I stared in Phil’s eyes. I stood behind him as he sit staring back up at me on one of those creaky plastic white chairs every lawn has. His pores were medium sized, his facial hair unkept and his eyes green and haunting. Yet in this moment the humidity of the air around us became too much. Upstairs I heard a speaker turn on with some rap music beginning to play, the decibels slowly increasing. While in this frozen moment I knew I had to speak. Before the summer melted before us and the music stole him away from me I said.

“I kind want to kiss you right now.”

Phil stared up at me. His slightly dark curly hair falling out of his face as he leaned back in his chair to look at me.

Our gaze didn’t break nor did the silence.

He blinked a few times before attempting to rock back in the chair but falling. Quickly I caught him.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I’m fine Marcus.” Phil said, getting up and moving into the house.

As he swayed away, his large black tea draping over his broad shoulders and skinny jeans I said to the back of him.

“I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t say it right now.”

Away from me Phil walked. Through the sliding glass door of some girl’s name we hardly knew.

Peering through the glass I saw him quickly make way to the arms of a orange tinted skin and sunkissed hair model thin girl our age.