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At lunch I sit with Brendon and his friends. They are actually pretty nice. And, let me just say, there are defiantly not homophobic. As far as I know there’s something going on with that Gerard dude and that Patrick guy. Mikey has a girlfriend, but my Gaydar is screaming. I’m not quite sure about Andy, Spencer, or John quite yet. And Brendon… I haven’t heard anything referring to his sexuality so far. But I’m sure he’s straight. As my luck would go.
Lunch is chicken nuggets, cold fries and mutant green beans. I barely eat any of it. Brendon sits on my right, and on my other side are Patrick and Gerard. Mikey, Andy, Spencer and John are in front of us. Patrick and Gerard are having a separate conversation. Mikey looks over at me and smiles.
“So Ryan, you’re pretty quiet.”
I nod “Yeah.”
“Are you like anorexic or something?” he asks.
His elder brother, Gerard, gives him a glare.
“Not anymore.” I answer honestly.
Gerard smiles at me, “I was too.”
I smile back “Food tastes good, huh?”
He chuckles “Damn right!”
The bell rings and we’re forced to drag our feet to the next class.
After school I meet up with Brendon, and everyone else at his car. He smiles at me and grabs my arm to pull me out of earshot.
“Ok, I know we have to do the tutoring thing today. But can you call your mom and ask if you can stay the night with me. We’re out of school tomorrow anyways. But the guys want to get to know you more and so do I” a grin stretches his lips “But of course, it’s up to you.”
Do I want to hang out with you? DUH!
“I’ll have to get cloths and ask mom.”
He nods. We all pack up in the car, Brendon tells them I get shotgun. I smile. He pulls into my driveway and all 8 of us get out.
Gerard groans “We need a bigger car man.”
We all nod in agreement.
I pull out my keys and unlock the door. They follow me in the extremely clean living room.
“Mom?”
I hear her walk out of the kitchen “Oh! I didn’t know you were bringing friends over.”
“Sorry um… can I talk to you?”
“Of course Ry-baby.”
I blush at the ridiculous nickname. We go into her room quickly.
“Ok, we don’t have school tomorrow and they want me to spend the night with them like watch movies and stuff, ya know?”
Her eyes widen and she lets out an excited screech, the reason I pulled her into another room, “Like a slumber party?”
“Not exactly… anyway is that ok with you?”
“Of course!”
We walk back into the room I nod, letting them know she’s fine with it.
“So you’ll need to pack some clothes dear. Don’t forget jammies and socks, and take an extra pair of boxers and your tooth brush and-” My face is scarlet.
“MOM!” I glare at her. She giggles and walks into the kitchen.
I scratch the back of my head nervously “Uh, so I’ll be right back…”
I hurry to my room and throw clothes onto my bed. I hear a light rap on the door.
“Yeah?” My voice gets hoarse.
“Can I come in?” the melodic voice of Brendon Urie floats through my door.
“Sure.”
He walks in “I just came to make sure you got that extra pair of underwear.” He grins.
My face warms again “Sh-shut up!”
He licks his lips. Not seductively, but still.
“I’m just kidding mom can get,” he takes a step in my direction “ya know.”
I nod “Yeah, I know.”
He grins again “Boxers or briefs.”
Will you stop making me blush?
I just shake my head. He stands maybe an inch from me and pulls me in a totally not-just-friends-hug. I melt in his arms. He still hasn’t let go. He slowly pulls away and pushes my bangs out of my face. My lips tremble. He leans closer and kisses my forehead. He give me a gorgeous smile.
“So do you need any help?”
“Um can you hand me that big bag over there?” I point to my nightmare clothes bag.
He picks it up and shrieks “Oh my god!”
I smile “Nightmare fan?”
“More like obsessive.”
We talk about the amazing Tim Burton film as we shove my clothes into the bag. I collect my tooth brush, iPod, hairbrush, and a few other things and I’m ready for the night. Before we leave he stops me in my bedroom, making my lips tremble again.
“Since I know your answer is boxers,” he smiles “I wear boxers too.” We giggle down the stairs.
