Chapter 6

Eh, finals week is approaching, so my story will probably not come out as often, but after finals week, I get a whole week off, so I'll upload a lot more chapters hopefully. Please enjoy the story!!! :)

P.S. Make out scene towards the end, but it may be a bit rushed nor well written, sorry in advance if it sucks, I'm just writing what I think I would feel when i kiss someone and from what I've read before during a first kiss.  Not that I've ever gone to a party or kissed anyone....Meh.... One again, enjoy! :)

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Chapter 6: Kent's POV, Friday night after the swim meet

“Good job, Kent,” Coach said to me as he clapped a hand on my shoulder.

“Thank you,” I said with a faint smile.

Coach nodded, and then walked off to the judges to thank for them for something, although I wasn't really sure what that could be....

“Kent!” I turned to see Tyler Robinson calling my name.

I turned to see him walking up to me, his dark green eyes full of light...what an oxymoron. Anyway, I was surprised he was talking to me; he was really popular and was part of the party scene, so I guess that I never had a need to talk to him. However, there was one thing about him that I liked besides his model good looks which included his creamy skin, soft, full lips, dark green eyes which stood out against his black hair. His abs and biceps weren't bad either. Tyler was openly gay to only the swim team, so that made me a bit happier for sure.

“Yeah?” I started walking to the locker room with Tyler hot on my heels.

“So first of all, I'd like to say that you did really well out there. Hell, you were probably the biggest reason why we won,” I was shocked; Tyler wasn't one for flattery, at least, not that I knew of until now. “So there's a party going on at Caitlin Castle's house, and I was wondering if you'd go with me?” He blushed a bit at the end. Did he know that I was on the same team as him? Oh, God, did I hope he did. I had developed a crush on him when he first joined the swim team, but managed to not let it affect me because I could claim that not dating Tyler would be good for the team. Now I couldn't even remember what that reason was.

I hesitated, was he really asking me out to a date, or just as a friend? Dammit, what's the harm in going with a really hot sex god like him? “Sure,” I said.

“Awesome,” Tyler was grabbing his bag and throwing on a shirt. “Why don't we both go to our own homes, change, and then I'll pick you in an hour. What do you think about that?”

“Sure,” I said with my excitement being almost tangible. I might finally get my first kiss! “See you in an hour,” I tried to say seductively, but I think I failed because Tyler just chuckled and nodded.

I'm so awkward....

-Paul's POV: at the Whitman's, before Kent goes to the party-

I was really happy that Mr. and Mrs. Whitman had a lot of markers, crayons, and colored pencils. I really liked coloring stuff, but what I liked even more was making stuff for my big brother. At the thought of him, I felt tears forming on the brink of my eyes. Come on, Paul, you're a big boy now, and big brother told you not to cry over him anymore, I tried to do that, but it was unsuccessful. Well, it was until I looked at the bracelet that he gave me before he left. I looked at it and smiled a bit to myself, knowing that he would always be there for me.

I then heard the door open even though I was on the second floor in my new room, which was in the back of the house, away from the front door.

I ran down stairs to see Kent in the entrance with really wet hair. I really liked Kent, he was like a big brother to me, although I don't think I could ever love him as much as Cole. But he did save me from daddy, so I really liked him too. He was really nice and he could help me with homework a lot more than Cole. He even asked me if I wanted something for dinner.

“No thank you, Kent,” I said as he set his bag down by the homework table.

“You really should eat something,” Kent looked disappointed in me, so I quickly said yes to please him; I didn't want him to be upset with me.

So I eventually settled on eating macaroni and cheese, which Kent had started to cook in the microwave while he ran upstairs and I heard the shower running from the bathroom.

As I sat alone on a large, leather couch, I thought about what my brother once told me as to why he was so protective and caring towards me. He told me that people who love each other care and protect each other and are willing to do anything for the people that they love. I knew that my brother would do those things, so he loved me. But the thing was, Cole seemed protective of Kent and he told me yesterday that he would do anything for Kent because he not only saved me from potential death, but also because he was a nice guy. That made sense I guess...but how did Kent feel about Cole?

I decided to make that my mission tonight, and then I could write a letter to my brother and have one of the high school students to give it to him, and since everyone knew my brother, that would be easy.

So when Kent came downstairs, I first of all noticed that he looked nice; a black button-up shirt with dark blue jeans and gray shoes. When he saw that I had eaten, he smiled at me, and I seized the opportunity for my question. “Hey Kent,” I began, trying to sound even more innocent that I looked, which is really hard when you're only eight years old. “Would you do anything to protect Cole and keep him happy?”

Kent's face turned a bright red color. “Uh,” Kent hesitated, did he not love Cole like I had thought? I guess he saw the look on my face and so he quickly blurted out his answer. “Of course I would. Your brother is a really nice guy, so sure,”

I nodded in approval of his answer. I always thought it was more than natural and normal for people of the same gender to love one another. 'Love is an undefinable feeling that can strike at any moment,' at least, that's what mommy and Cole told me.

-Kent's POV: Friday night, right before the party-

I still couldn't believe that Paul would ask me such a question. What was he planning? Cole told me that Paul was smart, but was he smart and keen enough to see my feelings for his brother? I hope not, because that would be totally embarrassing....

