Jason

I really didn't think this through. The past few weeks I had been trying to figure out the reason for my sped up heart rate when I was around Adam McFarland. It bugged me for so long that I was feeling these weird feelings and not knowing the real reason of their cause. I mean, I had a guess on what they were, but, I thought that the thought was incorrect and sout out to prove that it was wrong. It wasn't wrong in the end. And now here I am kissing Adam on the lips in the middle of the empty high school halls.

At first Adam didn't kiss back, but over a matter of seconds that could easily be compared to years, he kissed back, his eyes sliding shut and his arms instinctively wrapping around my next. I slid my hands down to his side and kissed him a little roughing, a small squeak from him.

We only pulled away to breathe, both of us looking at each other, our arms wrapped around each other. I smiled softly, not my usual cocky smile, and Adam just blushed in response and hid his face into my sweatshirt.

"Awe come on, please don't hide that beautiful face of yours." I hummed running my fingers through his hair.

"Shut up." he mumbled, his words muffled by the fabric of my clothing. We stood in the hallway in the position we were in for a little while before Adam pulled away fixing his hair a light blush dusting his cheeks.

"Come on," he said grabbing my hand in his own. "we have practice today." I nodded and allowed him to dragged me to the locker rooms so that we could change.

"Come on Adam!" I yelled from the bleachers. Adam ran down the middle of the court the ball in hand as he dribbled it at almost lightning speed. No one on our team could be compared to his skill in the sport.

Adam smiled, looking up at me and jumped up tossing the ball at the half court mark and swished the ball. Our team, everyone even those were playing as the other team, cheered. I swear the coaches eyes popped out of his eyes.

Practice went on and Adam pulled so many tricks that everyone was just all over him. He was definitely gonna get our team to the championships. We hadn't won since I was a freshman.

"Alright guys, take a breather. We'll gather up to talk about who gets what numbers soon since the new jerseys are in." The coach yelled blowing his whistle. Adam bounced his ball lazily as he walked over, he looked the lease amount sweaty compared to the other guys. It was kinda hot. He walked over to me, flipping his water bottle around and sat next to me, leaning right into his shoulder. I smiled and ruffled his hair. I liked this closeness. I guess actions do speak louder than words, in their own weird way.

"Hey that was some nice playing." I said wrapping my arm around his shoulder. He simply nodded the tip of the water bottle in his mouth. He wasn't drinking water, he just had it there cause he was bored. If only that was my-

"I haven't seen you play much. Are you even any good?" He eventually asked sitting up and looking at me. I clutched my chest offended.

"I am mortally wounded!" I gasped. Adam laughed smiling his gorgeous smile at me. "I, as it just so happens, was the star player last year." I said cockly. That earned me another laugh and a light punch in the shoulder.

"Star player huh?" He mocked me putting his water bottle down on the bleachers and leaning back a bit. I looked over and shrugged wrapping my arms around his waist kissing his cheek. He blushed almost immediately and averted his eyes out of embarrassment.

"You ok?" I asked, slightly worried about his reaction.

"I'm just embarrassed." He replied leaning over to lay his head on my shoulder like before. I nodded, worry slowly draining from my mind. There was silence between us for a long time, which wasn't bad, it was quite relaxing actually.

"Alright Guys, come down to the court and maked a circle so that we can hand out the numbers." The Coach said blowing his whistle. Adam got up holding his hand to me to take as he headed down to the floor. I took if gladly and walked down to the floor looking around the other guys. The numbers on the jerseys were really important. The best players got the lower number. The Head player was always number one. I was normally number two, so I didn't expect anything new if I got the same number. I would be shocked if I got a different number. Adam was literally on the tips of his toes in anticipation. He had no idea what I knew. He was definitely gonna get the role of being the team's captain, and I don't think anyone here would object to that.

"Aright, number one, team captain, that jersey will be assigned last." The coach announced holding up the white and green jersey. The coach pulled out the box full of the other jerseys and pulled them out in numerical order. Soon only Adam was left with no jersey. I, as I expected, got jersey 2. I smiled at Adam and rubbed his shoulder to calm his worries.

"Don't worry man, you'll get your jersey, you're our best player." I assured him with a wide smile. The coach grabbed the star player jersey and walked up to Adam. The look on his face was priceless.

"Now all of you pay attention. McFarland here is you're team captain, best you listen to him." The coach said clapping Adam on his shoulder and handing him the jersey. His eyes literally lit up and he smiled.

"Wow." Was all he said when we headed to the locker rooms, holding the jersey in his hands. I chuckled and folded mine placing it in my bag as I changed into street clothes.

"So, want to hang out tomorrow at my place?" Adam asked stripping himself of his shirt. Damn, he may not have big abs but he is hot as hell. I continued to stare. I was taken out of my thoughts with Adam snapping under my nose.

"Huh?" I said looking up at his face.

"I asked if you wanted to hang out at my place." He laughed throwing on his shirt. I blushed and nodded and slung my bag over my shoulder.

"Yeah sure, it's a date." I said winking. Adam's face immediately lit up and he looked down at the ground. I laughed loudly, a smile spreading across my face. LIfe may just get a little less lonely now.