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Josh pushed me and I fell to the ground. We were starting to attract a crowd now.
"Have you got a dirty mouth Jake?" he laughed and I knew what he was getting at. Alas, my ego would do the talking and I'd just get myself further into this mess than I already was.
I stood up, brished myself off and leaned casually against the lockers that were closest to me. I was oging to make this a show.
I shrugged and smiled, looking Josh in the eye. "Meybe."
A look of disgust crossed his face as he continued. "Well then maybe I should wash it out." He pinned me up against the lockers and held me there.
"Depends on what your going to use," I hissed in his face, trying to hold back the tears of pain that were threatening to pour out of my eyes.
"What if I used my tongue you sick bastard?"
"Dirty fag!" Someone in the crowd called out.
"Freak!"
"Homo!"
"Faggot boy!"
The insults came one right after the other. Josh was still pinning me to the lockers and smiled, happy with what he had started. Chants of my homosexuality rang through my ears.
I felt Josh's arm start to move away from my chest and I spoke up again. This time, I spoke only loud enough for him to hear me.
"I know what you are. I've seen you looking too. Don't judge me when you can't accept yourself."
Josh turned back to me, a look of horror on his face. He seemed to hesitate before dropping me to the ground then stepping back from me in disgust.
"If you EVER say anything like that to me again, I swear I'll kill you with my own hands." His voice was chaking and was nothing more than a whisped but I still heard his threat. He turned and started to walk away from me, but sure enough, my ego kicked in again. There was no way I would let him get away with the last words.
"Oh come on Josh. You know you can't resist my body." I finished the sentance in a seductive voice and started strutting seductivly towards him.
Josh stopped dead in his tracks. After a moment, he turned around slowly and glared me down. Suddenly, his face went red. I stuck out my tongue and licked my finger, then pointed at him and motioned for him to come closer.
"You cocky little faggot!" Josh exploded. He ran towards me with his left arm back and his hand clenched into a fist. When he was close enough to me, he let all his anger and fury hit me in the face. The next thing I remember, I was lying on the ground, blood pouring down my face.
"Hey are you okay?"
I opened my eyes to the voice of an angel. His voice was quiet but concerned. Not high enough to be feminin, but not too low to be very masculine either. He was still a boy.
I couldn't see for the blood in my eyes. Everything was blurry and dark. I tried to sit up and groaned.
"Whoa. You need to get to the hospital."
I felt an arm around my waist. And he pulled my arm around his neck. I struggled to get to my feet. With his help, I finally did. I leaned back against the wall and clenched my eyes shut.
"Jus... A sec," I struggled out the words. My head was killing me.
The entire time I was rested against the wall, his arm never left my waist. I pushed off from the wall, and stumbled to the ground once more. My head hit the floor with a sickening crack and my world went black once more.

I was in heaven, of that I was sure. The first clue that brought me to this conclusion was that everything was so white it was blinding. The second clue was that my angel was at my bedside holding my hand. The only fact that broke my vision of heaven was the pain. Heaven shouldn't hurt this much.
"Ugh my head," I moaned and tried to sit up.
"Hey, hey," I felt a set of arms push me back down as my angel's voice filled my ears. "You shouldn't move a lot. The doctors said you have to take it easy okay?"
I nodded and layed back down.
"What happened to me?" I closed my eyes to block out the bright light.
"Ummmm, well. I found you lying on the ground at school with blood pouring from the cut above your eye. You have stitches there by the way."
Instinctivly, I reached my hand up and sure enough, I felt a bandage over the place he had mentioned. He continued.
"So then I was trying to help you up to bring you here, the hospital, to make sure you were okay, but then you stumbled and fell forwards and bashed your head off of the floor. I had to run to find a phone. Then when the ambulence got there, I rode with you here. That was two days ago. I havn't left your side since," the tone of his voice indicated he was proud of this fact.
Once the pounding in my head had quieted down, I opened my eyes. What I saw made me gasp, then blush.
The young boy who had practically saved my life was beautiful. His thickly rimmed emo glasses excentuated his baby blue eyes while his black and red streaked hair framed his face and the part at the back was spiked up. His facial structure was thin and defined. His lips were full in a seductive fashion and his small nose perfected him.
My angel's thin hand was wrapped tightly in mine and a couple wristbands decorated his arms. His thin wiry frame looked as if it could be blown over with one breath. A Panic! at the Disco T-shirt clung to his body. A black and red studded belt was wrapped around his waist and held his tight pants on his body. I was sure that without that belt, nothing would be holding his pants to him.
