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In Which Picky Remembers	By : tenten220 Category: +A through F > EarthBound Views: 2913 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Picky Minch, an eleven-year-old boy, lie flat on his back and stared at the ceiling through a thick curtain of blonde hair. His brother, Pokey, had left many nights before, leaving Picky alone in the otherwise wide, empty room they had once shared. He left sometime after his next-door neighbour, Ness, had.

Picky had always felt drawn to Ness; his warm eyes and smile were too much for him to let him go unnoticed. He had always worn a hat over his black hair, always the same hat. He was never without his baseball bat, either. Picky would sometimes watch him practice his swing in his backyard, one eye shut in concentration, the other open to follow the invisible ball.

Ness left determined to save the world. Pokey was just determined to stop Ness. Pokey had always hated Ness, that's just the way things were. Picky never really understood; his father was always going on about how he had loaned Ness's family tons of money and how they now lived in poverty, but they seemed to live a comfortable life. There was always food on the table, and running water, and heat in the winter. But nevertheless, the Minches detested Ness and his family. Regardless of such, Picky liked Ness and, against his parents' wishes, visited him in his home frequently. His mother was nice and his sister usually stayed out of their way, so the two boys were left alone in Ness's room. He remembered once, when he had decided to ask the older boy a question.

"Um," Picky mumbled. Ness looked at him and smiled. "What?"

"Um, have you ever�um, this might be sort of a weird question,"

"It's fine, I don't mind."

"Well, have you ever been, uh, kissed?"

Ness gazed upwards, his lips moving slightly, as if he were counting the bumps on the ceiling. After awhile, he answered, "No. Only by my mom, and I don't think that's what you mean. But," he added, "I think I know how it works, if you want to know."

Picky's already red face turned a shade redder at his statement. Ness inched closer to Picky, smiling warmly. The younger of the two twiddled his fingers.

"Hm?" Ness murmured, placing a hand on Picky's shoulder.

"Uh, �kay," he stammered, staring at his feet and moving his fingers faster. As Ness led him to his bed, he asked, "But how do you know if�?"

"'Cause I've seen movies," replied Ness.

The two sat on the bed, next to each other. Picky seemed to be unable to look at anything other than his feet, so his friend tilted his head towards his. He kept his hand on his chin, gently but firmly, and looked him straight in the eyes�or, at least, where his eyes would have been, had they not been obscured by hair.

"Relax, okay? It won't be any fun otherwise," he said. Picky nodded and managed to focus his gaze onto the other boy's face.

"'Kay. There's more than one way to kiss, but the first one is really easy. Like this," and he quickly touched his lips to Picky's. "But then, you can do a really long one, but you have to open your mouth."

Picky seemed dazed.

"So, open your mouth," instructed Ness.

Picky opened his mouth slightly. Ness gave an encouraging smile, closed his eyes, and pressed his mouth against his companion's. With his free hand, he stroked the back of Picky's head. Picky moaned softly and, not knowing what to do with his own hands, draped his arms around Ness's neck. Then, as suddenly as he had started, Ness pulled away. He grinned. "And I can keep going, but I should probably lock the door first."

Picky didn't say anything, he just looked down at his feet. "Y�yeah. Okay,"

With the door locked and the two boys feeling somewhat safer, Ness sat himself down next to his friend and grinned. In one smooth movement, he removed his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. Picky seemed entranced by his movements and gazed lazily at him, his mouth still open from their last kiss. Ness placed his hat back on his head and said, "Wanna keep going?"

Picky nodded slightly, and Ness scooted closer to him. "'Kay, now, this is the really big one. Ready?"

There was another nod from the younger boy and the older continued, "We're going to use our tongues, �kay? So stick out your tongue a little bit."

Picky complied and Ness placed one hand on the other's shoulder and another on the back of his head. He pulled him closer to his face, chuckled slightly, and closed the gap between their lips. He pressed his tongue underneath Picky's, and then curled his around it. Picky tried to match his actions, their tongues tangling amidst the two's moans and whimpers. When Ness tried to pull away, Picky frantically pulled his head back, tumbling onto his lap. After a few forceful groans from Ness, Picky finally let him go.

"I couldn't breathe," panted the older boy, smiling. Picky laughed softly.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes before Ness broke the silence with "Well, that's all I know. Did you learn anything?"

Picky thought for a moment, then whispered, "Yeah, I did."

Picky had left that day with an odd feeling of dissatisfaction knotted in his stomach. It had felt so�so nice, but Ness stopped anyway. He had said it was the "big one," but it seemed as if something was supposed to come after. He decided to return the next day for answers, but it was almost dinnertime and his father would kill him if he were late.
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In Which Picky Remembers