Chapter 2
Kyle's POV
I went downstairs with Stan and told my mom I was going out for a little while. She asked me why I looked so depressed, so I smiled and said "I'm fine mom, don't worry about me." She nodded, smiled, kissed my on the forehead, and told me to bring my phone in case of emergency. I said O.K. and left. Stan put his arm around my waist again and I intstantly felt warmer and calmer. I sighed and rubbed my forehead.
"Let's go to the park and get a snack, we'll talk there." Stan said smiling a little now that I was calmer thanks to him. It was silent after I said O.K. to that. It wasn't hot outside anymore, perfect temperature actually. It was a little past 4 o'clock. Kids were playing and walking along the sidewalk with others. Stan waved and smiled his winning smile at the kids, which made me smile too. We started to laugh together and he held his big arm around me tighter. When we got to the park there were a few food trucks outside. I noticed that Stan was eyeing the hot dog truck since we've both ate there a few times before.
"Wanna go there?" I said quitely still a bit stuttering from my crying outburst.
"Hell yeah!" He told me he would pay for mine. He got a chilli dog and I asked for plain with ketchup. Stan told me hot dog was lame as we sat at a near by picnic table.
"You're a fag." I said laughing at him with his chili dog as I took a bite of mine.
"Oh. I'm the gayer one in the relationship" He sarcasticly said as he took a bite of his. It was silent for a while as we both ate and relaxed back like when we were 12 or 13. As he gazed and day dreamed for a little while, I could only stare at his hair and his cute smile that I wish a had. He had an adorable small nose. Stupid Jewish parents with their stupid Jew facial features. Stan was always wanted by girls at the school and I can see why. I smiled as I took the last bite of my hot dog. I didn't even notice that he was done with his almost 5 minutes before me, "So gay," He said with some light laughing to himself. I smiled back. He got up and motioned for me to get up to walk with him.
Stan's POV
I felt my back pocket to see if I had a box of cigs and I was happy to see that. "Wanna hava a smoke, like I was talking about earlier." I paused and stroked my fingers through my hair. It was a better length now. I kind of wanted to impress Kyle at least a little before I told him the news. "It's about that time of day...oh and I'll explain to you what's going to happen. He nodded and walked with me to the park bathroom area. This area was usually wher high schoolers smoked after school. No one cares that much about kid's safety I guess, so they have never caught or stopped any kid smoking behind the bathrooms. I got out the pack and handed him a cigarette. He took out a lighter from his pocket (it was weird that he always had at least one lighter per pair of jean he owned) and lit the cig in his mouth. I liked watching him smoke. It was relaxing. He gently carressed it with his middle and index finger, blew out, and leaned against the concrete wall. He handed me the lighter. I lit mine and blew out like he did. "So my parents thought I wasn't ready for college life. I'm not even going far away for college. It's stupid...I mean I'm going to UCLA, I mean really. So they decided to save up without telling me to send me to Spain for 2 months of my summer."
Kyle sighed as he took the cig out of his mouth again to let out the drag, "When are you leaving?"
"3 days from now." I tapped the ashes off the end of the end. "I'm sorry, Kyle"
"It's ok. Thanks for telling me first."
I dropped my ciggarette on the gound and stomped it and so did Kyle. "Hey," I said turning at him. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him close. I leaned down and kissed his neck first, since he likes that the most. "Mm..." I smiled on his skin and moved up. I was always taller than him. I took his chin and lifted it gently so I could kiss his lips softly. Kyle blushed slightly. "What a cutie," I whispered as I kissed him again, this time a little harder. Both of our mouths smelled smoke, but both of lips and mouths were a little warm already due to the heat of the cigs. He opened his mouth a little and I kissed him harder letting my tounge slip into his mouth. I felt around his mouth gently with my tounge as he slowly added his. I pulled him closer, wrapping both my arms around him, squezing his butt with my left hand.
We made out for a minute or so, but it felt so great. I put one of my hands up his shirt as squirmed a little worried that somebody would see us, making only me only hold on to him tighter. I broke the kiss, "Shhh...relax." Kyle was always a quiet kisser per say and I always felt like every time I cooed telling him to "shh" it would always make him calmer. He rested his head on my shoulder like earlier in the day. I continued to move my hand up, under his shirt. I took my index figue and rubbed it over his nipple lightly. He let a small noise as I continued. I kissed the top of his head again and told him that we were going in the bathroom because it was usually empty.