notice how winded we were.

I was looking to my side and Phineas was staring I had no idea where. I couldn't look at him. I just couldn't.

I didn't even know he moved until I heard the door shut. I looked forward and into the mirror; I could see my still gasping form against the wall. My cheeks were rosy and my lips were redder. I swallowed back the lingering feeling that the kiss gave me and looked away from the mirror. I finished tying my tie then got my backpack before leaving the room.


It's a love/hate relationship with me and writing kissing scenes. I swear they come out so cheesy and make no sense and if you actually think it's good, then I'm shocked! Sorry this took so long to do. There were so many complications but once I started writing, I remembered my ideas and I went on from there. And after the '--' is the incident that happened that morning with Gene and Finny. I wrote half of this (up to the part where Phineas is getting dressed) and as I was looking at this tonight I was going ". . . how the heck are they supposed to kiss; this seems like a normal scene!" so yeah, if it makes no sense that's why :D

. . . okay, I'm done annoying you all. ^-^