"What? What's wrong?"
I closed my eyes again and threw my loose arm over them. A small grin played across my lips and he sighed with relief when he saw this.
Nothing's wrong. It's just that your so damn beautiful, I thought to myself.
"Haha nothing. I'm fine," my laugh was nervous. How had I ended up with this cutie holding my hand for the past two days?
"Okay. Good," he sat back down in his seat. "Oh!" he gasped. "I just remembered."
His hand left mine and I took my arm away from my face to see what he was doing. He reached over top of me and I could smell his cologne. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the smell. I heard a clicking noise above me and opened my eyes to watch him press a small white button above my head. I looked at him questioningly and he shrugged and sat back down.
"The nurse told me to call down whenever you woke up. She said that you could have a concussion or something, so... Yeah."
Something clicked in my head then.
"Oh my god!" I slammed my hand to my forehead then cried out in pain as my hand hit my stitches. "Shit!"
"Are you okay?" worry litered his voice.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Forgot about the stitches. But I just remembered that I hve no idea who you are," I grinned sheepishly and held out a hand. "I'm Jake."
He took it and smiled. "Sam."
The nurse decided to come into the room then and Sam was pushed out of the way until she checked me over and made sure that I was still sane. When she left, Sam was instantly bat my side again, his hand in mine.
"So how do you feel?"
I groaned and flopped back onto the uncomfortable hospital bed. "Like I was hit over the head with a bag of bricks."
He laughed at this and I smiled at him, enjoying his melodic voice.
"What about you Sam? How do you feel?"
He blushed and looked at his feet. "I've never felt better in my life."
"And why's that?"
"Uhhh... No reason." He pulled his hand out of mine and sunk down in his chair.
"Please tell me?"
He grimaced and shook his head. "I don't want to freak you out. People usually don't like what I am..."
I frowned and looked at him. "What do you mean what you are?"
He shook his head again, his eyes never leaving his feet.
"Please? I promise I won't freak out or anything."
It looked as if he was about to burst into tears , but before I could say anything more, he jumped out of his chair and ran out the door. I was left staring after him and wondering what I said to upset him.
I sat in my bed for a few minutes contemplating what I should do.
First of all, it was a miricle that Sam had even bothered helping me after Josh knocked me out. Ever since I had become openly gay at school, no one associated themselves with me. Even the boy who I had thought was my best friend had left me in the dirt. He said it was because I had lost his trust for not telling him first, but I knew it was because he was repulsed by my very being. Or, it could be because I had stood up in the middle of the cafeteria on a rainy day and kissed him. That could have been a mistake on my half. I probably could have been more subtle about it.
Secondly, I knew by now that I definatly had a crush on this young man. He was so shy, yet so open. He had the cutest face and an inviting body. How could anyone resist his innocence? But what would a kid like him want with an 18 year old like myself? That was practically pedephilia!
I should go after him. To make sure he's okay. Besides, it's not like I wasn't allowed to leave. I could sign myself out now. Ever since my parents disowned me I had to do everything for myself anyways.
I nodded my head once, knowing what I was going to do. I turned around awkwardly and reached up to the white button on the wall. A moment later, a nurse walked into the room.
"Yes? Oh...," she paused, seeming torn between saying something more.
"What?"
She blushed and continued. "Well, your friend is gone. It's just weird 'cause he's been here since they wheeled you in."
I thought about this for a moment then filed it away with all the other information I was gathering about my young crush.
"Can I leave now?"
The nurse looked taken back. "What? But you just woke up. You should stay to make sure you don't have any additional damage."
"I'm fine. I just got punched it the face by a closeted gay football bully from my school, then fell and hit my head. I'll deal with the consequences."
She looked confused, then shook her head. "You really should stay."
"But I don't have to right?" I climbed to the edge of the bed and threw my legs over, already searching for my clothes. "Where's my stuff?"
"Just slow down. I'll go find you a doctor to sign your release forms." A frown was on her face as she left the room.
I jumped off the bed to a small cubby across the room that had been filled with my belongings. Pulling off the white sheet they called a gown that only covered half your body, I couldn't have cared less about my nakedness.
I threw my clothes on the bed and finally finding my boxers, I pulled them on, quickly followed by my tight blue jeans. My belt was still through the loops so it only took me a moment to do it up. I pulled on my socks and slipped into my Converse black and white shoes.
Only then, standing half naked in the room did I feel the need to turn around, and when I did I could have screamed. Standing in the doorway were almost all of the nurses from this floor. They were all standing there staring at me with smiles on their faces. A couple of them even waved at me.
