So yep, he left the theater.
I was panicking. I ran out of the theater and looked for him, but I couldn't find him. I drove home in silence, panicking that the worst had happened and he had outed me to the entire school. I was not ready to come out yet.
I checked all of the social media sites for anything he had said recently but I didn't find anything. Tired from looking and very sad, I cried myself to sleep.
On Monday I arrived at school in a somber manner. I went to class and sat down, and to my surprise Carson sat next to me. He opened his mouth to say something to me, but I was still upset over what happened, so I moved to the back and sat on my own. This is pretty much what I did all day, and his attempts to talk to me became more persistent, to the point where I would have to hide not to run into him.
I did this successfully for about three days, until Carson's attempts got so persistent, I had no choice but to talk to him. I was walking into a stall, when he walked in and locked the door behind him...
"Why do you keep avoiding me Scott?", he asked. "Because you kissed me, and then left!" Carson sat down on the toilet and looked down. "I thought that might be why... I'm sorry I kissed you Scott. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess you caught me. I really like you..." Carson's face teared up, and he began to cry. The thought suddenly occurred to me that he thought he was the only willing participant of the kiss we shared, and that I wanted no part of his life anymore.
I picked his chin up, and wiped the tears off of his face. He stood up. "Carson, you just don't get it do you?" I pulled him in and kissed him right on the lips. He was very shocked at first, but eventually he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around me.
I was seriously loving this. The guy of my dreams had his arms around me and we were kissing very passionately. We leaned up against the wall of the stall and pressed up against each other. I could feel the erection in his shorts, and I'm pretty sure he could feel mine.
Suddenly we heard a shout from outside of the stall. "Hey you two! Get a room!". We both jumped back and froze. He left and slowly we started to giggle, and then laugh. We straightened up and left the bathroom (at separate times), and I caught up with him. There were a lot of people in the hallway, and he didn't want anyone to hear us, so he took out a piece of paper and wrote something on it.
Meet me on the bleachers after school- Carson
So after school I walked over to the bleachers and there he was. "Soooo...", he said. "Soooo...", I said. We both sat down. I put my hand on the bleacher and he accidentally put it on mine. This time, he kept it there.
"I really like you Scott. I mean, really like you" he said. "When I thought you hated me, it was the worst I had ever felt in my entire life. I was so sad that nothing could make me happy. But then, you kissed me, and I was the happiest I've ever felt in my life. Does that make sense?"
"What I'm trying to say, Scott, is that the feelings I have for you aren't just sexual. And I want to be your boyfriend, not just a hookup. If you don't want to be my boyfriend, I'll understand comple-"
I cut him off right there with a kiss. Yet again, sparks and explosions. Wow. "Of course I want to be your boyfriend Carson. More than anything." He smiled and said, "Well I guess that makes us boyfriends now, Scotty."
We got into his car, and drove to my house. There, things were less... PG. I'll tell you later ;)