Chapter 3
Juno was walking home, kicking a grey stone across the sidewalk. Every time he kicked it, his head imagined a different face on the stone.
"Stupid Rita. Stupid Cecil. Stupid-"
He watched a long, slender arm reach down and pick up the stone. Juno's eyes slowly looked up, and he saw, standing in front of him,
"Peter Nureyeav."
"I'm glad you remembered my name Juno."
"How the hell did you even find me?"
Peter simply threw back his head and laughed. It was a rich and hearty laugh, nothing but smiles and joy.
"It really wasn't that hard."
"Fine. What do you want? You want to beat me up? Go ahead."
Juno opened his arms wide, expecting a strong blow from such a strong boy. Instead, Peter tilted his head, eyes full of pity.
"Oh Juno. Not everyone hates you."
Juno laughed bitterly.
"I'd go as far as to say someone loves you."
A twinkle in his eyes, Peter walked to Juno's house. Juno didn't even question how he knew which house to go to, or even how he knew where the extra key was hidden. Once they were inside, Juno walked up the wooden stairs to his room, knowing Peter would be close behind. They entered the room, and Peter leaned in to Juno, who stood against the wall. They didn't question anything. In moments, they were holding each other, lips pressed tight and arms gripping even tighter. It could've been seconds later, or it could've been hours. How ever long it had been, it hadn't been enough for either of them. Even so, they both heard the downstairs door slam.
"You might want to be gone before my mom sees you."
With a knowing wink, Peter leaped out of the window. Juno didn't need to look below to know that he had landed safely.
That night, Juno was kept up in his small, rickety bed. He was kept up with the feeling of kissing, holding someone tight, and most of all, he was kept up by the scent of Peter Nureyeav that lingered in his bedroom.