Again?

Yep. I'm posting another one. I only have one more after this, I think. This one's pretty short though, I think. Yay! :) (also the language is decidedly less friendly at a couple points, I think, but not terrible)

“It's just...Those eyes of his!” I shout to my best friend, Beckett. He blinks at me from behind a Game Informer as I continue my tirade, “They're just big blue pools of staring! Every time I see them, it's like ahhhhh! They stare right through me like I'm nothing! It's infuriating!” Beck raises his eyes to glance at me for a moment before looking back at his—my—magazine as if I didn't say anything. “Well?” I demand.

“Well what?” he asks, looking disinterested.

“Well, do you have any thoughts on the matter? Aren't his eyes infuriating to you?” I shout and he blinks and shakes his head. “Why not!?” I demand, waving my arms around in frustration.

“I'm not homosexual,” he states very calmly and I'm simply shocked. Nay, scratch that, I am appalled! I am shocked and appalled! Before I get a word in edgewise, though, my stupid “best friend” continues on his, “I think you're gay” sermon, (which is new BTW), “Dude. It's no big deal that you're gay. I mean, it's the 20^th...” Beck notices his mistake and stops his sentence. It's a quirk of his I guess that he starts over at the beginning of the sentence, “I mean it's the 21^st century, if you're into dudes you should be happy. Proud that you're different than all us normal saps. Well...,” he trails off and glances at himself, before continuing, “Normal is subjective, really. In any case, to come off as homophobic wouldn't be good for my image, you see. So if you're into dudes that's totally cool. I mean, if I was all homophobic about it, wouldn't that raise suspicion and make the ladies secretly think my homophobia was a thin veil for my own homosexuality—?”

I cut him off because I have had enough! “I am not gay!” I am angry though! To accuse me, in my manly toughness, of being gay! That's just insanity. “If I were gay, I think I would know it!”

“Nahhh,” Beck dismisses, “haven't you ever heard of where a dude doesn't realize it until college? I know I watched Will and Grace, why didn't you?”

I just glare at him. I don't know what to say to him, but I do know that I am not gay. “You're such an annoying stupid...ARGH! Just leave my house right now!” He blinks at me, then back to my magazine that he'd been reading and repeats. Standing from my bed, he keeps the magazine and tucks it away like it's his.

“Give me that!” I shout, snatching my magazine back from him. “I mean, really. First you call me gay, then you try to steal my magazine. You are just deplorable!”

“I taught you that word!” he insists as I begin pushing him out the door. Stupid annoying dickhead. Once the nuisance is gone I settle in on my bed to read my magazine that he contaminated with his “it's OK to be gay” germs. As if I would suddenly just be all gay and shit. That's just ridiculous and I don't know why he thought it. I mean, the things I was saying were true! As for the guy I was talking about, that would be Leo Orion. His name, much like him, is just terrible. Not like my name, Aiden Farley, which is much cooler. Because everything about me is cooler than him. Especially my eyes, which don't spend any amount of their time annoying other people. I'm serious when I say that every time I look into his eyes something inside me goes off and I feel this weird infuriated feeling. In any case, I have a lot of other stuff to do, so I'll just get to that. I get to my homework, chores, whatever else I feel like doing...

Before I know it, it's night. Though I know it's night, my brain can't really focus on much other than Leo. It's really becoming a problem for me, because I feel so infuriated. It keeps me up for hours, as it has previous nights. In fact, pretty much all of my nights for the past few weeks have been this way. It's a wonder I haven't passed out from sleep depravity but I guess since I'm so tough it doesn't matter. I'm finally nearly asleep at three or four. Then, as often happens, it's morning in a flash. I get up and brush my teeth, and though I have PE first period and I don't know why I bother, shower. So then I get dressed, and since I'm completely straight don't fret meaninglessly in the mirror over my appearance. I'm wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a band logo on it and I feel fine. I walk up the steps from my nice little basement room, but I hear my mom squawking about something and catch the time, which causes me to sprint the way to my car, and, as is often the case when I'm running late, speed all the way to school. I arrive just in time to sort of sneak in to the locker rooms a little late and quickly shed my clothes in lieu of some more PE appropriate clothes. I like PE. It lets me get out some of that pent up energy my mom always complains I have, and I get to win things. I do so enjoy winning. Especially when I'm on a separate team from stupid Leo Orion. Beck doesn't take PE, because he's a whiny little whiny face who doesn't like exercise, but that's just stupid and we both know it.

Today we're playing basketball, which is just a delight for me, since in all modesty...I rock basketball. I rock it so hard it begs for more. The teacher begins splitting up the teams into four so we can switch off and have different teams verse each other and give everyone more opportunity to play. I hope I'm on a different team than Leo, of course, so I can kick his sorry ass and show him what's what. Except all of a sudden I see him looking at me with those eyes of his...And suddenly I've missed what team I'm on. I sorta glance around and try to to count out the numbers as people walk off to their separate sides of the court and end up joining the smallest team. No one questions me and I'm thankful for that.