We finally make it to his house after all of mom’s babbling. We get out and go inside. The smell of stale beer and pot fill my nose instantly. The house is covered in whole and broken beer bottles, trash, and old food. It makes my stomach turn. A too-skinny, sunken eyed woman with very thin hair is sitting in the chair in front of the television. Brendon goes over to her. Gerard taps on my shoulder and motions for me to go down the hall. We enter Brendon’s room which is the opposite of the rest of the house. I look around at the others questioningly.
Patrick frowns “His mom has… issues. I can’t tell you much because its not my business, ya know?”
“That’s cool I totally respect that. Does he have a dad?”
Spencer lets out a small snort of laughter “He’s on an island he owns. He didn’t think he should stick around for his sons life so he took all of his money, and the little bit she had a ran.”
Anger hits me suddenly “What the fuck!”
“SHHH!” Andy covers my mouth “I know its messed up but there is absolutely no yelling when she’s home.”
I nod as he removes his fingers from covering my lips. Soon after, Brendon enters the room with tears welling in his eyes. His eyes show his emotions.
Hurt.
Anger.
Frustration.
Guilt.
He sits on the edge of his bed, clutching a pillow, trying to hide the tears pouring from his heart. Everyone else looks away and doesn’t acknowledge it. I know they feel bad what they don’t seem to know how to help. I take in a breath and walk over. I sit beside him and hug him tightly. He drops the pillow and hugs back. His tears quickly wet my shirt, but I don’t care.
“I begged her not to go!” he sobs.
Completely confused I ask, “Go where honey?”
“To meet up with her supplier and walk the streets!” he pulls me closer.
I run my fingers through his hair “I’m so sorry Brendon…”
Everyone else slips out of the room, once they’ve decided I have it taken care of.
He cries more and more. And I don’t leave his side. I discover many things about Brendon’s life.
1. His mother is a prostitute.
2. He’s tried committing suicide many times.
3. He contacted his father and told him about the conditions in which he was living. He sent him a dollar and wrote a small note that said “It’s not my fault she’s a slut. Never contact me again.”
4. He was never in pee-wee baseball. He just sat and watched the other children.
5. His mother not only smokes pot. There’s meth and other things involved.
6. He’s gay.
He stops crying and apologizes for drenching my shirt. I giggle and tell him it’s no problem.
He wipes his eyes “I can’t believe I told you all that stuff… no one knows about the suicide thing… or the gay thing…”
“Really?”
He nods “Yeah. So can this stay between us?”
I smile kindly and nod “Of course.”
“Since you know everything about me… can you tell me a little about you?”
I tell him that my room is my sanctuary. That I dread school because of all the people. I tell him that I’m failing PE. I tell him that I have a dad, but he’s always on “business trips”. I tell him that he’s the first friend I’ve ever had. I tell him that I’ve tried to kill myself too. I tell him that I went to the hospital for a large cut on my wrist that I blamed on a stray cat. I tell him that I could have died from that cut. I tell him of the years I barely looked at food. And I tell him that I’m gay. And I beg him to keep it all between us. He gladly agrees.
He hugs me tightly “I have another secret to tell you.”
I look at him.
He leans close to my ear “You’ve just become my best friend.”
I smile “Really?”
“Yeah.”
I stare into his beautiful eyes. Now they show happiness. The butterflies in my stomach go wild. He licks his lips again. He looks hesitant now. He moves closer and waits, as if he’s seeing if I’ll move away. I don’t. I wouldn’t. He smiles shyly then bites his lips. I feel a gravitational pull bring us closer. Our faces are inches away. My heart beats fast. My palms sweat. I scratch the back of my head nervously. Then I feel a pair of warm, soft lips collide against mine. My knees go weak. His fingers intertwine with mine. A tear slips out of his eye and lands on my nose. It runs down between our lips but I don’t want to move. I taste his salty tear and then his tongue.
“Hey guys, wanna go catch a movie or something?” We hear John and quickly pull apart.
I look into his eyes and see no sign of regret.
“Yeah.” He answers “Give us a minute.”
“Ok.” He replies. We hear him walk down the hall.
“I-I’m sorry.” He stammers.
I blush and shuffle my feet “I kissed back.”
He looks into my eyes “Are you sorry?”
