This story is fiction. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is merely a coincidence. If you are not allowed by law to view this material, please do not do so. If you are under 18 years of age, please leave now. This is a love story between two barely under the age of 18 year old boys in high school. If that offends you, I apologize and ask that you not read any further. Otherwise, enjoy.
The rest of the day was uneventful; graduation practice was followed by several "This is the first day of the rest of your life" speeches from various teachers that Ryne wasn't going to miss at all.
When Ryne had arrived home, he started cleaning. After he was positive that his bedroom and bathroom were spotless, he sat on the couch and turned on the TV, the rest of the house would wait until tomorrow. Ryne couldn't even concentrate on his favorite show, Top Gear. His mind kept going back to when he'd caught himself studying Cody. He couldn't figure out why he was so infatuated with Cody, he barely knew him. They had never really hung out. He had his group of friends, none of which fell into any of the usual high school cliques. They pretty much just The only time anything had ever happened like this was when he fell in love with a 1957 Chevy Bel-Aire, kind of a "love at first sight" thing. He had dreams about that car for three months, and still has a photo of it on his desk.
"Surely I can't be in love with Cody; I'm not gay. " Ryne reassured himself. In all actuality, Ryne had no clue. He had never been in a relationship with anyone. His whole life he had been more involved with cars than anything else. He knew that he preferred the company of guys, but never thought anything of it because of the whole car-guy persona. He hung out with Tony thousands of times and never had any sort of reaction. Now, he talked with Cody for two minutes and can't stop thinking about him.
Before he could finish his last thought, his phone was vibrating in his pocket. It was a text from his dad saying that he was going out of town and wouldn't be home until Sunday night. While Ryne would have liked a little bit more notice, he was kind of relieved. Since his dad was out of town and his mother lived over 600 miles away he would be alone for the weekend. He could use this time to figure out what the hell was going on in his mind.
"Shit," Ryne exclaimed after looking at the timestamp on the text, " It's almost six, I'd better get to the shop!"
With that, Ryne darted up to his room and changed into his work clothes. By the time he'd gotten to the shop and changed the oil in his truck, Cody was pulling up in a newer Chevy Blazer, similar to Ryne's.
"Hey Ryne, you look like you're having fun!" Cody smirked, pointing at the oil stains on Ryne's shirt.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Ryne replied, "So what exactly is going on with your car?"
After Cody explained what was going on, Ryne knew almost immediately what was going on.
"It sounds like you need to replace your front brakes," Ryne said with confidence, "Let me put it up on the lift and make sure."
Upon further examination of Cody's car, it turned out that Ryne was in fact right. Luckily for Cody, Ryne had the parts on hand and was finished repairing it in no time.
"Thanks so much, I really owe you one." Cody said with excitement while trying to give Ryne some money.
"It's no big deal man, just a simple repair." Ryne insisted.
"If you won't let me pay you, at least let me buy you dinner." Haggled Cody.
Ryne had been planning on cooking a frozen pizza when he got home, but real food sounded so much better. Ryne finally gave in, " Alright, if you insist."
While waiting for their food at The Lounge, Cody and Ryne just sat there and talked. Ryne found that it was just extremely easy to talk to him. Cody and Ryne talked more in those few minutes than he and Tony did in the past two weeks. Ryne just wanted to hear his voice. Before Ryne had realized it, he had invited Cody back to his place to watch a couple movies, an invitation that Cody quickly accepted. After they had finished eating and Cody had paid for their food, they both headed back to Ryne's place.
Cody was extremely surprised to find out that Ryne's house was just around the block from his own. When they pulled in the driveway, Ryne hopped out of his truck and led Cody inside the house and up to his room. Ryne had his room set up to be the ultimate home theater. A 42" LCD TV sat opposite a comfortable-looking leather couch. Ryne also had a Sony Playstation 3 hooked up and a 5.1 Bose surround sound system to provide the ultimate in high definition entertainment. Cody just stood in awe.
"This is awesome", Cody exclaimed, "You must have people over all the time to watch movies. "
"Actually, no.", Ryne confessed, "This is a first, well, besides Tony. I usually just sit up here by myself and watch movies, it's kind of my other thing besides cars."
"Well, if I had known you had all this, I would have been over here every weekend."
As soon as those words had registered in Ryne's mind, he hoped that this would turn into a regular thing for the two of them. He really liked spending time with Cody. "You know you're welcome to come over anytime you want. My home is yours."
"Thanks, that means a lot to me, I never really get time to relax. My other friends are always wanting to play football or go party somewhere." Cody replied quietly.
After both agreeing on a film from Ryne's expansive library, Ryne invited Cody to take the couch and took the bed for himself. Since both of them had seen the movie before, they were frequently distracted by casual conversation that one of them had initiated. Ryne was surprised to realize that he was talking to Cody like he was his best friend.
After finishing the first movie, Cody chose a second and put it in. It wasn't long before both Ryne and Cody were dosing off. Ryne, having always slept with the TV on turned the volume down to a more acceptable level. Before they realized it, they were both out like a light.
It wasn't long before Ryne was lurched out of his slumber by a noise he couldn't immediately figure out, but after a short time it was unmistakably the sound of someone crying. That someone was Cody.
"Cody, you alright?" Ryne asked, concerned.
No answer.
Ryne was growing increasingly concerned with each moment that had passed. A friend was sitting in his room, obviously in some sort of pain, and he was not getting any sort of response from him. "Did I do something?" Ryne asked himself.
After about five minutes, Ryne asked again, "Cody what's going on? Do you wanna talk about something?"
"No, I'm fine. Just had a dream that really shook me up. Thanks though."
With that, Ryne rolled over and went back to sleep.
Authors Note: Thanks for taking the time to read this. This is my first attempt at writing fiction so I am open to any constructive criticism. Please send any comments to fridayauthor01@gmail.com