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Kid One. #Kid #KidOne #tags #handstyles #vandalism #graffititags #handlettering #streetphotography #streetphotograffiti #streetbombing #tagiplagi #Wroclaw https://www.instagram.com/p/BsS33aCgUJH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=162gccw1f05l4

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Kid One. #Kid #KidOne #tags #handstyles #vandalism #streetbombing #graffititags #graffiti #Wroclaw #tagiplagi https://www.instagram.com/p/Bmnu8nNjxne/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=j55dhnfwceqo

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Kid One. Good to see some new tags in the hood by one of the scene pioneers. #Kid #KidOne #tags #handstyles #graffititags #classic #vandalism #Wroclaw #tagiplagi

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...ugh(Kid One x Billy)

CW: Small amounts of internalized homophobia + light religious themes

…ugh. Kid One rubbed his left eye as he carried 2 tin cans with a string attached. He was walking to Orel’s garage for the annual making things contest. The only other person there was Billy. Honestly, he was…intimated, to say the least. His flower looked nice.

As he was looking at his flower, he was quickly reminded why he didn’t have enough time to make something competent as his eye stung with pain. His hand promptly shot to his eye, so it wouldn’t sting as much from the sunlight. He put down his tin cans as Billy looked on with concern but didn’t do much.

The two just stood there in painful silence, waiting. Then, they saw a small figure approaching and immediately recognized her as Tina. They both shot each other a look. This wasn’t fair for her, considering she was a few years younger, that is, hers. It was a cabin made out of popsicle sticks. Kid One thought it was good but not as creative as Billy’s. Either way, he knew he was fucked.

Orel soon came out with his red and blue baseball cap and his magnifying glass. “Sorry guys, I had Doughy over for dinner.” And just like that, Doughy appeared behind him. They all gave a suspicious side-eye to each other of varying amounts of confusion but shrugged it off.

Orel initially declared Billy the winner before realizing that only God could make flowers, so he ended up giving the trophy to Tina. Kid One thought it was kind of bullshit but, hey, at least he wasn’t the one cheated out of a win.

Afterward, Tina skipped away one way, and Billy and Kid One went the other. Now that Kid One thought about it, he never really talked to Billy before. Now, what to talk about?

Well, his eye decided for him, as the pain fired him up to say some…less than protestant words.

Billy stopped walking and got in front of him. “Are you ok?”

Kid One just…looked at him for a few moments, considering he was the first person to actually acknowledge his well-being. 

“Uh…kinda.”

“Here, I’ll lead you to my dad’s store. He has the stuff to help you there.”

Kid One just nodded in his sudden awkwardness. Why did he feel so awkward anyways…? Sure, they never really hung out before individually but they did all hang out as a group occasionally, so it’s not like they were strangers or anything. 

Before he knew it, Billy was far ahead of him. He tried to run up to him, but before that could happen, Billy stopped and started walking back to him. 

“You alright?”

“Oh, yea. Just thinking.” He said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Here.” He held onto his hand. “This way you…uh w-won’t get lost!”

Kid One felt his heart ache in his chest, but in…a good way? It was strange for sure, whatever this…condition was. “Ok…”

They walked to his dad’s shop. Oddly enough though, Billy decided to take the long route to it, to hold his hand longer. Not that Kid One knew any of this, of course.

Soon enough, though, they saw Sal’s corner store in front of them. Billy walked ahead of him and opened the door.

Mr. Figurelli looked at the door as the bell rang. “Hey, sport, what brings you in today? Cat cleaning’s on Saturdays.”

“Oh, it’s nothing about them.” He walked to the counter, still holding onto his hand.

“Hot tamales! The ice packs are in that aisle.” He pointed off somewhere. “Do you think you can treat him?”

Billy smiled. “Of course!”

His dad smiled at him. “Well, make sure to do it somewhere else, I don’t want people coming in and seeing…that. No offense, kid.”

“None taken.” Kid One mumbled. It was bad enough to never really be acknowledged by anybody, but it’s worse to effectively be called an eyesore.

Billy walked to the aisle that had the icepack, considering he’s stocked shelves before, he news where everything is. Kid One awkwardly leaned on the counter, waiting on him.

Once he got the ice pack, he went up to the counter to pay for it.

“On the house.”

“Gee, thanks, dad!” Billy smiled and went outside with Kid One. He again held his hand tenderly. Kid One was getting the contained nervousness consume his body once again. He didn’t know exactly why he was feeling this way. Truthfully, he’s never felt this about anybody, nonetheless a boy. He pondered why God was making him feel this way around Billy. Maybe it was just so he would grow closer to him? Hard to say, he wondered. 

Before his thoughts could continue, though, the two of them went into Billy's house. 

"It looks…" Kid One started, looking around at the horrible plain beige walls, the tasteless 'Live, Laugh, Love' sign, and the sickly stray cat that were in the middle of being cleaned, he assumed. Then, he looked at Billy. "...beautiful." 

“Thank you, your house is beautiful too.”

Kid One looked away somberly. As of a few weeks ago, he wasn’t parent-less anymore, but they were still filling out the paperwork, so his new dad couldn’t exactly take him to the first home he would know.

“Yea…”

Billy brought him over to the couch and sat down, motioning for him to do the same. He turned to face the ginger and pressed the ice pack on his eye gently.  