I stare right back into his “No.”
He smiles “Me either.”
After watching the new Alice in Wonderland, an amazing movie, we go to a late night pizza place. The whole time everyone looks from me to Brendon and so on. Apparently I’m not the only one that notices the odd tension between Brendon and I. Andy questions Brendon, who merely shrugs it off.
When we return to Brendon’s house his mom is there… with a man. Brendon turns pale and asks us to go to his room but we still hear the screaming.
“MOM you said you were done with doing that shit here! I have friends over! What the fuck?”
“I’m the adult here.” She slurs “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. “
I hear that he’s crying in his voice “Who the fuck is he anyways? He could be some psychotic murderer with an STD and you’re fucking him for drug money! Do you like living this way? And what about me? I’m your fucking kid! So dad bailed SO WHAT! That’s when you’re supposed to fucking stand up and dust yourself off!”
Andy tells us to pack our stuff and get some clothes for Brendon.
We hear a loud BOOM. Everyone’s eyes widen. I’m not gonna fucking sit here and listen to this. I run out the door with Gerard behind me.
“Honey come back.”
I shake my head and run to the living room. There is a big hole in the wall where Brendon’s head was just shoved into. His mom is punching him. She picks up a beer bottle. I run between them.
“Stop!” the bottle hits my head.
I wake up in Brendon’s car in the back seat with him. Gerard and Patrick dropped everyone else at Andy’s.
“He’s awake!” Brendon yells then he looks at me “What the fuck were you thinking?”
I feel my head. Its covered in dried blood and is very sore.
“We’re going to the ER. We’re meeting your mother there.” Patrick fills me in “The story for your mother is you fell beside a table, hit it with your leg and a glass fell on your head. Of course the doc will know the truth.”
“Isn’t he required to tell her?”
“Nah, Steve is cool. He’s an older friend of ours.”
I nod, feeling Brendon’s eyes on me “I’m sorry ok! I just couldn’t just listen to her yell at you and I couldn’t just stick my head in the sand when she shoved your head into the wall!”
His eyes water and he pulls me into a hug “That could have killed you!”
I look down “She could have killed you.”
Gerard smiles “Ok, he helped you, get over it.”
Brendon sighs “That’s not the point!”
Patrick rolls his eyes “It’s all ok now so just be happy everyone’s ok.”
I groan.
“What?” they ask.
“My mom.”
Steve stitches up my head while asking me questions about myself. Then my mom comes in.
“Ry-baby are ok? The boys told me what happened. Oh there’s blood all over my Ry-baby’s head!”
“Mom! Please just shut up!” I thank Steve for helping me, for free.
Brendon hugs me tightly as soon as I leave the room. I hug back with equal force. Everyone stares at us.
It’s official. I’m in love.
Mom refuses to let me go anywhere else tonight. Brendon asks if he can come over. Mom smiles and agrees.
In the backseat of my mom’s car, we can’t talk about what happened. So we listen to the radio quietly and make dull small talk with mom. We get home and go to my room. I turn on the light and kick my shoes off. He does the same. Blood is all over my shirt and my hair is matted to my head. I’m afraid to hurt my head. He smiles and hugs me again, obviously not giving a damn about the fact that I’m pretty bloody.
“Do you need help washing your hair?” he reads my mind.
“I uh…”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckles.
We walk into the bathroom.
“OK, take off your shirt… I think its trash now man…”
I nod and slowly reveal my pain skinny torso.
I lean over the bathtub to let him wash out my hair. He frowns.
“I don’t think it would be a good idea like that. I can’t see the stitches.”
I end up sitting in the bathtub wearing short, like a child.
He chuckles at my expression and fills a blue plastic cup with warm water and pours it over my head. After he wets it he, very gently, puts shampoo in my head and lathers it onto the rest of it. He doesn’t hurt me at all. Then he carefully rinses my hair. He leaves the room so I can dress. When I’m done I go to my room. He’s sitting on my bed, smiling at a drawing I put on the wall. I did it. He looks over at me.
“Did you do that?”
I nod shyly.
He stands up “It’s really good.” He pulls my hand into his “Thank you, SO much for talking to me instead of leaving my alone. Thank you for pretty much saving me.”
