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All I could think about was him.
God, he was handsome. Cute too, he was funny and smart and I was completely infatuated.
It was all his fault, really. I mean what kind of guy falls right into another guy’s arms? Especially mine. Sure, he was drunk, but kissing me afterward seemed unnecessary.
I didn’t know what to think of it all. I didn’t know I was-like this, and I tried to hate it, I really did. But there was no hating him, in that stupid Mickey shirt and torn-up jeans.
I admired him. He was better at stealing than I ever could be, his fingers were quick and he could sweet-talk a clerk while stealing a pack of cigarettes from right under their nose. He was funny, he always made me laugh even if I tried to hide it, and he was loyal to his friends.
It was rare we were alone, and when we were I would make some excuse to leave. Being around him, remembering his kiss when he didn’t, it was painful. I just wanted to be with him.
I don’t remember when it was exactly, the first time we stayed on the same night. The Curtis house was both of our landing spots, and we were alone one night, the Curtis brothers all asleep.
He let me take the couch. I protested vigorously, but he insisted and I eventually just lay down. There wasn’t much point arguing with him, he was stubborn. I loved that too.
I nearly fell asleep right away. The couch was so comfortable, I was so tired, it had been days since I had slept fully, never mind on something other than the ground. Two-bit seemed to notice.
“You alright there, Winston? Gettin’ enough sleep and such?”
I didn’t know how to answer, because it was no to both. I wasn’t okay, not at all, he was so close to me and yet I couldn’t talk to him about anything.
“As much as I can” I answered truthfully. I don’t know why that moment felt important, two outsiders staring up at the living room ceiling of the Curtis house.
I heard Two turn on his side, face towards me. I looked over at him. He was completely sober tonight, and I wondered if that meant everything was bad or everything was great.
“You sure you’re alright?” He pressed a little more. “You’ve just been acting strange-wanted to make sure you were alright…”
I don’t know why my heart jumped at the softness of his tone. It felt like I could tell him anything at that moment, even though I couldn’t. I stayed silent.
“Ever since that night we went out together over to Bucks..”
I felt my cheeks burn red, and my heart jumped again. What if he remembered. What if he knew, everything.
I wanted him to kiss me again. I pushed the thought away, almost violently. Swallowed, then spoke.
“I’m fine, really, Two.” Even my voice sounded unsure, I cursed myself for it.
“Okay….” Two’s voice trailed off. “Not to sound all-cheesy, or whatever, but you know you can talk to me, right, Winston?”
No I can’t. No I can’t.
“Yeah” I choked out.
“Alright..G’night, Dal.”
My fists clenched by my sides as he said my name.
“Gnight, Two-bit.”