Author's Note: Wow…it's late. But Teh-Drabbler is bribing me with a sound clip, so I've GOT to write this tonight (You're a crafty one….but I will have the last laugh!…how the hell am I going to pull that off…?)
"John?" Timothy used one of his enormous hands to poke his friend in the back. John turned around, but said nothing. "Do you want to spend the night tonight?" He ignored the sound of two jocks suddenly whispering to one another. He knew what they were thinking. But he had to do this where they could hear him. I'm not gay…but at least if they think I am, they might not concentrate on John so much.
"That would be…fun," John struggled, "But I do not think it would be smart, Timothy."
"Please? As a favor?," He smirked, falling back on childish tactics, "I'll be your beeeesst friiiiieeeeend!"
"You already are," John retorted, the same way he used to when they were so little. "But if it means that much to you, I'll come."
"Yes!" Timothy pumped a hand into the air, throwing a triumphant smirk at one of the nearby jocks, daring him to challenge him. Timothy was terrified of these people, yes, but not of what they thought. It was only a fear of what physical damage they could do. But after hearing what had happened to John when he came out….it was not much, but it was really all he could do.
The bell rang and they both gathered their things. Timothy waved in passing to Annie, who acknowledged him with a tip of her hat. "So…let's just go directly to my place.." Timothy said, fumbling to pick up the pencil he'd just dropped.
John smirked at him before picking the pencil up and placing it in Timothy's shirt pocket. "I believe that is what you wanted?"
"Err…yeah.." Timothy said awkwardly, feeling the color rise in his cheeks. ..What am I doing? Must be the air in here. I just really want to get out of school right now. To him, the lame excuse somehow managed to make sense. That was on of the best things about being teenagers - logic was not always a necessity.
The two made their way home together, John casting glances at Timothy every few moments, well aware his friend was oblivious to it. He smiled in spite of himself, before mentally slapping himself back to reality. No…Timothy has no idea what he's going to get himself into. And actually…carrying feelings for him could prove…most unhelpful. "Timothy, I--"
"You need to drop your stuff off, I know..I'm coming with. You're not backing out now. I don't care what anybody says." He meant it to be big talk, but the way he said it, John couldn't help but be reminded of a four year old demanding that they be treated with respect. He held back a chuckle, instead leading the way into his home and into his bedroom.
"I just need a few articles of clothing," John said, about to close the door to bar Timothy access. To his surprise, his friend ducked in at the last second, and the door shut behind both of them. "Don't you wish to wait outside?"
"Nope. Fine right where I am," Timothy said firmly, perching himself on the bed. John decided to let it go, emptying his backpack of books and replacing it with fresh clothes, going into the bathroom for a moment to grab a toothbrush.
"All right, I'm ready.." John said, but he was suddenly caught off guard. Timothy was sprawled across the bed, somewhere between awake and asleep. Both eyes were cloes, but he kept moving. John chuckled. "You always did expend your energy to quickly, Timothy.." He leaned over to try to shake his friend awake. He paused, though.
Timothy smelled faintly of cheap cologne and polyester…It was an odd scent, but one John Wink found himself liking very much. He isasleep, right…? Without giving it another thought, he pressed his lips to the other boy's. He pulled away immediately, waiting for Timothy to awaken with a roar.
But for a moment, absolutely nothing happened.
And then, Timothy just stretched, and got up. "Oops..sorry. Didn't get much sleep last night. Let's get to my house, okay?"
"Yes, Timothy," John agreed, letting out a long sigh of relief. "Let's."