I hug him “It’s no problem. You’re a great guy you don’t deserve that bullshit.”
He smiles and hugs tighter.
We sit down and put The Nightmare Before Christmas in.
Neither of us is watching it. I look over at him and bite my lip. He looks back. I want with every fiber of my being to kiss those lips. But I swallow the urge. But he doesn’t. He leans over and presses his slightly wet lips to mine. I lay back on my pillows and he lies beside me. I look up into his eyes before we kiss again. His warm fingers caress my cheek as our tongues dance between our mouths. I wrap my arms around his neck. He grins at me and kisses my neck, a new and exciting feeling for me. I giggle shyly. He lets out a small laugh and pulls away looking into my eyes.
“You sure you’ve never kissed before? Cause you’re good at it.”
I blush “You too.”
“You’re an amazing hugger, is it odd that I like hugs more than like sex and stuff?”
“I don’t think so. I love hugs too. But I don’t know about the sex thing…”
He smiles “Trust me. Save it for the right person. I didn’t. I was sick of being a virgin, and I found out that it isn’t worth it.”
“What if the right person doesn’t like me?”
“If he’s the right person, he’ll love you.”
I smile “So we’ve kissed a few times now… what does that mean?”
“I like you. I knew the second you walked in the office blushing. At first I thought it was just a physical attraction, but now that I know you… it’s much more. I understand if that’s too fast… You’re just so sweet and caring and…” He blushes “Sorry I’m rambling…”
I smile at him “I like you too. You didn’t judge me the second you met me. You asked if a stupid rumor was true instead of being a dick. It does seem a little fast but tonight we went through so much.”
He smiles “I agree. How about we just stay friends for a while and see how things go?”
I nod “Good idea.”
He gives me a light kiss.
I giggle “Friends don’t kiss friends.”
He frowns “Shit, you’re right.”
“Let try to figure it out in the morning. I’m tired.”
He nods in agreement and kisses me again. I raise my eyebrows.
He smiles innocently, “You said we’d figure it ut in the morning.”
I smile back, “That I did.”
We share my bed for the night, mostly because my floor is highly uncomfortable. Nightmare is set to repeat all night. We talk and smile and kiss and hug and hold hands and kiss more until we finally drift off to sleep.
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Lunch is chicken nuggets, cold fries and mutant green beans. I barely eat any of it. Brendon sits on my right, and on my other side are Patrick and Gerard. Mikey, Andy, Spencer and John are in front of us. Patrick and Gerard are having a separate conversation. Mikey looks over at me and smiles.
“So Ryan, you’re pretty quiet.”
I nod “Yeah.”
“Are you like anorexic or something?” he asks.
His elder brother, Gerard, gives him a glare.
“Not anymore.” I answer honestly.
Gerard smiles at me, “I was too.”
I smile back “Food tastes good, huh?”
He chuckles “Damn right!”
The bell rings and we’re forced to drag our feet to the next class.
After school I meet up with Brendon, and everyone else at his car. He smiles at me and grabs my arm to pull me out of earshot.
“Ok, I know we have to do the tutoring thing today. But can you call your mom and ask if you can stay the night with me. We’re out of school tomorrow anyways. But the guys want to get to know you more and so do I” a grin stretches his lips “But of course, it’s up to you.”
Do I want to hang out with you? DUH!
“I’ll have to get cloths and ask mom.”
He nods. We all pack up in the car, Brendon tells them I get shotgun. I smile. He pulls into my driveway and all 8 of us get out.
Gerard groans “We need a bigger car man.”
We all nod in agreement.
I pull out my keys and unlock the door. They follow me in the extremely clean living room.
“Mom?”
I hear her walk out of the kitchen “Oh! I didn’t know you were bringing friends over.”
“Sorry um… can I talk to you?”
“Of course Ry-baby.”
I blush at the ridiculous nickname. We go into her room quickly.
“Ok, we don’t have school tomorrow and they want me to spend the night with them like watch movies and stuff, ya know?”
Her eyes widen and she lets out an excited screech, the reason I pulled her into another room, “Like a slumber party?”
