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"The floor hurts" "Yeah". Mason and Edgar were skipping in the platform in between two flights of stairs, with both their backs against the wall, looking forward, sitting on the hard concrete floor. Edgar was trying to make conversation with Mason, but he was lost in his own thoughts, a sad look in his eyes. "Mason?" "oh- um, what's up?" "are you okay?". Mason stares at Edgar before his eyes started welling up. "I just, I can't live like this anymore!" Mason chokes out, tears falling down his face. Edgar doesn't say anything, but Mason knows he's safe, they dont need to use words. "I just, would do anything to be straight! God, if someone found out my life would be over!" Tears are rolling off his cheeks, into his mouth and on the floor. Mason hadn't realized it, but Edgars hand had moved on top of his. His natural instinct was to jerk it back to the safety of his own lap. He knows him and Edgar shouldn't hold hands, but Edgars hand is so warm. "I just hate this stupid place and I just want to get to college already and never see my stupid family again! I've been told my whole life people like me go to hell!" "Mason-" "And Im disgusting and-" before neither boy knows it, Edgar has closed the space between them and kisses Mason softly on the lips. Mason is frozen, and Edgar realizes what he's just done. "Im so sorry Mason, I wasn't thinking, I know you probably don't want to see me again" Edgars voice is cracking and tears start to hang off his long eyelashes. He starts to walk away towards the stairs to go cry in the bathroom and before he can reach the first step, Mason grabs Edgars shoulder and he turns his head to face Mason. Mason almost forgets to kiss him because he immediately sees the glow of Edgars tear soaked eyelashes. Mason throws his arms around Edgars head and kisses him, in a real, long kiss. All those years of guilt and shame were washed away in that perfect kiss, for how could this be wrong?. Edgar wraps his arms around Mason's waist and pulls him towards him. Their lips move in sync with eachother, Edgars bottom lips in between Mason's upper and bottom lip. They move against a wall, Edgar's back against the hard, red brick, with Mason all against his body. "Mason! We're going to get caught!" Edgar says in a whisper that is also somehow loud at the same time. "Okay! Okay! Let me just look at your face." Edgar had on the biggest grin Mason had seen on him in a long time. Mason pits his hands on the other boys face, using his thumbs to wipe off the tears that were left on Edgars face. Mason runs gis thumbs over Edgars warm, brown skin, tracing his cheekbones, then finally colapsing into Edgars chest. Edgar puts one of his arms around Mason's back, and rubs his other hand through Mason's fluffy, blonde hair. He twists Mason's hair around his fingers before moving his hand's to his back and tracing shapes on his black Nike athletic T-shirt. Both of the boys could stay like that forever, but, Edgar snaps back to reality. "Seriously, we're gonna get caught" Edgar whispers into Mason's ear. "Come on, I've waited forever for this." Edgar starts to chuckle a little, but then the bell rings and they can here the crowds approaching them. They jump apart. "Come to my house after baseball practice?" "I wouldn't want anything else."