A midautumn night's dream (Fiction)

"It's been a crazy couple of months, huh?" His deep voice penetrates the comfortable silence.
It's a relatively warm October afternoon, and the two of you are sitting on the bench at the park, sipping at sodas and nibbling on snacks. His left arm rests behind you, on the back of the bench, while his other is holding a half-empty bottle of Coke.
You glance over at him, a small smile on your lips. "Yeah, but it's worth it, don't you think?"
He opens his mouth to say something, but then shuts it, and then grins. "I guess so."
Another silence ensues.
You break the silence this time. "So what are your plans for the rest of the day?"
"Well, I'm pretty much free the entire day. My mom was going to force me to do laundry, but somehow when I spoke your name, she immediately yelled at me to leave the house at that moment. It was weird."
You try to maintain a straight face, but fail. Laughing hysterically, you grab your stomach and fall off the bench, onto the grass. Immediately he stands up and kneels by you, touching your forehead and shoulder. "Hey, you okay? You're not hurt, right?"
As a reflex, you grab his hand on your head and say, "Of course not. It's just that I remembered something funny." You stop grinning stupidly and fall silent.
At the same time, you both realize how close you are and look into each other's eyes. His hand feels extremely warm and your heart races. A bead of sweat rolls down his cheek, as his dark eyes bore into yours. Time seems to stop, but then a bee lands on his shirt and twitches a little. Looking back at you, he sticks out his tongue. "I'm not a macho guy all the time."
"Well, you always seem that way to me." Then, your eyes widening, quickly says, "I mean, you're scared of bees?"
You blush, and he immediately shakes his head a little as if he was clearing something out of his mind. He stands up, "Here, take my hand." You do, and get up. Brushing yourself off is a bit awkward, as he watches your every move. You move to reach for your soda, but accidentally knocks his Coke over.
He shakes his head jokingly and says, "I was so thirsty too! Guess I'll just drink some of yours." Grabbing your bottle of Sprite, he twists open the cap and drinks the rest of your soda. However, you're not mad at all. All you can see is the image of him drinking from the bottle that your mouth was on. Indirect kiss!!! Your heart is beating like crazy, as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His mouth... your gaze is drawn to it... it's almost as if it was hypnotizing you.
"...llo?" You come back down to Earth, dizzy, wondering who called out to you. As your vision clears, you see him staring at you curiously, but also, with a strange light in his eyes. "Did that fall hurt your brain?" His hand reaches toward you, and even though you aren't cold, as his palm touches your cheek, it's as if you were freezing and he was the fireplace.
Warmth seeps into your skin, and you close your eyes just for a moment, leaning into his palm. But then you realize what was going on, and jerk your eyes open, only to see his face inches from yours. Panicking, you step back and step on the tuna sandwich that was half-eaten.
At first he looks surprised, then confused, and then hurt. "Hey, I-" His phone rings and he picks up. "Hello? Dad? Yeah, I'm at the park. No. No. God, what did mom tell you? NO! Yeah, I'll be home by midnight. No, dad. Yeah, I will man up. Geez."
He grins, but it's a hurt-lopsided one. "Sorry about that. My old man is crazy."
"It's all right. My mom is a bit like that too. But we love them like that."
He stares at you for a long moment. "...Yeah, we do, don't we?"
You tilt your head and look at him, and at that moment, a beautiful butterfly flutters in between both of you, and lands on the tree to your right. Both of your gazes are drawn to it, and you walk towards the tree, hoping to catch a closer look.
"It's beautiful!" You lean against the tree, smiling like a 5 year-old. Hearing no response, you turn. Just in time to see him put his two hands against the tree by your head, and although his body isn't touching yours, traps you between him and the tree.
You glance around, eyes wide, but no others are in the vicinity. You relax a bit, but you're so nervous you can hear the blood pumping in your ears.
"[B4evermine]..." His voice is almost inaudible, but as he looks into your face, the yearning on his face was blatantly there. "I know you probably can't or won't accept this... but I have to get it out of my system." As you try to get out of his arms, he grabs your shoulders, and then hugs you, your face buried in his chest, which smells faintly of Old Spice and apple pie. You breathe in and out, and the silence seems to go on forever. But you don't want this moment to stop. It feels so good, so warm, so right...
"I usually never do this, and have never done this before, but... but... I just can't hold it in anymore. I love you... baby, you're everything I want. And I don't know how to write poems or sing or any of that shit, but I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and ever will see, and I want you. Not in the religious sense, but I want you with me."
You stare up into his eyes and wonder "But I do want you..."
He continues, "And this is definitely a hit on our friendship. I really wondered if I should tell you, because our friendship might be ruined, but it's just that I can't see you without seeing the possibilities and if you want to break it off, I totally understand." As he turns away, you lift your hand and places your palm on his cheek, turning it towards you. His eyes are downcast, but you tilt his chin up.
"Hey... I thought you knew about my feelings for you too..."
He stares at you, and uses his hand to caress your hair. "No, I've always wondered if I was good enough for you at all..." Eyes meet. Your lips part. He leans down slightly, you lean forward just a bit. Just as your lips are about to meet...
Your cell phone rings. It's singing and vibrating on the bench, and you give him an apologetic look, and dodge under his arms to pick up your phone. Just as you're reaching for it, a hand grabs your arm and turns you around. You lift your head up in surprise and annoyance, but his hands holds the sides of your face gently as his mouth descends onto yours, first pecking your mouth, and then using his tongue, laving your lips. Your mouth parts just a bit, and his tongue reaches in, just once, and then like playing hide and seek, exits, and he continues to nip at your lips.

The ringing of your cellphone slowly fades away...