“Not exactly… anyway is that ok with you?”
“Of course!”
We walk back into the room I nod, letting them know she’s fine with it.
“So you’ll need to pack some clothes dear. Don’t forget jammies and socks, and take an extra pair of boxers and your tooth brush and-” My face is scarlet.
“MOM!” I glare at her. She giggles and walks into the kitchen.
I scratch the back of my head nervously “Uh, so I’ll be right back…”
I hurry to my room and throw clothes onto my bed. I hear a light rap on the door.
“Yeah?” My voice gets hoarse.
“Can I come in?” the melodic voice of Brendon Urie floats through my door.
“Sure.”
He walks in “I just came to make sure you got that extra pair of underwear.” He grins.
My face warms again “Sh-shut up!”
He licks his lips. Not seductively, but still.
“I’m just kidding mom can get,” he takes a step in my direction “ya know.”
I nod “Yeah, I know.”
He grins again “Boxers or briefs.”
Will you stop making me blush?
I just shake my head. He stands maybe an inch from me and pulls me in a totally not-just-friends-hug. I melt in his arms. He still hasn’t let go. He slowly pulls away and pushes my bangs out of my face. My lips tremble. He leans closer and kisses my forehead. He give me a gorgeous smile.
“So do you need any help?”
“Um can you hand me that big bag over there?” I point to my nightmare clothes bag.
He picks it up and shrieks “Oh my god!”
I smile “Nightmare fan?”
“More like obsessive.”
We talk about the amazing Tim Burton film as we shove my clothes into the bag. I collect my tooth brush, iPod, hairbrush, and a few other things and I’m ready for the night. Before we leave he stops me in my bedroom, making my lips tremble again.
“Since I know your answer is boxers,” he smiles “I wear boxers too.” We giggle down the stairs.
We finally make it to his house after all of mom’s babbling. We get out and go inside. The smell of stale beer and pot fill my nose instantly. The house is covered in whole and broken beer bottles, trash, and old food. It makes my stomach turn. A too-skinny, sunken eyed woman with very thin hair is sitting in the chair in front of the television. Brendon goes over to her. Gerard taps on my shoulder and motions for me to go down the hall. We enter Brendon’s room which is the opposite of the rest of the house. I look around at the others questioningly.
Patrick frowns “His mom has… issues. I can’t tell you much because its not my business, ya know?”
“That’s cool I totally respect that. Does he have a dad?”
Spencer lets out a small snort of laughter “He’s on an island he owns. He didn’t think he should stick around for his sons life so he took all of his money, and the little bit she had a ran.”
Anger hits me suddenly “What the fuck!”
“SHHH!” Andy covers my mouth “I know its messed up but there is absolutely no yelling when she’s home.”
I nod as he removes his fingers from covering my lips. Soon after, Brendon enters the room with tears welling in his eyes. His eyes show his emotions.
Hurt.
Anger.
Frustration.
Guilt.
He sits on the edge of his bed, clutching a pillow, trying to hide the tears pouring from his heart. Everyone else looks away and doesn’t acknowledge it. I know they feel bad what they don’t seem to know how to help. I take in a breath and walk over. I sit beside him and hug him tightly. He drops the pillow and hugs back. His tears quickly wet my shirt, but I don’t care.
“I begged her not to go!” he sobs.
Completely confused I ask, “Go where honey?”
“To meet up with her supplier and walk the streets!” he pulls me closer.
I run my fingers through his hair “I’m so sorry Brendon…”
Everyone else slips out of the room, once they’ve decided I have it taken care of.
He cries more and more. And I don’t leave his side. I discover many things about Brendon’s life.
1. His mother is a prostitute.
2. He’s tried committing suicide many times.
3. He contacted his father and told him about the conditions in which he was living. He sent him a dollar and wrote a small note that said “It’s not my fault she’s a slut. Never contact me again.”
4. He was never in pee-wee baseball. He just sat and watched the other children.
5. His mother not only smokes pot. There’s meth and other things involved.
6. He’s gay.
He stops crying and apologizes for drenching my shirt. I giggle and tell him it’s no problem.
He wipes his eyes “I can’t believe I told you all that stuff… no one knows about the suicide thing… or the gay thing…”
“Really?”
