My School Stories~ 7 Is It Okay?~

Flynn looked over at Storm. His eyes glisten in the fake LED light that brightened the room. Flynn softly closed his eyes as his lashes fluttered. He sighed in peace as he began to daydream about the two of them. His quickly averted his eyes up as the teacher, Mrs. Murphy, smacked the wooden cooking spoon on his hard desk. "Please pay attention in my cla.s.s, young man. You don't want the girl of your dreams to cook forever, do you?"

Flynn shook his head as he looked down, feeling ashamed of himself. "Sorry, Miss. I'll work on it." he whispered as he began to follow along with the lesson.

After cla.s.s, Storm walked over to him in the courtyard. Flynn was leaning against the new Sakura tree the school newly planted. "Hey, teach really caught you? What were you doin', man?" Flynn groaned as his once pale face turned a dark red. He tensed up and straightened his back. Storms eyes widen as he clenched his chest in laughter. "She caught you choking it?"

"No! G.o.d, no!"

"Then what?"

It took Flynn a couple of minutes. "I was thinking of someone. But, you can't tell anyone what I'm about to say."

Storm nods. He motions him to continue.

"I'm gay."

Storms face went ghostly white. He shook his head in disbelief. "Really, man?" Flynn nods. His gla.s.ses almost fall off. It turns around quickly. Storms face fills with joy and excitement. "Spill the tea, sister!" Storm exclaims as he mimes himself sipping a gla.s.s of tea. Flynn chuckled under his breath as he loosened up. "That's all I'm saying. You don't have to know. Plus, it'll ruin what we have."

Storm pushes him playfully. "C'mon, man. Tell me! I'm your brother. Maybe not blood, but at heart." Flynn shakes his head. Storm continues. "I can't. I mean, I can but," Storm cuts him off. "Man. I'm your man. Tell me." Flynn gives in. "Fine, but meet me at my house. I'll tell you then." Storm isn't happy with that answer. "How many times have I told you something? Told you anything that I was uncomfortable with? How many times have you cried on my shoulder," Storm gets cut off.

Flynn cups Storms cheeks in his palms. He locks lips with Storm as he gets on his tippy toes. Storm pulls away. He's stunned. Storm looks away as blush ran across his face faster than a marathon runner. "I thought I was supposed to make the first move." he wipes his bottom lip with the back of his hand. Flynn begs for forgiveness. He can't believe he just did that. Just as he did, Storm breaks off his words with a tender kiss. He gently wraps his arms around Flynn's waist as he pulls him closer. Flynn, surprised, follows along and places his palm gently on Storm's chest.