Hiding a Kiss

Charlie’s POV:

“MYEH MYEH MYEH MYEH MYEH!” Tyken looked at me like I was the stupidest person in the world as I bounced around Hot Topic checking out the new Spongebob merch.
“You are such a fruit dude, it’s just Spongebob.” I immediately turned to look at him in disgust,
“JUST SPONGEBOB!? OH NO YOU DID NOT YOU UNCULTURED SWINE-POTATE” I snapped my fingers at him from side to side, “This is not ‘just Spongebob’, this is THE Spongebob!” He laughed at me brightly,
“Funny, I didn’t realize there was a difference.” As he laughed more at my indignation to his total lack of awesomeness and negativity to anything amazing, I walked up and slapped his bangs causing them to fly onto the top of his hair and get tangled in the mess of spikes and hairspray, he looked up at the small bit of his hair he could see hanging off the spikes and sighed. “Awwww... you bitch...” he quickly got out a mirror and started fixing his hair.
“Takes one to know one! Besides, you freaking love me and you know it,” just to prove my bitchy little point I twirled around and pouted into the mirror, “Who’s a diva?”
“You are, you little twink. Now get out of my store before I get you arrested for disrupting the peace in my hair,” He glared at me and pointed at the door,
“Hunny anything in your hair that could be pissed off by me is probably already dead from all that glitter in your hair. Not everyone enjoys a glittery world babe.” I quickly picked up about 8 different shirts, of which 2 were Spongebob, and made my way over to the counter. Tyken quickly held up his hand in front of my face,
“Wait! As your technical ‘best friend’ I am obligated to tell you about the new jeans we have in stock.” He quickly leaned down and pulled up a brown cardboard box with postal stamps from practically everywhere on it, “Some of them have holes in the crotch. Figured you’d like that, might even get you laid for once.” He laughed and stuck his tongue at me,
“God I hate you sometimes,” we both laughed knowing it wasn’t true and he quietly cut open the box for me. As I looked in my eyes instantly landed on a pair of pink and green faux leather skinnies, “Oh... my... god... where have you been all my life...” I lifted them out of the box, holding them at arm length like I might break them if I got too close. Tyken laughed and raised an eyebrow at me,
“Something tells me you like them,” I immediately threw them and about 6 other pairs of skinnies down with my shirts.
“BUY... NOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!!!!!!!” He laughed and put them through the scanner, as I threw my dad’s credit card at him I hugged my new pile of clothes tightly. My dads were going to love them. When Tyken finally gave me the card back he laughed loudly at me lying on the pile,
“So do you want a bag or were you planning on attaching them to various sexual parts of your body on the way home?” I rolled my eyes are his stupid comment and pushed the pile towards him, as I watched him carefully packing the clothes in, I realized I had no idea what age he was, I immediately leaned over and plucked his face up to get a good look at it, moving it from side to side.
“Wit ish ith...?” I laughed as he tried to talk through me gripping his face firmly but gently,
“How old are you?” He looked at me like I was stupid,
“Dude... I turned 21 last week... you brought me a cake for crab sakes... you sung me happy birthday and counted the years of my life... how have you forgotten already?” he raised his eyebrows and I face palmed myself,
“Man I’m stupid...” He laughed and nodded in agreement,
“Now if you don’t mind... get the fuck out” he laughed and pointed to the door where there was a group of people wanting to get in but not wanting to be by me.
You know what’s funny? The more you grow the more you think things will get better, well not me. In fact I’d completely given up hope thanks to my life... you see I was actually infamous in this small Slovakian town. Yeah you heard me correctly, I live in fucking Slovakia, and you know how on Google it shows us as sunny and full of life? Well it’s fucking cold! But hey at least we have a Hot Topic, for some unknown badass reason. I mean who opens up a chain of stores and suddenly thinks: ‘Hey... let’s put one in a small town in Slovakia! That will be fun!’ Oh my god I love people and their naivety. I sighed and looked at the ground; the reason I was so well known in this town and well avoided is because... well... I’m the one who lived. No I don’t mean like how Harry Potter was ‘the boy who lived’ I mean that well... my brother... my real brother... shot up a school about 4 years back and then shot himself afterward, in the shoot up he killed almost everyone there... except me. I wish I could say that that was it but it wasn’t... that day, when I finally was able to be let go by the authorities for ‘no more further questioning, I walked inside and found my parents face down in the sitting room lying in a pool of their own blood. I can’t really remember much from that day other than running for my freaking life out the door and down the street until I came to the Láska’s house, my parent had loved the Láska’s, they were a gay couple who were constantly babysitting me, when I arrived at their house and told them what I saw they immediately called the police back and looked after me for about 3 weeks, brought me therapy which failed and then adopted me so I wouldn’t be taken in by someone mean and instead got taken in by the most badass people in the world who became two of my best friends in the 4 years since I moved in.
As I walked down the street with more people stepping away from me or crossing the street to not be near me I began to have the questions cross my mind again. Why me? Why did he only leave me? I mean we were never particularly close, we never had fights but we never sat down and hung out together either... I don’t know... maybe it was something that happened in that time... I clutched my head tightly as small images of the colour red and white teddy bears crossed my mind, why were these the only things that came into my mind from all those months? 2 years of my life and all I can remember is the colour red, white teddy bears, and eyeliner. Great sign there...
I walked into my house and shut the door behind me, where was the smell of Vanilla? That always seemed to be around when they were ho...- The smell of blood hit me before I could finish my thought and I quickly ran to the kitchen where the smell was coming from. As I reached the door I slammed it open and raced into the room to find them carving a huge hunk of mutton... that was the smell... I quickly dropped to my knees in too much shock to process anything, they weren’t dead... they were still here... I heard Križ quickly come running over and hug me,
“I’m so sorry Charlie, I completely forgot about the smell!” I looked up a little to see a frantic Ludomír spraying the air with various perfumes and air fresheners, about 10 minutes later the smell of blood was gone and replaced by butter cooking, I could now finally get off the ground without getting squeamish and needed to sit down again, as I stood up I realized Križ had gotten rid of the mutton log and Ludomir had thrown the meat in the marinade and was starting to cook it. I quickly ran over and gave Ludomír a hug,
“Thankyou Ludo!” I felt his back move while I was hugging him and realised he was laughing,
“No problem Hunny, now go watch Finding Nemo with your father, we brought a copy today especially for you.” My face instantly lit up with happiness and Ludo pushed me out of the kitchen and into the sitting room, “Go!” I laughed and walked through the open door to where Križ was sitting studying the DVD case,
“You know I will never understand your obsession with this little fish who finds his dad.” He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow as I snorted and laughed,
“He doesn’t find his dad. His dad finds him. If he found his dad it would be called ‘Finding Marlin” Now what person would watch that? That just sounds lame!” Križ laughed and moved to sit beside me,
“Okay, let’s get this over with”