He nods “Yeah. So can this stay between us?”
I smile kindly and nod “Of course.”
“Since you know everything about me… can you tell me a little about you?”
I tell him that my room is my sanctuary. That I dread school because of all the people. I tell him that I’m failing PE. I tell him that I have a dad, but he’s always on “business trips”. I tell him that he’s the first friend I’ve ever had. I tell him that I’ve tried to kill myself too. I tell him that I went to the hospital for a large cut on my wrist that I blamed on a stray cat. I tell him that I could have died from that cut. I tell him of the years I barely looked at food. And I tell him that I’m gay. And I beg him to keep it all between us. He gladly agrees.
He hugs me tightly “I have another secret to tell you.”
I look at him.
He leans close to my ear “You’ve just become my best friend.”
I smile “Really?”
“Yeah.”
I stare into his beautiful eyes. Now they show happiness. The butterflies in my stomach go wild. He licks his lips again. He looks hesitant now. He moves closer and waits, as if he’s seeing if I’ll move away. I don’t. I wouldn’t. He smiles shyly then bites his lips. I feel a gravitational pull bring us closer. Our faces are inches away. My heart beats fast. My palms sweat. I scratch the back of my head nervously. Then I feel a pair of warm, soft lips collide against mine. My knees go weak. His fingers intertwine with mine. A tear slips out of his eye and lands on my nose. It runs down between our lips but I don’t want to move. I taste his salty tear and then his tongue.
“Hey guys, wanna go catch a movie or something?” We hear John and quickly pull apart.
I look into his eyes and see no sign of regret.
“Yeah.” He answers “Give us a minute.”
“Ok.” He replies. We hear him walk down the hall.
“I-I’m sorry.” He stammers.
I blush and shuffle my feet “I kissed back.”
He looks into my eyes “Are you sorry?”
I stare right back into his “No.”
He smiles “Me either.”
After watching the new Alice in Wonderland, an amazing movie, we go to a late night pizza place. The whole time everyone looks from me to Brendon and so on. Apparently I’m not the only one that notices the odd tension between Brendon and I. Andy questions Brendon, who merely shrugs it off.
When we return to Brendon’s house his mom is there… with a man. Brendon turns pale and asks us to go to his room but we still hear the screaming.
“MOM you said you were done with doing that shit here! I have friends over! What the fuck?”
“I’m the adult here.” She slurs “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. “
I hear that he’s crying in his voice “Who the fuck is he anyways? He could be some psychotic murderer with an STD and you’re fucking him for drug money! Do you like living this way? And what about me? I’m your fucking kid! So dad bailed SO WHAT! That’s when you’re supposed to fucking stand up and dust yourself off!”
Andy tells us to pack our stuff and get some clothes for Brendon.
We hear a loud BOOM. Everyone’s eyes widen. I’m not gonna fucking sit here and listen to this. I run out the door with Gerard behind me.
“Honey come back.”
I shake my head and run to the living room. There is a big hole in the wall where Brendon’s head was just shoved into. His mom is punching him. She picks up a beer bottle. I run between them.
“Stop!” the bottle hits my head.
I wake up in Brendon’s car in the back seat with him. Gerard and Patrick dropped everyone else at Andy’s.
“He’s awake!” Brendon yells then he looks at me “What the fuck were you thinking?”
I feel my head. Its covered in dried blood and is very sore.
“We’re going to the ER. We’re meeting your mother there.” Patrick fills me in “The story for your mother is you fell beside a table, hit it with your leg and a glass fell on your head. Of course the doc will know the truth.”
“Isn’t he required to tell her?”
“Nah, Steve is cool. He’s an older friend of ours.”
I nod, feeling Brendon’s eyes on me “I’m sorry ok! I just couldn’t just listen to her yell at you and I couldn’t just stick my head in the sand when she shoved your head into the wall!”
His eyes water and he pulls me into a hug “That could have killed you!”
I look down “She could have killed you.”
Gerard smiles “Ok, he helped you, get over it.”
Brendon sighs “That’s not the point!”
Patrick rolls his eyes “It’s all ok now so just be happy everyone’s ok.”
