"Augh." Bob turns away from the window in disgust. He's so goddamn sick of snow, and now he has to walk home from school in a storm because his mom can't pick him up and only seniors are allowed to drive themselves--shit, this sucks.
He's about halfway home when another gust of wind smacks him in the face and he's just done. So he goes into the Starbucks even though he doesn't have the money to pay for a coffee right now. They won't throw him out in a storm, right?
There's only one more person in there; Bob recognizes Mikeyway from school and goes a little red. Mikey's nice. They talk sometimes. (Mikey's pretty much the only reason math is bearable.)
Mikey turns and sees him and smiles that half-smile of his, which. Yeah. Bob's a bit stupid about that smile.
"Hey," he manages.
Mikey nods and says something to the barista, and then he turns back to Bob.
"Hey," he says.
"Some storm, huh?" Bob hates himself. The weather?
"It's practically apocalyptical," Mikey says, and goes to get his drink. His drinks? Maybe he's started to mainline coffee now. No, he's holding one of them out to Bob, who takes it, surprised.
"Hot chocolate?" he says when he feels the smell.
"You looked cold," Mikey says, and goes a little red, too. And then it looks like he steels himself before leaning in and kissing Bob's cheek. "Also I just wanted to, you know."
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Date: 2010-12-02 07:15 pm (UTC)He's about halfway home when another gust of wind smacks him in the face and he's just done. So he goes into the Starbucks even though he doesn't have the money to pay for a coffee right now. They won't throw him out in a storm, right?
There's only one more person in there; Bob recognizes Mikeyway from school and goes a little red. Mikey's nice. They talk sometimes. (Mikey's pretty much the only reason math is bearable.)
Mikey turns and sees him and smiles that half-smile of his, which. Yeah. Bob's a bit stupid about that smile.
"Hey," he manages.
Mikey nods and says something to the barista, and then he turns back to Bob.
"Hey," he says.
"Some storm, huh?" Bob hates himself. The weather?
"It's practically apocalyptical," Mikey says, and goes to get his drink. His drinks? Maybe he's started to mainline coffee now. No, he's holding one of them out to Bob, who takes it, surprised.
"Hot chocolate?" he says when he feels the smell.
"You looked cold," Mikey says, and goes a little red, too. And then it looks like he steels himself before leaning in and kissing Bob's cheek. "Also I just wanted to, you know."
"Me too," Bob manages. "Me totally too."