“Thanks but uh, you know I can hold it myself, right?” Kid One asked.  

He smiled. “Your hands will get cold, silly.”

“I’ll be fine…” He hated to sound rude to the person who was helping him, but it was a painfully awkward situation to be in, especially with the two of them being so close.

Billy shrugged, just happy to be there in the moment with him. He didn’t know exactly what he felt every time he was with him, but he wasn’t going to question God, especially for how rare good is to find in Moralton.

“So…who are you bringing to the arms length dance next week?” Kid One asked.

He thought about it before responding. “Hmm…I don’t know, I haven’t really thought about it. I don’t like any of the girls.”

“Me neither. Even if I did, it’s not like I could dance with any of them.”

Billy smiled. “I can teach you.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Well, that is, if your eye feels better.”

“Oh, uh, yea.” He stood up, setting the ice pack down, despite the fact his eye was still stinging a little.

Billy went over to the radio and turned the dials until he got a song that would be played at a dance like the one they would be attending. Specifically, I’ll Never Smile Again by Frank Sinatra.  

“What is this song?” Kid One pondered as he walked closer to the radio, beside Billy.

Billy smiled. “A romantic song! It’ll be fun.” He interlocked their fingers together on both of their hands.”

Kid One’s face sparkled as bright as his hair. He stayed still, not knowing what to do and desperately not wanting to mess up, considering his newfound…appreciation…for Billy. Despite his odd concoction of feelings in his stomach, he didn’t slip his hands away.

Billy smiled, it was cute to see him in such a state. “Now when I take a step in one direction, you take a step in the same direction, ok?”

Kid One nodded, seemingly so he wouldn’t say anything idiotic around him. But…why did he care if he looked stupid around him?” He knows he isn’t, well, not as much as Tommy, that’s for sure. But still, he never had such worries about Orel, Joe, Tommy or the rest of the gang.

As strange as he felt, he did as he was instructed. They were swaying softly together in the wind as one. After a few minutes, it felt…weirdly normal? Well, as normal as a situation as this can get, I suppose. It was like a controlled amount of chaos. It felt nice.

However, this was still a fairly platonic dance. How was he going to dance with a girl like this? Unless he wanted to get friend-zoned.  

“Hey uh…” Kid One started as the next song began to strum softly in the distance. “Is there any…other, more…romantic dances we could do?”

Billy smiled just a little bit, but that was enough to pierce itself through Kid One’s heart, just another reason on the growing list on why he liked him as much as he did. “You…want to romantically dance with me?”

“I-uh…” Kid One started turning every shade of red imaginable, and it clearly showed as his face looked equivalent to that of the reddest rose. He didn’t even know if he wanted to dance with him or learn from him. All he knew was what he felts not that he could articulate an answer from his Lego-like heart scattered all around.

Billy giggled, “Here.” He outstretched their left arms and placed his head on his chest.

Kid One still felt panicked beyond all reasonable doubt, if this was gay, if he was going against God, if anybody would find them and what they would do to them if they did, why out of all people Billy was the one he would give up the world for. But he also felt…a release of pressure, he could be his authentic self around him. It felt nice. He concluded that was the only reason he felt so strongly toward him, that he could be himself around him. He knew that wasn’t the whole truth, but he wanted to focus on the one he loved, nothing more, nothing less.

As they were swaying silently, other than the distant hum of the radio and the beating of their hearts, they headed the crack of the front door opening. Billy quickly got off of him and sat on the couch. Kid One followed his lead, sitting right beside him.

Mr. Figurelli walked through the door, with an envelope of money.  

Billy popped up from the couch, turning around to see his dad. “How was work today, pop?”

He smiled. “Pretty good you know that dance is coming up pretty soon. Got any lucky ladies lining up around the block to ask you out yet?”

“Daaaadd!” He said, giggling.

Mr. Figurelli walked over to him, scruffing up his hair. “What? I’m surprised. But you should go, that’s how I met your mother.” He smiled, remembering the good times. “We were exiled out of the dance at the same time, that’s when I knew it was destiny.” He looked over to Kid One. “Your little buddy is still here?”

“Oh! Yea, we uh had some fun with the radio.” He said, fidgeting with his fingers.

“That’s why it was playing when I walked in, figured I left it on.”

Kid One stood up awkwardly, he didn’t really know what else to do. “Thanks for the care, Billy, and nice to meet you Mr. Figurelli.”  

He started to go for the door when Billy came up behind him to wish him goodbye. They walked into the front yard. They didn’t dare speak a word to each other for a few moments, just trying to process what just happened, until Billy started.

“It was really fun…” What would you even call this interaction? A date? A dance session? Hanging out? “…to see you. We should do this more often.”

Kid One nodded in agreement as Billy looked around carefully, to make sure nobody would hear or see them. He leaned in and said “I like you.”

Kid One was surprised but found himself saying “I like you too", which was the truth, just a hard one to admit.

Billy smiled and waved goodbye and headed back inside. Kid One was left with a flurry of emotions, but at least he would hang out with him again, hopefully soon.

As he headed back to an abandoned building he could call home for the time being, he realized his eye had stopped stinging, completely. Maybe he didn’t need an ice pack.

Maybe Billy was his medicine all along.

The end

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