My face turned red with fury and I reached out for my T-shirt, throwing it over my head and pulling it down to tightly fit my semi-muscular chest. Now only my sweater remained, since the doctors had decided to leave my necklace on me, and I grabbed it and started walking towards th waiting girls.
"What the fuck do you all want?" I yelled at them, outraged that they actually had the nerve to stand there and watch me getting dressed. I pushed past them. "Get the fuck outta my way. I gotta find Sam."
I noticed my nurses face amongst my admirers.
"You!" I pointed at her and yelled. "Where's the doctor?"
"H-he already released you. He signed the papers. You can go," she smiled. "But I'd like it if you stayed."
I screamed. "Ugh!" Turning on my heel, I marched down the hall, turning my head back and forth, looking for my angel.

"Where would I go if I was in a hospital and had just run away from the man who's life I had saved?" I murmured under my breath. I stood staring up at the signs that directed people to wherever they were headed. My eyes landed on the third sign. "Cefeteria!" I yelled and I was off.
I got a lot of dirty looks as I ran through the hospital, but I didn't care. I had to find him before I lost him forever.
When I got to the cafeteris, it was almost empty. There were a few people waiting for their food, but I didn't see them. The only thing I saw was the back of the lone emo boy shaking violently but spradically. His dark hair shook with his body and his arm was wrapped around himself with his head lying on the table.
I walked silently towards him and stood behind him for a moment, contemplating what I should do. I wanted to reach out to him and comfort him. I wanted to take him in my arms and hold him. To stop his shaking. To wipe away his tears. To kiss his soft, full lips.
Instead, I pulled out a chair and sat down beside him.
Sam looked up, first with surprise, then with horror. Probably because he didn't want me to see him crying. He quickly turned away and covered his face with his hands.
"Sam," I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder. He seemed to relax the moment I touched him. "Sam, what's wrong?"
I waited for him to answer, but the only answer I got was a stuffled dob and a sigh. His shoulders had stopped shaking by now. I moved my chair closer to his and tried again.
"Sam, please?"
Unexpectedly, Sam turned around quickly and leaned against my chest, hiding his face under my chin.
Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around him and rested my chin on his head. My heartrate had quickened and I was sure he could hear it. Hell, I was sure the butterflys in my stomach heard it too.
I don't know how long we sat there for. I had closed my eyes so I could enjoy the moments better. I could smell his colonge and it made me want him all that much more. He was the most adorable person I had ever seen.
Finally, Sam sighed and then started to lean away from me. Reluctanly, I let go of him and opened my eyes. When I looked at him, he was looking down at the floor, his eyes still red from crying. His hands were clasped together on his legs and I yearned to hold onto one of them.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I took this chance and put my hand gently on his knee. He turned his head quickly and stared in awe at my hand. When he turned his head up to look at me, his eyes had started to water again and his bottom lip had started to quiver.
"Sam please. I don't like to see you cry. You can tell me what's going on. I owe you anything you want. You saved my life..."
I didn't know what else to say. I moved my hand up his leg and found his hand. To my surprise, he let me hold his hand in mine, so I brought up my other hand and wrapped mine in his. He squooze my hand tightly and I looked down at our hands together, smiling slightly at how right this felt. I frowned again when I saw a tear drop splash on the back of my hand.
"Oh, Sam," I pulled him up and stood up and then wrapped my arms around him to hug him.
"Do you want to go somewhere else to talk? We can go to my place. Or there's a park across the street. Or we can just hang out if you don't want to talk but please Sam, stop crying. It pains me to no end to see you cry and not be able to do anything about it!"
I heard a mumbling coming from my chest and I looked down.
"What'd you say?"
He hesitated and looked down at his feet again. "I said there is someting you could do..."
I smiled, willing to do anything for him.
"And what would that be?"
He waited a long moment, then took a deep breath and looked up at me.
"Kiss me," he whispered, releasing his breath.
I looked confused for a moment, then it hit me. Why he didn't want to freak me out. Why people usually didn't like him. Why he was so happy holding my hand...
I leaned my head down to his and pressed my lips to his.I wrapped my arms around him and brought him closer to me, only kissing him lightly. At first, his body was rigid, but soon his lips responded to mine and he relaxed and placed his hands on my hips.
I pulled back and grinned.
"Better now?"
He smiled and wiped his eyes, which were no longer red, and nodded.
"Can we go back to your place now?"
I laughed and grabbed his hand. "Ya, come on."

