I walked up to the door of Chic's house after parking on the curb in front of his house. I was beyond nervous, and I was on the verge of a meltdown. I kept asking myself a million questions. Was I over dressed? Was I under dressed? Would I like Chic? Would Chic like me? Was he even gay? I didn't have time to even begin to answer any of my questions, when the door in front of me opened.

I saw Chic standing in the doorway. He was wearing nice jeans and a short sleeve black dress shirt. His brown hair was down, and he had taken off all of his jewelry, including his bracelet. Then there was his makeup, that looked very nice. He had used mascara, and curled his eyelashes, he also used some black eyeliner that created very nice wings, he used a little bit of blush on his cheeks that made them pink, to top it all off, he had used a thin layer of deep red lipstick that made him look very kissable.  

I found myself staring in awe at the beautiful boy in front of me. He looked so nice, and cool, and relaxed, and I wished I could be like that. Chic smiled at me when he answered the door, and then his smile turned into a smirk when he caught me staring. A blush creeped onto my cheeks at the knowledge that I didn't look nearly as good as Chic, I would be having dinner with someone who looked as good as Chic, and that he was fully aware of my awkward staring.

"Uh, h-hi." I waved awkwardly.

"Hey." Chic chuckled.

"Y-you look, really good." I said, gesturing to Chic.

"You look very nice too."

"Not nearly as good as you."

"Thanks."

"You ready to go?" I asked, pointing awkwardly back at my car. 

"Yeah. Let's go." Chic said, but instead of walking to my car, he walked to the back of his house.

Instead of questioning him, like I wanted to, I followed him. We walked over to a nice shed, and I followed him inside. I wasn't expecting to find a motorcycle, but I couldn't honestly say that I was surprised when Chic insisted on us taking it to our dinner.  

Dinner with Chic was very nice. We went to a nicer restaurant, but it wasn't too nice, so I didn't feel underdressed. We talked, and laughed, and just got to know each other more. I had a lot of fun, and, honestly, going out with Chic really helped me take my mind off of Jude. It was a welcomed break from all of my worrying and anxiety about Jude being over seas. 

When the night was over, Chic took us back to his house. I walked him to his front door, like one does on a first date, and we kind of just stood there in silence. I shuffled awkwardly, and Chic just watched me. 

"I had a nice time." He eventually said.

"Yeah, I did too." I responded, still shuffling awkwardly.

"Can we do this again sometime?" 

"Yeah, of course. You have my number, and I have yours. We can definitely work something out." 

Just then, Chic kissed me. I couldn't feel anything other than his lips pressed against mine, and his hand that was traveling up my arm.  I felt his fingers intertwined with my curly hair as he continued his seemingly hungry kiss. I kissed him back, and held onto both of his arms. The kiss lasted a while, and I couldn't think of anything at all. It was amazing, and it wasn't lustful or provocative, but it wasn't a clean, cartoon kind of kiss either. 

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"So, how was your date?" Mandie asked me. Her and I were in Jude and I's dorm. I was laying upside down on my bed with my head hanging off the edge, and Mandie was sitting on my bed next to me. 

"It was fun." I answered vaguely.

"Are you guys going to go on a second date?"

"I hope so."

"Do you think he likes you too."

"Well, he kissed me, so...I think it's safe to say that he does."

"Yay! I can't wait to tell Jude!" At this, I sat up.

"No! I-I want to tell him. Oh god. What if he's mad at me? What if he'll hate me? What if he'll decide to stay there where he's happy because he doesn't want to come back if I'm with someone else? What if he never comes back anyway because he hates me, and he loves being away from me? What if...what if...what if...oh man." I started to hyperventilate, tears streaming down my face as the anxiety attack began. 

I pulled my knees up to my chest and backed myself into the corner of my bed. I tried to back away further, but the corner of the walls stopped me. Suddenly, the dorm room seemed far too small, and my breathing quickened as Mandie scooted a little closer, worry written all over her face.

"Brian. Calm down. It's ok." Mandie said. She reached out to place a comforting hand on my knee, but the second she touched me, I jumped up and bolted.

I launched out of the door into the corridor, and slammed into wall across the way. I heard Mandie follow after me, but I didn't stop as I ran down the corridor, ignoring Mandie's calls. I was stumbling along the way, my vision blurred by the tears that built up in my eyes. I found myself running outside of  the building entirely as I was greeted by fresh air and bright sun. I kept running.

I didn't have the slightest clue as to where I was going, but I didn't stop running until I tripped and fell. I slid across some asphalt. I landed right on my face and slid a good distance. I could feel the skin on my face, hands, and knees scrape and tear. I kind of regretted wearing shorts that day as I just lay in the middle of the sidewalk, sobbing for various reasons at that point.