I groan.
“What?” they ask.
“My mom.”
Steve stitches up my head while asking me questions about myself. Then my mom comes in.
“Ry-baby are ok? The boys told me what happened. Oh there’s blood all over my Ry-baby’s head!”
“Mom! Please just shut up!” I thank Steve for helping me, for free.
Brendon hugs me tightly as soon as I leave the room. I hug back with equal force. Everyone stares at us.
It’s official. I’m in love.
Mom refuses to let me go anywhere else tonight. Brendon asks if he can come over. Mom smiles and agrees.
In the backseat of my mom’s car, we can’t talk about what happened. So we listen to the radio quietly and make dull small talk with mom. We get home and go to my room. I turn on the light and kick my shoes off. He does the same. Blood is all over my shirt and my hair is matted to my head. I’m afraid to hurt my head. He smiles and hugs me again, obviously not giving a damn about the fact that I’m pretty bloody.
“Do you need help washing your hair?” he reads my mind.
“I uh…”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckles.
We walk into the bathroom.
“OK, take off your shirt… I think its trash now man…”
I nod and slowly reveal my pain skinny torso.
I lean over the bathtub to let him wash out my hair. He frowns.
“I don’t think it would be a good idea like that. I can’t see the stitches.”
I end up sitting in the bathtub wearing short, like a child.
He chuckles at my expression and fills a blue plastic cup with warm water and pours it over my head. After he wets it he, very gently, puts shampoo in my head and lathers it onto the rest of it. He doesn’t hurt me at all. Then he carefully rinses my hair. He leaves the room so I can dress. When I’m done I go to my room. He’s sitting on my bed, smiling at a drawing I put on the wall. I did it. He looks over at me.
“Did you do that?”
I nod shyly.
He stands up “It’s really good.” He pulls my hand into his “Thank you, SO much for talking to me instead of leaving my alone. Thank you for pretty much saving me.”
I hug him “It’s no problem. You’re a great guy you don’t deserve that bullshit.”
He smiles and hugs tighter.
We sit down and put The Nightmare Before Christmas in.
Neither of us is watching it. I look over at him and bite my lip. He looks back. I want with every fiber of my being to kiss those lips. But I swallow the urge. But he doesn’t. He leans over and presses his slightly wet lips to mine. I lay back on my pillows and he lies beside me. I look up into his eyes before we kiss again. His warm fingers caress my cheek as our tongues dance between our mouths. I wrap my arms around his neck. He grins at me and kisses my neck, a new and exciting feeling for me. I giggle shyly. He lets out a small laugh and pulls away looking into my eyes.
“You sure you’ve never kissed before? Cause you’re good at it.”
I blush “You too.”
“You’re an amazing hugger, is it odd that I like hugs more than like sex and stuff?”
“I don’t think so. I love hugs too. But I don’t know about the sex thing…”
He smiles “Trust me. Save it for the right person. I didn’t. I was sick of being a virgin, and I found out that it isn’t worth it.”
“What if the right person doesn’t like me?”
“If he’s the right person, he’ll love you.”
I smile “So we’ve kissed a few times now… what does that mean?”
“I like you. I knew the second you walked in the office blushing. At first I thought it was just a physical attraction, but now that I know you… it’s much more. I understand if that’s too fast… You’re just so sweet and caring and…” He blushes “Sorry I’m rambling…”
I smile at him “I like you too. You didn’t judge me the second you met me. You asked if a stupid rumor was true instead of being a dick. It does seem a little fast but tonight we went through so much.”
He smiles “I agree. How about we just stay friends for a while and see how things go?”
I nod “Good idea.”
He gives me a light kiss.
I giggle “Friends don’t kiss friends.”
He frowns “Shit, you’re right.”
“Let try to figure it out in the morning. I’m tired.”
He nods in agreement and kisses me again. I raise my eyebrows.
He smiles innocently, “You said we’d figure it ut in the morning.”
I smile back, “That I did.”
We share my bed for the night, mostly because my floor is highly uncomfortable. Nightmare is set to repeat all night. We talk and smile and kiss and hug and hold hands and kiss more until we finally drift off to sleep.
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