The first team we have to face is Leo's, which makes me ever so delighted. I have this uncontrollable urge to show him how great at basketball I am and that even though he's on the basketball team I'm still better than him. The game starts with a toss up between the two of us, and he looks into my eyes again. Suddenly a girl on my team is whining at me that I should try at least a little defense instead of standing there like a zombie. It's those eyes of his! They have me under some sort of magical evil paralyzing spell! They're just so blue...And they're looking at me again! Argh! I can't look away! As if by magic I'm aware there's a ball by my feet and I reach down to pick it up, but Leo is right in front of me, so naturally I can't move and I just drop the ball. He looks sort of concerned, actually, and I see his hands form that familiar t shape signaling time out.

“I think Aiden's sick!” he shouts to the teacher, “I'm going to walk him to the nurse, all right coach?” The teacher nods and I try to protest, to tell the teacher I'm not sick I'm merely under Leo's evil spell of evil, but I can't really say anything and then somehow my feet are moving. And my hand feels weirdly warm in a good way, but I can't see anything other than the back of Leo's head, where he keeps his eyes. All too late I understand this must be a trap! I turn to run away, but he catches me with his eyes and I stop in my tracks. “Dude, you all right? PE's not the same without you shouting things at me like we're the bitterest rivals in the world.” I'm aware, then, that we've started walking again. Is this right? Are we going in the direction of the nurse? I don't know anymore, my head is all confused and my stomach is having a panic attack or something!

“Aiden!” I can hear, but the world is just too fuzzy and I feel an unfamiliar happiness that I think means I'm dying. Too bad. I'm going to die without ever getting to see that movie...It comes out in just a week...Now Leo is definitely concerned. Worried, even. I'm not sure what words he's saying, because he's looking in my eyes and his eyes are all I can see. “Don't faint, seriously! We're almost there!”

Now the nurse is rushing over to me and I sorta get a muddled sense she's saying something about how pale I look, and I end up in a comfy little bed before I can protest that Leo is the cause of this. I didn't even realize I was tired, but I'm out before I know it.

I wake up to the very cause of this whole thing right in front of my face. “Oh!” Leo declares, “You're up!” he smiles at me and it makes me annoyed. “I was worried. The nurse said you're probably just exhausted. She's worried you haven't been sleeping enough. Do you not sleep enough?”

I just stare at him, because while I sorta get what he's saying, the words still sorta don't mean much of anything at all to me. “It's...it's your eyes!” I shout at him then, because I can't think of anything else to say.

“My eyes...?” he mumbles. I don't think he understands, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about anymore. I have a headache and I just want to go back to sleep. My eyes drift back shut, but stupid face speaks again.

“Hey, don't fall back to sleep! Your parents are going to come pick you up and you should be awake when they come,” he says, and I glare at him.

“How long?” I ask, and he tilts his head to the side.

“How long what? Have you been here? About three hours. I got your stuff from PE. I've been checking in on you every period.”

“No,” I reply. Whatever he's talking about. “How long have you had me under your evil eye spell you witchy wizardy person?”

“What?” he says, and laughs like I'm joking. I'm not joking. “I have you under a spell? Is that what this is all about?” I nod silently, and he laughs again. “Oh Aiden...I think the spell is mutual.” I don't get that because I'm definitely not a witchy wizardy person and I'm too tired to care so I roll over away from him and shut my eyes again. He's quiet for a while so I almost return to a peaceful sleep, but then he talks again and I just want to punch him, “Hey. That new movie came out the other day. Why don't the two of us go see it together?”

“What are you doin?” I ask, mumbling into my pillow, “Hitting on me?”

“I was actually asking you out,” he says. And then there is just nothing in my brain. Surely he can't mean that. Maybe I misheard him. Maybe I'm dreaming. I don't know, but I'm so completely tired. I can't think of anything to say in reply because I don't know what's happening anymore.

Once again, Leo stops me just before I get back to sleep. This time he's pulling on me to turn me back toward him, and he's just so close to me. I open my eyes and his are mere inches from mine. My breath catches in my throat as something strange tells me his eyes are really more beautiful than infuriating. His face, too, is handsome, not annoying or stupid. As I glance down I see the curves of his muscles and can't help but think his body is nothing other than attractive. So I do what makes sense right now, and I kiss him. Because I'm supposed to, right?

Something inside of me changes as I feel him kiss me back and I feel a really strange elation. I don't know what's happening, seriously, but it's hard for me to complain when I feel so good. He moves around so we're at better angles and pulls me closer to him. His hands are tangled in my hair and on my back, and as we separate his hand cups my face gently and my chest swells with some sort of affection. I grin at him, but then I remember I'm soooo sleepy. I pull away from him fairly quickly, look at him, and turn over. I'm so tired. He stays quiet again this time, but I feel something comforting on my hand that intertwines itself with it. I don't bother to look at my hand to investigate, because him being here feels right, right now. I feel my consciousness slipping as the world fades slowly to black.

When I wake up I'm being sort of hauled to the car by my parents who might be saying something about being more responsible with myself, but Leo's talking too. “I'll call you about that movie, OK?” I think I nod as I stumble into my parents' car with their help, and I'm out again for the car ride home. I wake up for a moment, only to stumble onto my couch and flop down with a groan.

Once I finally wake up and regain a full sense of what's going on, it's around six o'clock. Suddenly the whole encounter in the nurse's room comes back to me...Leo, how great his lips felt against mine, the feeling I had inside me when he looked at me so tenderly, how attracted to him I was...am...I think I owe Beck an apology.