Empty words

I stomped down the street of my neighbourhood,a scowl plastered on my face.
Where the hell did Tim get off interrogating me like that? If I had done that to him I wouldn't be alive at this moment.

"Hey!" I heard a familiar voice hiss in my direction.

I turned my head,fear clawing at my insides.

"Carl!" I hissed back,walking towards the abandoned ally way

"What are you doing,what if someone sees us?" I panicked

He ignored me, an apologetic look on his face, a look I had seen many times.

He awkwardly tried to smile at me.

"Hey man," he started, " sorry about last night, I just got really drunk and well you know how it is,"

I nodded my head even though I felt like screaming at him and running away. It was the same song and dance every damn day and I was getting sick of it, however as much as I hated to admit it, I was scared. Scared to say anything.

It's not that deep really, deep down he loves me,I know he does.

"Well then now that that's sorted," he began, a familiar twinkle in his eye, " how about we have a little fun of our own?"

He didn't wait for my answer, instead he pushed me against the dirty brick wall smashing his lips against mine.

Not knowing what to do I awkwardly kissed back, feeling like I was gonna be sick.

I just prayed that no one walked past us and saw what we were doing. Carl was a well respected member of the gang and I didn't want to be the reason he was looked down on.

I mean don't get me wrong people don't really give a shit about people being gay but I'm pretty sure it was disrespectful in some sort of way to fucking sleep with your leaders younger brother.

He moaned against me and I had finally had enough. I pushed him off of me, gasping for air.

"What the hell?!" He exclaimed angrily, grabbing my wrist sending all sorts of pain shooting up my arm.

"I'm sorry!" I managed to gasp out," I just-,"

"Save it," he scowled at me, starting to walk away.

And for some fucking reason I ran up to him, feeling the need to make him happy again.

"Wait!" I yelled," what if I make it up to you?"

He turned around,interest showing on his normally moody face.

"Make it up to me how exactly?" He asked.

I desperately searched my mind for an answer until one suddenly came to mind and all of a sudden,without thinking,I yelled out

"I could stay over tonight at yours?" I suggested feeling dread pool up at my stupid decision.

He frowned," won't Tim be suspicious?" He asked.

"Nah," I rushed out, " I'll make up some excuse tomorrow,"

He smiled at me leaning closer.

"You have got yourself a deal,pretty boy,"