Another thing that bothered me was the set of daggers that Paul shot Tyler when he came to pick me up to go to Caitlin's party. I remember reading once in an article that children were the best judge of a person's character since they weren't influenced by anything except the person themselves. Although maybe it didn't apply to Paul because of his father so he struggles handling male adult figures, perhaps?

I shrugged off the idea as Tyler drove me to Caitlin's party, asking me the basic set of first-date questions, favorite place to hang out, hobbies, what is your favorite flavor ice cream, and all of the silly first-date awkwardness that I had so much experience with in my life, but it was still sweet nonetheless.

The party was already in full swing as we arrived, and to be frank, I was nervous as hell. I wasn't some social butterfly like some people that I knew, mainly being Tyler.

He led me into the house and got me a drink, it subtly sniffed it, hoping he hadn't done anything to it, but he wouldn't right? He's on the swim team, and he needs me for relays, right?

I took a sip and found it to be fruity with a hint of exotic flavor, it was quite nice really, I should find out what it was later and buy a few bottles or cans or whatever it actually came packaged as.

The music in the background had a loud thumping beat that allowed the dancing mobs of people to move freely. Tyler led me to an open spot in the crowd and started dancing to the beat, and urged me to join him in his dancing with his sexy, predatory eyes. I shrugged, what did I have to lose? It was a party, and a party was meant to be enjoyed right? Now, this is my first party in a few years, so I was getting a bit flustered when people kept running into me or couples that were making out were oblivious to the other which surrounded them. It was getting a bit uncomfortable until Tyler looked at me gently and placed his hands on my waist and smirked a bit at me.

It felt amazing to finally let go and experience what it was like to be a regular teenager for once, where you were just another person taking up space on the dance floor. I liked it. But I liked having Tyler's hands on my waist even more. He moved with me and I felt amazing, but I felt even more amazing when he slowly leaned into me and placed his perfect lips on mine. Now first of all, I'd like to say that time really slows down, if it hasn't already stopped, when you see your date moving in slowly, about to kiss you. And second of all, you really can see actual fireworks behind the person in the background. I loved every second of it though, and I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.

“I've been wanting to do that for a while now, ever since I met you on the swim team, actually,” Tyler confessed, scratching the back of his head modestly. I simply blushed as my response to his confession.

Tyler looked at me sweetly as he pulled me to the loveseat which had been pushed to the side to allow for the dance floor that occupied its previous space. Tyler sat down first, and then I sat down next to him and we kissed again. But this time, I could sense his hunger for me in his tantalizing dark green eyes.

I let my hands slide around his neck as Tyler pulled me close to him and slid his large hands on the small of my back. Our tongues were gently moving against each other, not too fast, nor too slow. It was simply fabulous. My hands slid down his chest, feeling his strength and his taut muscles underneath his thin polo shirt he had paired with dark blue, relaxed jeans and checkered Vans. I felt Tyler's warm hand snake up my back and around to the front of my body.

When we pulled away for air, I rested my head in the crook of his strong shoulders. Tyler proceeded to then stroke my hair gently as I asked him something.

“So does this mean we're boyfriend-boyfriend?” I turned my head to look into his dreamy eyes.

“Tell you what,” Tyler began as he took out a pen and wrote his cell phone number on my wrist. “How about I take you on an actual dinner date tomorrow and I'll let you decide then. Fair?” I nodded sheepishly as he handed me the pen to write my cell phone number on the palm of him hand.

We stayed for a little bit longer and we just talked about our interests and aspirations for the future.

When Tyler dropped me off at about eleven o'clock, I felt amazing. I waled into my home and was going straight to my room, until I heard a door creak open to see Paul sticking his head out of the doorway.

“Hi, Kent,” Paul said, walking towards me.

“Hey, Paul. Uh, aren't you supposed to be in bed now?” I imagined an eight year-old should be in bed by eleven thirty at night....

“I was asleep, but then I heard you come in and I woke up because I have strong hearing according to my big brother.”

“Well, let's get you back to your room and into bed, ok?” I asked, gently pushing him to his room. I entered the room as well to tuck him into bed, because I'd imagine that's something an eight year-old would like, especially one who's had a terrible childhood so far for the past few years.

“Kent?” Paul asked after I had tucked him into bed and kissed him on the forehead. I turned around and listened to his question. “Are you in love with anyone?”

I thought about it for a bit. Before tonight I would've said a bit, just because of my crush on Cole, but now, I had my first kiss with a really hot guy who I had kind of liked for a while...so was I really in love; did I really love him already, from only a bit of kissing and talking? We hadn't even been on a date yet, but that would be tomorrow.

I smiled as I said confidently, “Yes, I think I'm in love,”

Paul smiled, obviously satisfied with my answer, so I turned out the light and went to my room and slipped into my bed, content with the series of events that had unfurled toady. Who knew that I could go to bed alone and terrified of being alone forever and never even getting one boyfriend in my entire life one night, and have the next day filled with a first, kind of, date with a guy only possible before in my dreams.

Life was so surreal sometimes....

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Aww, Kent finally got his first kiss!!! But...what about Paul's brains and thought processes? Eh, I'll probably write tomorrow. Vote and comment, por favor.

-Michael