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Josh pushed me and I fell to the ground. We were starting to attract a crowd now.
"Have you got a dirty mouth Jake?" he laughed and I knew what he was getting at. Alas, my ego would do the talking and I'd just get myself further into this mess than I already was.
I stood up, brished myself off and leaned casually against the lockers that were closest to me. I was oging to make this a show.
I shrugged and smiled, looking Josh in the eye. "Meybe."
A look of disgust crossed his face as he continued. "Well then maybe I should wash it out." He pinned me up against the lockers and held me there.
"Depends on what your going to use," I hissed in his face, trying to hold back the tears of pain that were threatening to pour out of my eyes.
"What if I used my tongue you sick bastard?"
"Dirty fag!" Someone in the crowd called out.
"Freak!"
"Homo!"
"Faggot boy!"
The insults came one right after the other. Josh was still pinning me to the lockers and smiled, happy with what he had started. Chants of my homosexuality rang through my ears.
I felt Josh's arm start to move away from my chest and I spoke up again. This time, I spoke only loud enough for him to hear me.
"I know what you are. I've seen you looking too. Don't judge me when you can't accept yourself."
Josh turned back to me, a look of horror on his face. He seemed to hesitate before dropping me to the ground then stepping back from me in disgust.
"If you EVER say anything like that to me again, I swear I'll kill you with my own hands." His voice was chaking and was nothing more than a whisped but I still heard his threat. He turned and started to walk away from me, but sure enough, my ego kicked in again. There was no way I would let him get away with the last words.
"Oh come on Josh. You know you can't resist my body." I finished the sentance in a seductive voice and started strutting seductivly towards him.
Josh stopped dead in his tracks. After a moment, he turned around slowly and glared me down. Suddenly, his face went red. I stuck out my tongue and licked my finger, then pointed at him and motioned for him to come closer.
"You cocky little faggot!" Josh exploded. He ran towards me with his left arm back and his hand clenched into a fist. When he was close enough to me, he let all his anger and fury hit me in the face. The next thing I remember, I was lying on the ground, blood pouring down my face.
"Hey are you okay?"
I opened my eyes to the voice of an angel. His voice was quiet but concerned. Not high enough to be feminin, but not too low to be very masculine either. He was still a boy.
I couldn't see for the blood in my eyes. Everything was blurry and dark. I tried to sit up and groaned.
"Whoa. You need to get to the hospital."
I felt an arm around my waist. And he pulled my arm around his neck. I struggled to get to my feet. With his help, I finally did. I leaned back against the wall and clenched my eyes shut.
"Jus... A sec," I struggled out the words. My head was killing me.
The entire time I was rested against the wall, his arm never left my waist. I pushed off from the wall, and stumbled to the ground once more. My head hit the floor with a sickening crack and my world went black once more.

I was in heaven, of that I was sure. The first clue that brought me to this conclusion was that everything was so white it was blinding. The second clue was that my angel was at my bedside holding my hand. The only fact that broke my vision of heaven was the pain. Heaven shouldn't hurt this much.
"Ugh my head," I moaned and tried to sit up.
"Hey, hey," I felt a set of arms push me back down as my angel's voice filled my ears. "You shouldn't move a lot. The doctors said you have to take it easy okay?"
I nodded and layed back down.
"What happened to me?" I closed my eyes to block out the bright light.
"Ummmm, well. I found you lying on the ground at school with blood pouring from the cut above your eye. You have stitches there by the way."
Instinctivly, I reached my hand up and sure enough, I felt a bandage over the place he had mentioned. He continued.
"So then I was trying to help you up to bring you here, the hospital, to make sure you were okay, but then you stumbled and fell forwards and bashed your head off of the floor. I had to run to find a phone. Then when the ambulence got there, I rode with you here. That was two days ago. I havn't left your side since," the tone of his voice indicated he was proud of this fact.
Once the pounding in my head had quieted down, I opened my eyes. What I saw made me gasp, then blush.
The young boy who had practically saved my life was beautiful. His thickly rimmed emo glasses excentuated his baby blue eyes while his black and red streaked hair framed his face and the part at the back was spiked up. His facial structure was thin and defined. His lips were full in a seductive fashion and his small nose perfected him.
My angel's thin hand was wrapped tightly in mine and a couple wristbands decorated his arms. His thin wiry frame looked as if it could be blown over with one breath. A Panic! at the Disco T-shirt clung to his body. A black and red studded belt was wrapped around his waist and held his tight pants on his body. I was sure that without that belt, nothing would be holding his pants to him.
