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Timmy shuffled through the stuffy hallway, fighting against the crowd to make it to his locker. The damn thing was riddled with shitty band stickers and dents from previous fights. Timmy input the lock’s code and found a pleasant surprise inside. On top of his notebook was a small piece of wrinkled paper.
“What’s this?” Timmy asked himself, opening the note carefully.
In scraggily handwriting, the letter reads “Met me in bath rom.”
Based off of the general shitty quality of the note, Timmy concluded it was probably from Kevin. He closed his locker and made his way to the bathroom–the one Kevin liked. And sure enough, there he was, leaning against the wall closest to the door while smoking a cigarette.
“Is this yours, Spencer?” Timmy said, holding up the note. Kevin nodded. “What did you want to-“ Kevin grabbed Timmy’s hand before he could finish and dragged him into the handicapped stall. Luckily for them, the bathroom was empty. Kevin dug into his decaying backpack and pulled out a few dried flowers and 6 CDS that he had probably stolen. Kevin quietly presented them to Timmy
”Are these.. for me?” Timmy asked. Kevin nodded. “These are really cool!” Timmy said, smiling. “I don’t know what to say…” Kevin told Timmy he could start by thanking him. “Thanks, Spencer. Cmere, I have a gift for you too.” Kevin leaned in, his brow raised.
Timmy grabbed Kevin by the arms and pulled him in close, kissing him on the cheek. “Your hat makes this a little hard… hah..” Timmy said, still grabbing onto Kevin.
Kevin’s eyes widened, his usual blank expression fading. Kevin thanked Timmy for the kiss with a small smile. Timmy gasped. “You’re smiling!” He exclaimed quietly.
The bell rang
“Shit- we’re gonna be late. Come on let’s go.” Timmy said. He let go of Kevin and went for the stall door, but was pulled back by Kevin. Kevin told Timmy that they were skipping.
“Well what are we going to do in the meantime then?” Timmy asked. Kevin suggested they could kiss a little more now that they’re alone. “For a sociopath you can be kind of sweet, you know.” Timmy said.
Kevin let his cigarette fall onto the floor and kissed Timmy on the lips this time, which was a first for them. After all, they had only been “together” for a month, and everything was going extremely slow, on account of Kevin’s fear of intimacy.
Timmy figured he should speed things up before Kevin got bored, and pushed his tongue into Kevin’s mouth.
Kevin grabbed the back of Timmy’s head and yelped in surprise. Kevin’s tongue brushed against Timmy’s, which made Timmy moan. Even if Kevin was the worst thing Timmy had ever tasted, this made him get all hot.
He pushed Timmy onto a blank spot on the wall, stepping onto his fallen cigarette. Kevin pulled away, figuring he should try something else. He had seen this in a few “videos,” and figured Timmy would like it. Kevin bit Timmy’s neck hard, which made Timmy’s eyes widen.
“Holy frig-“ Timmy said in between breaths, “My mom will see, spen..Spencer.” Kevin nodded, and asked if he could bite his chest, so no one will find it but them. Timmy agreed, and allowed Kevin to slowly take off his shirt. He threw it onto the floor, and arched his neck to reach Timmy’s chest. He bit at the skin on his collar bones, making sure to be gentle.
Kevin paused suddenly, pulling away from Timmy once more. “Hey, why’d you stop?” He asked, wiping his lips. Kevin could hear a rattling from outside. The bathroom door opened, and a group of at most three people walked in. Kevin covered Timmy’s mouth. A pit started to form in Kevin’s stomach. The group talked about a pop quiz in history, and the sound of unzipping could be heard.
Timmys brows furrowed and he pulled Kevin’s hand off of his mouth. “Chill out-” Timmy whispered, but was cut off by Kevin putting his hand over Timmy’s mouth again. Kevins hand was shaking.
“Hey what the- does that stall have two sets of feet in it?” One of the boys in the group asked. “Holy shit it does!” One of them responded.
One of the boys zipped his pants up and made his way to their stall. “Who’s in there?” He asked.
Timmy and Kevin stayed silent. Kevin didn’t dare to move.
“Which one’s the girl?” “The one with the purple chucks, probably. Lilly has a pair just like that.”
Timmy grumbled at that.
The boy peered into the stall, and gasped loudly. “It’s Kevin Spencer and Timmy M!– And Timmy has his shirt off!” He exclaimed. The group started laughing. “I knew Timmy was a Gaylord, but fuckin Kevin?” One of them said.
