EDDIE'S CHRONICLES

Fantasy, who wouldn't want to live in a world ideal?

Ideal? Does this even hold any meaning, or is it just make believe of things that we picture as a better future?

Huh! to hell with the future. When young and still naïve of the world, nothing feels better than the present. The high, the rush, sheer ecstasy in short.

I find it funny how a single act of rebellion can cause this, … this sudden feeling of being more alive, more in touch with your own person. That dose of dopamine infused hooking you lock, stock and barrel, or at least that's how I felt.

Isolated, looming over the small village was a run down hall and Eddie's heart couldn't stop pounding. Sweaty palms, blood rushing, fidgeting like never before, all his mind was thinking of was, 'this has to work out, otherwise....'

'Inhale, hold, exhale,' he muttered to himself as if verbal affirmation was needed for his lungs to respond. Minutes slugged by as if begging him to reconsider. Had he known what was to happen, Macbeth's demons would stare in awe as he bolted from there.

The funny, not so funny thing about these things is once that feeling of things going wrong sets in, yeah it's almost bound to go wrong. However, the anticipation for what was going to happen was too inviting for him to heed any other feeling. In a truer version of his feelings, he was more curious than frightened of the results of his actions.

Lost in his delusional world, he nearly missed the soft creak of the aged hinges. Company stepped through the door. The hammering of his heart resounded in his ears as company advanced.

Expectations, dread, curiosity, paralyzing wanting, all of it boiled in him.

"Hi!"

"Hi."

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long."

"No, not really."

A few minutes of awkward yet comfortable silence passed as Eddie watched the sunset illuminate the marvel before him through the stained window.

"So, what do you suppose is going to happen?" company asked more or less with a definite answer in mind all through a hinted coy smile.

"I don't know, what did you have in mind?"

Some tension brewed between them as they stood there both clearly flustered.

'Do I look at least okay after a day of studying? Is my breath fresh? Am I good enough? Am I being used?' Eddie's mind raced as he desperately searched company's face for answers, all while trying to maintain a pleasant demeanor.

At this point, company had settled on a dusty table and the silence allowed room to ask, "So, did we come here just to stare at each other?"

They were both well aware what had brought them there but Eddie couldn't muster the courage to initiate anything. Company was quick to notice, chuckling slightly, company got off the table and took Eddie's hand and half dragged, half led him up two flights of stairs.

Behind a wall, company sandwiched Eddie. Their breathing elevated, they knew there was no going back. This was it! All at once, Eddie's saliva tasted salty both from the fear of getting caught and from being sub-par at best.

In a split second, company had grabbed Eddie's T-shirt by the collar and bridged the gap between them hitting the intended mark. Lips locked!

All feeling in his legs was lost making his knees buck. Instinctively, Eddie raised his hands to cup company's face as a deep sense of relief and joy made home in him. All doubt, the insecurities and definite heavy uncertainty vanished as company cupped the small of his back pulling him closer.

'Holy shit! This is happening!!!!!' was all Eddie's mind could comprehend.

Minty lips, firm hold, gentle yet commanding!!! In that very moment Eddie knew he solely belonged there, in company's arms.