I felt myself slipping away, but I didn't want to hold on. The only thing that kept my up was the thought of you.
It was getting late, the sky had dimmed and I needed to go back. Slipping my damp body into my wet clothes, and feeling like an idiot I went home. Opening the door, greeting my family with a nice, warm bird when they asked where I had been, and marching up the stairs into the bathroom. I let the warm water cascade upon me as I tried to clear my head…well that wasn't working; in fact my mind seemed to race even more.
As I stepped out of the shower toweling myself, running across the short hallway into my room, my one thought was "hurry up you selfish bastard". I couldn't seem to move my legs fast enough, even after racing to put on some fresh clothes and stumbling out of my front door, I ran. All I wanted was to be with him, but as I ran, my body turned to mud. As I approached the building, running through the doors and into his "room", I saw a rather surprised looking Stan hovering over a dazed, but awake Kenny.
I couldn't even try to hide the fact that I was panting like a dog, or the shit-eating grin that formed on my face once I saw the groggy fucked up blond. I quickly changed expressions, but not soon enough.
"C..craig?, why are, and whaaa?" Stan stumbled on his words. "Chill your tits man" the blonde corpse smoke in a smug, but rather dead sounding voice. "Oh and bro, could ya give us some alone time?" he asked the stunned looking Stan. "Uhh sure..." he turned and left, I couldn't believe how easily he had done that.
I turned back to Kenny, He stared at me silently for a few moments before he began to talk "Hey…Craig, I see you didn't break your promise" he said slyly, but with some emotion hidden behind those beautiful, bright blue orbs, ok I'm a super fag for thinking that but I really don't give a flying fuck. "Never in a million years".