Kevin let go of Timmy and turned to try and fight them, which was quickly shut down. Timmy grabbed Kevin from underneath his arms and tried to keep him away from the door. “They’re not worth it, Kevin. Jesus Christ- stop it!” Timmy exclaimed, struggling to keep him back.
“Yeah, keep your fuckin dog under control!” The boy against the stall exclaimed with a laugh. “Come on, we gotta tell the team about this!” One of the boys said, which prompted them all to leave.
”Eugh, they didn’t even wash their hands.” Timmy said. He looked at Kevin with worry. “Hey, are you-“
Kevin asked Timmy why he couldn’t have just stayed quiet.
“It- I just-“ Kevin pushed Timmy off of him and quietly leaned against the door, blankly staring at the floor.
”listen, this is just going to be another rumor–it will blow over, believe me. Besides, This was gonna happen sooner or later.” Timmy said with a sigh.
“We can still-“ Timmy tried to say, but was cut off again. He told Timmy that he shouldn’t like this. Neither of them should. Kevin turned to leave, but Timmy grabbed his wrist again.
Kevin told Timmy to get the fuck off of him and to leave him alone already. Timmy’s lip shook, but he obliged. Kevin stumbled out of the bathroom with a bitterness and left Timmy alone.
“Fuck.” Timmy muttered under his breath. “This always fucking happens…” He sighed, and tried his best to pull himself together. He put his shirt back on, stuffed his gifts into his bag, and held onto Kevin’s bag as well. He made his way outside, and jumped the fence. Timmy figured he should just go home.
Timmy tapped his foot nervously, rubbing his neck. He hoped the choker would be thick enough to hide the mark. He sighed and leaned back in his chair.
Should he even try? Even if Kevin was online, it’s very unlikely that he would answer.
Timmy forced himself to push forward, and started instant messaging Kevin.
XxBlood_FngxX: Hey, are you there? :(
XxBlood_FngxX: Sorry about well… everything lolz
XxBlood_FngxX: You’re a good kisser ;)
XxBlood_FngxX: I’m sure no one will believe them anyways. Jus stupid jocks
XxBlood_FngxX: U there?
no response. It was worth a try…
Timmy dug into his bag, observing his gifts once more. He placed the flowers in a vase, and put the cds on his desk. He picked up one that was unlike the rest–It looked like something Kevin made himself, with drawn on cover art. He popped it into his player and laid on the floor, staring blankly at the wall.
Timmy recognized the first song immediately- it was one of his favorites. “Good good things” by Decendents– it was the song that was playing when Kevin and Timmy had their first kiss.
“God, it just had to go downhill. Stupid cocksucking jarheads!” Timmy exclaimed, gritting his teeth. “I hate my life.”
Timmy could hear a car pull into the driveway. “God damnit…” he said. He could hear his mother getting closer and closer.
She opened the door. “Timmy I got a call from the school today. Would you like to explain why you weren’t there?” She asked. “Something happened…” he said, standing up. “Well, don’t think you’re getting off Scott free! Your education is important, Timmothy. You’re grounded for a week!” She continued. “Yeah, whatever. I don’t care.” Timmy replied. “Don’t give me additive young man– and what’s that on your neck?” Timmy’s eyes widened. “Wouldn’t you like to know! Buzz off and leave me alone already you dried up hag.” His mother gasped. “Why I never!” She stormed out of the room dramatically.
Timmy’s life had never been worse. It had been an entire week and Kevin hadn’t shown up to school, messaged Timmy back, or even lurked in his usual spots. It was complete and utter radio silence, and it really did hurt-not to even mention all the teasing from his peers. So, Timmy decided to just bite the bullet and try and make the first move.
He stood outside on the Spencer’s dried out lawn, and tried to decide the best plan of attack. He could look in the shed for a ladder, or maybe climb the tree? Or– and here’s a thought– he could knock like a normal person. Timmy took a deep breath, and knocked on the rickety door.
”Answer the fuckin door tubby!” Percy screamed. “Jezz, alright be patient for once in your pathetic life.” Annie said back. The rattling of beer bottles and cans could be heard, as well as heavy footsteps leading to the door, which swung open wildly.
”Oh, it’s the rich kid. Kevin’s up in his room.” Anastasia said, eyeing Timmy with a hatred. Timmy nodded and pushed past her, walking slowly up to Kevin’s room. Kevin was sitting facing the wall, with an empty liquor bottle in his hand.
