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“Al come back!” “Come back Allie!” “Aaaaaaaaaaal!” Alejandro ran away as quickly as his little legs would go. His parents had always told him that he should be kind to others and normally adults would praise how much of a gentleman he was already at his age. Considering what that group of girls was trying to do to him however he figured hiding was justified.
He’d come to Canada with his family on vacation though so far it had been a complete bust. His parents were still doing work even though they’d promised not to, and his brothers didn’t want to play with him. Instead of the spending time together like he’d hoped he was dumped at the resort’s kids club. One of the girls had begged him to join their game and before he knew it they were arguing amongst themselves about who got to be his wife and insisting he choose one of them to kiss. Gross!
Looking around desperately he noticed a couple of grownups stood chatting in the doorway to the playroom. With the girls still in hot pursuit he seized his moment, squeezing through the gap between the adult’s legs and escaping outside. After a few minutes he found himself running out of breath and, certain that he was no longer being chased, flopped down onto the grass.
For a while Alejandro just stared up into the sky watching the clouds until another little boy’s face came into view. He looked a lot different to the other boys back at home, the most notable difference of all being his bright green hair. As the boy noticed him and came over Alejandro got up from his spot on the ground.
When the two were face to face Alejandro asked, “What are you doing?” The boy pouted and folded his arms, “My parents tried making me go to some stupid kids club, but I got out. When one of the resort ladies took me to wash the paint out my hair I escaped! Now I can play outside til my mommy comes back.” He tilted his head curiously, “Why are you here?”
“I ran out while the grownups were talking. Those girls said I had to get married, they were gonna make me kiss them!” The other boy wrinkled his nose in disgust, “Eeeew! You can’t do that; everyone knows girls have cooties…” The two of them shuddered at the thought before wandering around the resort together.
As they explored the outside of the premises together (and tried to avoid bumping into any adults) Alejandro’s new friend turned to him, “I am never ever gonna have a girlfriend or a wife, I’m gonna live with my dog Petey instead.” Alejandro nodded, “Agreed. You’d have to be un gilipollas to want to kiss girls.” The other boy frowned, “What’s a heely poyass?” “I don’t really know but my brothers call each other that all the time so it’s gotta be bad.”
The two kept walking for a while, making jokes and having fun together when they almost bumped into a couple of resort staff. Hiding until they were sure the grownups had gone Alejandro turned to his friend, “What do we do now? We can’t hide forever…” The other boy sighed, “I guess we have to go back to the kids club; our parents will be back soon anyway.” He looked at Alejandro nervously, “What if those dumb girls try and marry you again?”
Alejandro thought for a moment, his eyes glancing around as he came up with a plan. Noticing the flowers dotted around on the grass he grinned and plucked one out, “We can get married instead! You can be my wife and then neither of us will have to kiss any yucky girls.” A soft blush settled on his friend’s cheeks as Alejandro held out the flower to him, “You wanna marry me?”
The other boy considered this for a few seconds before nodding enthusiastically, “I do!” Smiling gently at each other the green haired boy took the flower and the pair ran back inside, their fingers intertwined.
Duncan carelessly began tossing items into the cardboard box in front of him as he cleaned out his closet. Alejandro had told him countless times to make sure he finished packing before the moving truck arrived but of course he hadn’t listened. Why would he want to waste time sorting through old junk when he could make out with his boyfriend instead?
Footsteps echoed down the hallway as Alejandro approached his childhood bedroom, “I can’t believe you’re finally moving in with me, this is going to be- mierda! Duncan, only half your stuff is packed.” Sighing he knelt down and began emptying the drawers into the box, “You realise the sooner you get this done the sooner you get to live with me right?”
The delinquent rolled his eyes, “I know, I know… if there’s anything I can do to-” “We are not making out until this room is 100% packed up.” “Aw man…” Duncan pouted and carried on grabbing items off his shelves, glancing idly over at his boyfriend before shouting, “Be careful with that!” Alejandro startled and dropped the book he was holding, some of the pages flipping open on the floor.
Both men rushed to make sure the book was okay, Alejandro smoothing down one of the pages, “It’s alright cariño, see, there’s no damage.” The pair looked over the contents of the open page: a few ticket stubs, an embarrassing polaroid of Duncan and his brothers as toddlers, and a pressed flower. Alejandro’s brow creased, his finger softly tracing one of the petals, “Where’d you get this?”
To his surprise Duncan’s cheeks burned red, “Someone… special gave it to me when we were kids. I must’ve been 5 or 6? I guess it just felt like something I should hold onto.” Slowly Alejandro began laughing, much to Duncan’s confusion, “I take it I should start calling you my wife again huh?” Realisation finally setting in the two kissed each other softly, Duncan murmuring as they parted, “If you can find a ring maybe I’ll let you call me husband…”