"What? What's wrong?"
I closed my eyes again and threw my loose arm over them. A small grin played across my lips and he sighed with relief when he saw this.
Nothing's wrong. It's just that your so damn beautiful, I thought to myself.
"Haha nothing. I'm fine," my laugh was nervous. How had I ended up with this cutie holding my hand for the past two days?
"Okay. Good," he sat back down in his seat. "Oh!" he gasped. "I just remembered."
His hand left mine and I took my arm away from my face to see what he was doing. He reached over top of me and I could smell his cologne. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the smell. I heard a clicking noise above me and opened my eyes to watch him press a small white button above my head. I looked at him questioningly and he shrugged and sat back down.
"The nurse told me to call down whenever you woke up. She said that you could have a concussion or something, so... Yeah."
Something clicked in my head then.
"Oh my god!" I slammed my hand to my forehead then cried out in pain as my hand hit my stitches. "Shit!"
"Are you okay?" worry litered his voice.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Forgot about the stitches. But I just remembered that I hve no idea who you are," I grinned sheepishly and held out a hand. "I'm Jake."
He took it and smiled. "Sam."
The nurse decided to come into the room then and Sam was pushed out of the way until she checked me over and made sure that I was still sane. When she left, Sam was instantly bat my side again, his hand in mine.
"So how do you feel?"
I groaned and flopped back onto the uncomfortable hospital bed. "Like I was hit over the head with a bag of bricks."
He laughed at this and I smiled at him, enjoying his melodic voice.
"What about you Sam? How do you feel?"
He blushed and looked at his feet. "I've never felt better in my life."
"And why's that?"
"Uhhh... No reason." He pulled his hand out of mine and sunk down in his chair.
"Please tell me?"
He grimaced and shook his head. "I don't want to freak you out. People usually don't like what I am..."
I frowned and looked at him. "What do you mean what you are?"
He shook his head again, his eyes never leaving his feet.
"Please? I promise I won't freak out or anything."
It looked as if he was about to burst into tears , but before I could say anything more, he jumped out of his chair and ran out the door. I was left staring after him and wondering what I said to upset him.
I sat in my bed for a few minutes contemplating what I should do.
First of all, it was a miricle that Sam had even bothered helping me after Josh knocked me out. Ever since I had become openly gay at school, no one associated themselves with me. Even the boy who I had thought was my best friend had left me in the dirt. He said it was because I had lost his trust for not telling him first, but I knew it was because he was repulsed by my very being. Or, it could be because I had stood up in the middle of the cafeteria on a rainy day and kissed him. That could have been a mistake on my half. I probably could have been more subtle about it.
Secondly, I knew by now that I definatly had a crush on this young man. He was so shy, yet so open. He had the cutest face and an inviting body. How could anyone resist his innocence? But what would a kid like him want with an 18 year old like myself? That was practically pedephilia!
I should go after him. To make sure he's okay. Besides, it's not like I wasn't allowed to leave. I could sign myself out now. Ever since my parents disowned me I had to do everything for myself anyways.
I nodded my head once, knowing what I was going to do. I turned around awkwardly and reached up to the white button on the wall. A moment later, a nurse walked into the room.
"Yes? Oh...," she paused, seeming torn between saying something more.
"What?"
She blushed and continued. "Well, your friend is gone. It's just weird 'cause he's been here since they wheeled you in."
I thought about this for a moment then filed it away with all the other information I was gathering about my young crush.
"Can I leave now?"
The nurse looked taken back. "What? But you just woke up. You should stay to make sure you don't have any additional damage."
"I'm fine. I just got punched it the face by a closeted gay football bully from my school, then fell and hit my head. I'll deal with the consequences."
She looked confused, then shook her head. "You really should stay."
"But I don't have to right?" I climbed to the edge of the bed and threw my legs over, already searching for my clothes. "Where's my stuff?"
"Just slow down. I'll go find you a doctor to sign your release forms." A frown was on her face as she left the room.
I jumped off the bed to a small cubby across the room that had been filled with my belongings. Pulling off the white sheet they called a gown that only covered half your body, I couldn't have cared less about my nakedness.
I threw my clothes on the bed and finally finding my boxers, I pulled them on, quickly followed by my tight blue jeans. My belt was still through the loops so it only took me a moment to do it up. I pulled on my socks and slipped into my Converse black and white shoes.
Only then, standing half naked in the room did I feel the need to turn around, and when I did I could have screamed. Standing in the doorway were almost all of the nurses from this floor. They were all standing there staring at me with smiles on their faces. A couple of them even waved at me.
