Epilogue

There are still a lot of things that you can't stand about him. Like his lack of sexuality for one. You're both sitting here, alone in his house, and you've been dropping "hey, we're all alone," comments all day.

Of course he just ignores it and changes the subject in a smooth manner that even you don't realize until later.

And there's his girlishness, the little actions or the way he'll twist just a little too much. It traps your gaze on him, making you analyze everything he does.

You hate it.

He has a way of getting you to do whatever he wants you to do… and you really hate that too.

But just like always you're all alone with him, thinking about how far you can push him before he gives in. Then perhaps you'll go home for the day… only to repeat the cycle and return to him tomorrow.

Truthfully though, you're a bit tired of your own routine of 'love him and leave him.' Instead you think you'd like to stay with him. That's probably why you haven't actually left… you've stayed with him here in this empty house just like the dorms back at Bullworth Academy.

You stay because you know you're parents are too disappointed in the boy who turned Bullworth into a war zone, too disappointed in the boy who got expelled. Really you're surprised that your parents even look at you. Instead you'd like to stay with him and house sit while his parents are helping take care of his sickly grandmother.

Perhaps you should've given Pete's goofy dog more credit. It was because of him that Pete got to stay home anyway. That's probably why you've been staying here with him for the past two days… living with him.

And thank goodness that Pete hasn't actually asked you to leave yet… and thank goodness your parents don't care enough to call you home.

Instead Pete lets you stay, never seeming surprised when you crawl into his bed with him and never complaining when you're still there the next day.

You still have the rest of the week to spend with him and you know it won't be long until his parents are called away again and you'll fall back into this routine again.

Maybe everything with him would be an endless cycle… but, that wasn't true… was it?

Eventually… it would end.

No.

No, you won't admit it to him, or even to yourself, but… you don't want it to end. You don't want this easiness, this one person, who somehow figured you out, to end.

But you can't help but think it might.

Pete is a smart kid, there's no reason for him to want to stay with you. And when that right girl comes along, he'll want her instead… and you… well you'll want to snap her neck.

But you figure, you'll have to give him up.

Anger rises up in your throat, burning hot in your arms and fists. You manage to chase the anger off though, because Pete always seems so happy with you around.

He's always asking, "You hungry," or "Want to go take a shower?"… Like it's his job to take care of you, and you're fine with that.

But it's times like these when these things creep up on you. Times like when you're both in the shower, exposed and preoccupied with cleaning yourself. And while you're waiting for him to give you a turn under the shower head, the thoughts of the future sneak to the front of your mind.

You brush your hands along his shoulders and know that you really screwed up.

Because August will come with the promise of a new school that will pluck you from this reality and plop you down into a new pool of morons.

And you'll have to go on without really seeing him until the winter, and next summer break, pretending to not even miss him, because… you're Gary Smith, and you have an image to uphold.

The idea of it all is so terrible that it takes several attempts from Petey to remind you that it hasn't even happened yet, that you're still in the present.

Now you're sitting in his living room, staring at the side of his face.

You realize how idiotic it is to waste your precious time thinking about losing him.

Instead you'll think of all the best ways to turn him on, to undress him, to tease him.

He's under you in a second, wiggling and protesting already. You smirk down at him.

"Hmm," you hum aloud in question, "How many times can I get you to finish today?"

You shift your weight as you tease him and start rubbing small circles on his lower stomach. He twists his position on his back to his side. He doesn't mean it this way, but you take it as an invitation to lean down over him.

"Hmm," you ask and he twists beneath you even more.

You love it.

"N-no Gary, I don't… like it more than once."

What kind of joke was that supposed to be?

"And just why not," You ask, breathing on his neck.

He blushes. "Because," he whines, hoping you'll leave it at that.

As if that would ever happen, "Because why?"

Finally he gives up, staring up at you looking completely disgruntled.

"Because… the first re-release… feels best," He mumbles and then hides his face, you bark with laughter.

"But Petey," you say with a fake, mocking tone. "Why is it that your voice gets louder and louder each time you finish?"

Petey's face turns so red that you think it might melt off of his head.

You dive into your laughter again.

No, there is no future beyond this. There's no school to take you away from him. No girls in the future to tug his eyes to look at something new. There's just you and him… this house and this couch are all that really exist.

And tomorrow?

Tomorrow will be exactly the same as today, just as every tomorrow will be that follows.

Because this is an endless cycle.

You with him and him with you.

One never leaving the other, because secretly they care too much.

No, nothing else really exists beside this… as long as you were here the cycle would spin on. And as long as it was the season… it would be…

An Endless Summer…

The End.