Entanglement
The story of a red rose, a poem, and some peppermint candy.

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Longing for Entanglement

"I love you and," I interrupted, pulling him into my arms. "You have no idea how much I want you," I said into his ears and he whimpered.

"I have a general idea," he replied. He kissed the corner of my mouth and then my ear. I felt his fingers at my waist, sliding their way up behind the hem of my shirt and rubbing my stomach. I smiled at him and closed my eyes, taking in his sweet sent - like that of a red rose.

"You did this for me, didn't you?" I ask him. "This perfect moment. No interruptions, no distractions, no one but you and me." He wrapped his arms around my waist in a hug, and I followed suit. "Thank you," I whispered into his ear. The light in the room flickered, and the glow of the candles went in and out of focus. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, and his gentle hands wiped my face clean.

"What for?" He asked, releasing the embrace. I rolled my eyes and kissed him full on. Quick as a cat,I felt that my shirt was being tugged off of me.

"Slow down there cougar!" I exclaimed. He smiled, and attacked.

“Fuck off,” I screamed, looking into the eyes of some leather clad biker who thinks that he, out of everybody in the freaking mall, is better than some fag.

“Make me,” he snarled, tugging off his jacket. Underneath was a black tee-shirt bearing the text TOP OF THE WORLD. Of course he'd think that. I eyed his hand and noticed that he was wearing brass knuckles. Wonderful.

I looked at Sadie and she made a face. She mumbled something about saving the American Eagle bags and scurried off;our numerous purchases flailing behind her.

I grunted and I heard Mr. Straight-Biker-Man speak, “Ha, I see your girlfriend bailed on you. Guess you won't be getting a manicure after all.” He snickered, “queer ass.”

I gave him a smile, “Would you like a smile with the fucking service?”

“Huh?” He cocked his head to the side as my fist came soaring out of nowhere making contact with the side of his face. He wheezed, his face turning red quite quickly. I started hearing murmurs all around us. Of course people would notice...it is the middle of the food court. Subway behind me and Burger King in front - I felt metal make contact with my face.

“No fair,” I exclaimed, “You have health assistance. I mean you are growing old – alone.” I smiled as he charged after me, and I side-stepped him, letting the 200 pounds of brawn hit the cardboard cutout of the weird guy from the Subway commercials who talks about how healthy their subs are. What they really should be talking about is how health my sub is...

The guy got up and looked like he wanted to strangle the little kid who began crying. I saw him clench and unclench his fists.

“Why don't you run back to your little book circle and leave me and my kind alone!” I shoved out of his way, biting into the burger that was stuffed into the pocket of my rainbow PRIDE hoodie. I stalked out of the mall and saw Sadie leaning against the tree in the parking lot with a worried expression painted across her face.

When she saw me, her face lit up, “OH MY GOD! You're alive!” She hugged me, all of the bags hitting my back at once.

“Did you doubt me?” I grinned. I grabbed half of the bags that were now cluttering the ground. “C'mon, let's skat.”

“Yay! I was getting scared that that Leather Dude would follow soon.” I had forgotten about him in the two seconds it took me to exit the mall – I wasn't thinking about him, I was just pushing forward. Yeah, push forward – that's what Dilan used to say...

“Hah....” I was suddenly feeling rather tired. “Are you going to stay for dinner?” I asked.

“Um, who's cooking,” she replied reluctantly.

“Shakira,” I replied rolling the “irrra”.

“Why not, just let me call my mom.”

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In the fourteen years of my existence, I had never, and I repeat never, felt that tingling sensation in my stomach that goes down to my knees and makes them weak when I see a person. That is until I saw Kyle that morning after the dinner fiasco with Shakira and Sadie. I did not expect to see what I saw, and I definitely did not intend for Kyle to know that I saw him.

The morning after I fought off the stupid biker dude I woke up five seconds before the sound of my alarm. In those five seconds I wondered what Kyle was doing in that exact time and deduced that he was sleeping. I allowed myself to have a lingering smile for two seconds before my alarm went off – it's obnoxious ‘BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEP’ ringing through my bedroom, pulling me out of my trance.

I raced through what I did every morning that somewhere between getting ready, showering, and eating,I cut five minutes out of my normal schedule, five minutes that I would be spending at my bus stop staring out into the distance. This is the time that I realized that Kyle rode my bus.

I cannot believe that I have been such an idiot before, that I didn't even notice that the cutest boy in town rode my bus. I realized that Kyle rode my bus because shortly after I arrived I heard steps behind me. I looked around and noticed that Kyle and another boy were playing Mr. And Mr. Gag-worthy. They were holding each other like how I wanted to hold Kyle, and I could tell they didn't expect to see me at the stop. The marginally taller of the two (hint: not Kyle) kissed the marginally shorter of the two (hint: Kyle) and smiled at him, turning around and leaving him because (maybe this is just my imagination) he noticed that I was their looking at them with a blank stare in my eyes. Seeing Kyle closer to me than across the classroom made my stomach tingle, and I felt my knees get weak.

He smiled at me and sat down next to me on the curb, “Hey,” he muttered. I saw him shiver in the chilly morning. “Long time no talk.”

“Yeah...” I replied. I took off my excess hoodie (I usually wear two in the morning) and put it on his shoulders.

“Thanks.” He smiled at me and then knocked his body into mine – for a split second. “So what have you been doing lately. We haven't really communicated since like...sheesh, almost 4 years now.” He wrapped the hoodie closer to his body, “What mischief have you been getting into?”

“Well I beat up some biker at the mall because he was hating on us fags.” I grimaced at the memory and felt Kyle tense up next to me. “What?”

“N-nothing,” he replied, I saw a certain amount of fear wash through his eyes.

“You're scared that because you're gay, someone is going to give you trouble,” I said, “Aren't you?” I forgot that Kyle wasn't as headstrong as I was. He was weaker. Cuter. Gullible-er.

“I guess. I'm new to being bi,” he said. It's not that he really enunciated the word bi its just that that word in particular stood out to me. Because it was such a let down. But so good at the same time. “And I am scared that people will, be mean or something....”

“Kyle, people are always going to be mean to you – us - either way. It will just be less subtle if you’re out.” I shrugged it off, and I felt like I should look away from him and take a swig of something – coffee maybe, because that's what it seemed like what would happen in a movie. But I didn't, I just took in his beautiful features. Call me biased but he definitely is the most beautiful guy in this living world.

Just then, the school bus came to ruin my perfect moment. But that's OK, because it was time to push forward.

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I was planning for Jacob's musical tendencies to come out in this chapter, but it didn't fit in. But whatever. I hoped ya'll liked this update. Now press that awkwardly placed button below and review, then go to the drop down in the lower left corner where the review function used to be placed and favorite both me and this story.

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