Down by the Creek

A boy with golden hair atop a fair head, and sweet eyes. He was different, and nicknamed 'Tweek' for it. A few seats down, I found myself watching and wondering. When did I start having these feelings for that boy, anyway?

Was it just because? I don't know. But I had developed a habit of going to his house, sometimes too shy to knock for fear of confessing. I just wanted to see him all the time.

And maybe that was why, later that day, I found myself walking over to his home. Before I even really knew what I was doing, I was stepping up to the door and knocking. The door opened, and much to my dismay and yet still joy, I saw a smile light up that face of his. "Hey there, Craig." he said.

Inside, I pretty much melted. But outside, I managed to keep my cool. "Hey, Tweek." I managed a pretty monotone voice. "Wanna go play?"

He agreed, and the two of us ended up in his backyard. Because of his parents' concern, he wasn't often too far from home. It made sense to me, wanting to protect someone so precious. And it was while I was thinking on this that I found myself staring.

However, I didn't catch myself fast enough. "Craig?" Tweek asked me, "I don't have something on my face, do I?" Taking off his glove, he reached a hand up to check. I couldn't take it anymore. On an act of impulse I reached over and took his hand in mine.

Then, leaning over, I brushed his cheek with my lips. I was afraid to give anything more than a peck, and yet I wanted him to hear all of my feelings through even that simple gesture. It meant the world to me. And so I quickly removed myself, blushing but unable to look away.

I let go of Tweek's hand, and he put it back up to cover the now slightly warmer place on his cheek. His face went red too, but I didn't know what for. Was it embarrassment, or..? I hoped it was the other.

"Craig…" He said. I shut my eyes to await the inevitable. By his shocked-sounding tone, I was sure I had jumped the gun, and was really going to get it now. He continued, "I think you missed."

What? I didn't understand what he meant right away. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and saw not a disgusted face nor frightened expression, but that golden-haired boy, giving me a smile. I felt sort of like I didn't deserve it. But even so, I thought my little heart would burst right then and there.

In a moment I was smiling too. Taking off my glove, I felt a lot braver now. I held out my hand and he placed his in it. And we continued to play, but I didn't feel suffocated anymore.

And I was sooo happy.