Two White Knights

ok if you're homophobic don't read it...1

‘Come on!’ Chris shouted, linking arms with Jesse, grabbing the vodka bottle off the table. Jesse followed, almost stumbling over the chair beside him. They both staggered to the door, drunken smiles upon their faces, as they stepped out into the humid weather.2

There was a slight breeze in the air, the only sound heard for miles was their drunken songs and steps. They continued down the sidewalk, hand in hand, trying to stay stable.3

‘Row, row, row the boat gently down the streaamm…’ They yelled at the top of their voices.4

Chris flicked his curly blonde hair out of his tanned face, suddenly aware of how drunk he was, letting out a high pitched giggle. Jesse turned to him, giggling loudly too. They both turned, hearing a rustling noise. An old man was strolling behind them, his eyes narrowed, his hair thin but frizzy, his face wrinkled heavily.5

Momentarily they both began to run, their hands still locked together. They turned, sprinting into the park, and across the damp grass, stumbling over the holes in the mud. Out of breath, they stopped at the end of the field, collapsing onto the grass.6

‘I think we lost him,’ Chris whispered, his eyes peering as he took quick breaths.7

‘I think… I think he never had us, we’re like waayy too fast and stealth for him…’8

‘Yeah, you and me are like superman… or Spiderman, because I love him!’9

‘Yeah me too… but batman is like way better…’10

‘Is not!’11

‘Yes he is,’ Jesse said, standing up in pride, his hands on his bony hips.12

Chris stood too, moving into a kung-fu position, before Jesse, his hand stretched out, as he narrowed his eyes, a bright grin still remaining13

‘Hoooyaaaaaaaa!’ Jesse shouted, launching at his friend, only to miss and fall over. 14

‘Are you ok?’ Chris asked, bending down to Jesse’s side, as he crawled on the floor.15

‘I don’t feel so good…’16

Chris wrapped his arms around Jesse, and they both drunkenly lay on the wet grass, staring up at the glistening stars. 17

‘I love you Chris…’ Jesse whispered, his head gently rested on Chris’ chest.18

‘I love you too…’ Chris spoke softly, running his hands across Jesse’s back.19

‘Ow, my stomach hurts,’ Jesse mumbled childishly, his face screwed up.20

He suddenly rose, beginning to wretch, as sick poured over the green grass. He leant over, the yellow liquid splashing everywhere. Chris sat up, crouching beside Jesse, rubbing his back gently.21

‘It’s ok.’ 22

Jesse stopped, his eyes half closed, as he fell back into Chris’ arms. They sat for a second, as Jesse recovered a little, his hand linked with Chris’ as the stench of the sick floated into the air. Chris rose, helping Jesse up and onto his back. They walked the lonely journey home, the night time falling darker and darker. Jesse breathed heavily, his gaping mouth dribbling slightly onto Chris’ jumper, almost asleep on his shoulder. 23

**24

When they reached Chris’ house, he laid Jesse on the grass, reaching for his key and quietly unlocking the door. He turned, Jesse had gone.25

‘Fuck, Jesse where are you?’ he whispered, tip-toeing across the gravel driveway.26

But Jesse was nowhere to be seen on the road. Chris turned, seeing muddy footprints on the lawn, heading down the side path. 27

‘Jesse, where are you? Come back!’ he hissed.28

He walked down the side alley, towards the back garden. 29

‘Jesse this isn’t funny!’ he shouted, peering from side to side.30

He suddenly felt a hand on his arm, turning to be pinned up against the wall. Jesse placed a hand on Chris’ chin, kissing him passionately. Chris pulled Jesse closer, running his hand up his back, their lips locked, entwined by passion and a longing for one another. 31

‘Christopher?’ 32

‘Mum,’ Chris said, shocked, pushing Jesse away immediately, but it was too late, she’d seen, ‘what are you doing here?’ he asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. 33

‘I heard a noise and the door was open…’34

‘Oh sorry, we were just about to come in…’ he mumbled, lowering his head and walking to the door, Jesse in tow. 35

‘I think she’s mad,’ Jesse said cutely.36

‘Be quiet,’ Chris insisted, a slight anger in his face.37

They walked up the stairs, Chris pushing Jesse inside quickly, so he didn’t have to deal with another of his mother’s disappointed and shocked glances. He shut the door, as Jesse sat innocently on his bed, realising he had done something wrong.38

‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered.39

‘It’s fine, don’t worry,’ Chris said, letting out a sigh as he sat beside Jesse.40

‘Ok,’ Jesse said, placing his hand on Chris’ knee.41

Chris leant back, lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, wishing it was all a dream. Jesse lay beside him, wrapping his arm around Chris, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.42