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The Kiss
Part 2

“Get out!” He shouted at me with his hands pushing me away. I looked at him with awe and dumb founded by his actions. You know for a moment I felt he was gonna kiss me and the next minute boom! I was on the floor.

(Elvis stood and walked out of the house back to his.)

**Few days later**

I was still bothered about what happened, yet still crushing on him and I just couldn't stop thinking about the nearly stolen kiss. I decided to pay him a visit to know how he was doing and if possible get some alone time with him, ( my mind “Oh no no no, on the contrary, you are not to go see him because of what you did. You are gay for Fuck sake, OK wait and think about what his reaction on seeing you would be like”) Ohh that's very true I can't see him now.
The evening was drawing nigh and darkness like a plague haunted our streets, the street lights like Arch Angels to our rescue came up and brightened the whole environment.

Looking out through my window...