My face turned red with fury and I reached out for my T-shirt, throwing it over my head and pulling it down to tightly fit my semi-muscular chest. Now only my sweater remained, since the doctors had decided to leave my necklace on me, and I grabbed it and started walking towards th waiting girls.
"What the fuck do you all want?" I yelled at them, outraged that they actually had the nerve to stand there and watch me getting dressed. I pushed past them. "Get the fuck outta my way. I gotta find Sam."
I noticed my nurses face amongst my admirers.
"You!" I pointed at her and yelled. "Where's the doctor?"
"H-he already released you. He signed the papers. You can go," she smiled. "But I'd like it if you stayed."
I screamed. "Ugh!" Turning on my heel, I marched down the hall, turning my head back and forth, looking for my angel.

"Where would I go if I was in a hospital and had just run away from the man who's life I had saved?" I murmured under my breath. I stood staring up at the signs that directed people to wherever they were headed. My eyes landed on the third sign. "Cefeteria!" I yelled and I was off.
I got a lot of dirty looks as I ran through the hospital, but I didn't care. I had to find him before I lost him forever.
When I got to the cafeteris, it was almost empty. There were a few people waiting for their food, but I didn't see them. The only thing I saw was the back of the lone emo boy shaking violently but spradically. His dark hair shook with his body and his arm was wrapped around himself with his head lying on the table.
I walked silently towards him and stood behind him for a moment, contemplating what I should do. I wanted to reach out to him and comfort him. I wanted to take him in my arms and hold him. To stop his shaking. To wipe away his tears. To kiss his soft, full lips.
Instead, I pulled out a chair and sat down beside him.
Sam looked up, first with surprise, then with horror. Probably because he didn't want me to see him crying. He quickly turned away and covered his face with his hands.
"Sam," I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder. He seemed to relax the moment I touched him. "Sam, what's wrong?"
I waited for him to answer, but the only answer I got was a stuffled dob and a sigh. His shoulders had stopped shaking by now. I moved my chair closer to his and tried again.
"Sam, please?"
Unexpectedly, Sam turned around quickly and leaned against my chest, hiding his face under my chin.
Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around him and rested my chin on his head. My heartrate had quickened and I was sure he could hear it. Hell, I was sure the butterflys in my stomach heard it too.
I don't know how long we sat there for. I had closed my eyes so I could enjoy the moments better. I could smell his colonge and it made me want him all that much more. He was the most adorable person I had ever seen.
Finally, Sam sighed and then started to lean away from me. Reluctanly, I let go of him and opened my eyes. When I looked at him, he was looking down at the floor, his eyes still red from crying. His hands were clasped together on his legs and I yearned to hold onto one of them.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I took this chance and put my hand gently on his knee. He turned his head quickly and stared in awe at my hand. When he turned his head up to look at me, his eyes had started to water again and his bottom lip had started to quiver.
"Sam please. I don't like to see you cry. You can tell me what's going on. I owe you anything you want. You saved my life..."
I didn't know what else to say. I moved my hand up his leg and found his hand. To my surprise, he let me hold his hand in mine, so I brought up my other hand and wrapped mine in his. He squooze my hand tightly and I looked down at our hands together, smiling slightly at how right this felt. I frowned again when I saw a tear drop splash on the back of my hand.
"Oh, Sam," I pulled him up and stood up and then wrapped my arms around him to hug him.
"Do you want to go somewhere else to talk? We can go to my place. Or there's a park across the street. Or we can just hang out if you don't want to talk but please Sam, stop crying. It pains me to no end to see you cry and not be able to do anything about it!"
I heard a mumbling coming from my chest and I looked down.
"What'd you say?"
He hesitated and looked down at his feet again. "I said there is someting you could do..."
I smiled, willing to do anything for him.
"And what would that be?"
He waited a long moment, then took a deep breath and looked up at me.
"Kiss me," he whispered, releasing his breath.
I looked confused for a moment, then it hit me. Why he didn't want to freak me out. Why people usually didn't like him. Why he was so happy holding my hand...
I leaned my head down to his and pressed my lips to his.I wrapped my arms around him and brought him closer to me, only kissing him lightly. At first, his body was rigid, but soon his lips responded to mine and he relaxed and placed his hands on my hips.
I pulled back and grinned.
"Better now?"
He smiled and wiped his eyes, which were no longer red, and nodded.
"Can we go back to your place now?"
I laughed and grabbed his hand. "Ya, come on."