“Hey, Spencer.” Timmy said, trying to seem collected. Kevin asked Timmy why the fuck he was in his room. “Because I got tired of waiting on you. You were gone for a week, Kevin. A fucking week of silence.”
Kevin finally turned around. Timmy immediately noticed he now had a black eye and a busted up lip. He felt the bitterness melt, if only for a moment. “who did this, Kevin?” Timmy asked wearily, walking to his bed. He put his hand on Kevin’s cheek, rubbing the tough skin softly.
Kevin enjoyed the touch. He wanted to melt into it, but he seemed to be reminded of something. He pushed Timmy away, shaking his head.
”what’s your problem?” Timmy asked, trying to not yell. Kevin told Timmy that his “problem” was that the entire fucking school knows about them and his reputation is ruined. Kevin was a lot of things– a sociopath, an alcoholic, and a liar– but being queer had to be the most disgusting of them. It was an affront to god, nature, and Kevin’s own family.
Timmys eye twitched. “How many times do I have to say this. Who gives a fuck what society thinks? Fuck god and fuck your family! What have they ever done for you, Kevin? I have toiled and labored to make this something good– something loving– and all you do is push me away. What even are we?” Timmy said emphatically, bordering on yelling.
Kevin said they were friends. “Friends don’t makeout with each other, Spencer. I literally have had your saliva in my mouth you idiot.”
Kevin asked Timmy why he didn’t just leave already if he was so difficult. “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, KEVIN! When are you going to get that through your thick fucking skull. I have loved you since the day we met.” Timmy finally said, his face turning red from anger. He huffed and clenched his fists tightly. The room went silent after that, and Kevin looked with surprise.
Timmy took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “Do you… do you love me too? Sometimes it feels like you only stay for my body.” He said, holding his arms. Kevin stayed quiet. Of course he did. The one time it really counted, he had nothing to say.
Timmy stood up off the bed. He shot Kevin a disappointed look one last time before walking away. His footsteps echoed through the still room, and he left Kevin staring blankly around the room, now holding a pillow for some sort of comfort.
It had been a few days after Timmy exploded. Kevin still skipped school, and tried to avoid him the best he could, but something told Kevin he couldn’t ignore his problems any longer.
This was probably because the liquor ran out, and he wasn’t in the mood for stealing any. Weirdly enough, this made him realize that he missed Timmy.
So, there he was. He stood on the Mcnaughtons lawn with determination and he held a handful of pebbles, playing with the cold stones nervously. He had seen this in multiple movies, so it was bound to work.
He threw the first. No response
He threw the second. No response
He threw the third. The window finally opened. “What is that- oh. It’s you.” Timmy said, frowning. “What do you want?” Kevin said he wanted one more chance. “Fine. Climb on up here.” Timmy instructed. Kevin followed, and he pulled himself up.
Kevin sat down on Timmy’s bed awkwardly. “Well?” Timmy said, impatiently. He crossed his arms and stared Kevin down.
Kevin told Timmy that one of the kids from the bathroom beat him up. Timmy avoided eye contact– if he looked directly at Kevin’s injuries he would fold immediately.
Kevin asked if they could be friends with benefits. He admitted he liked Timmy-really liked him, but no one else needed to know that. “No. You can stay in the closet if you want but I’m not going to pretend. I am so tired of sneaking around. You only hold me at night or when we’re alone– and I don’t know if I could bear to call you my friend when we can be much more…” Timmy said, his lip shaking again.
Kevin said he was sorry. He was sorry that he made Timmy feel used, and he explained he didn’t really think love was anything more than just intimacy, on account of his parent’s “love.” Timmy’s eyes widened. “What do you just say?” Kevin repeated himself. “…Im still mad at you, even if I don’t want to be.” Timmy finally looked at Kevin. His cloudy blue eyes were glossy and filled with melancholy. “What if we were… boyfriends?” Timmy asked hesitantly. “I could show you what real love is like.”
Kevin asked if that would make him fruity. “Fucking obviously, you goof. If it’s any consolation though, we’d be ‘fruity’ together…” Timmy said hopefully. Kevin took a deep breath and got up off of bed and made his way to Timmy, which made him a little nervous.
He grabbed Timmy and pulled him into a hug. Kevin said that he would really like that. He was ok being the gay kid if it meant Timmy would be by his side. Kevin asked him if he would really stay with him. The blonde nodded. “No matter what.” He said, hugging Kevin back.