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Late Sunday night my parents are in bed and I sit at my desk bored wishing Damien were here, then it dawns on me that I can actually text and ask him to come over now. Reaching for my phone I type
‘I miss you’
‘Can you please come back now?’
Not taking him a full minute Damien replies
‘Lol sure I’m on my way’ and I smile.
Half an hour or so later I hear a light knock on my window, getting up I walk to it. Seeing his smile as soon as I pull the curtain I unlock the window and slide it up. “Only for you I’d climb a tree at night, and you thought I didn’t care,” Damien says as he climbs in. “So you missed me huh?” His eyes move from mine to my lips as he moves closer until I can feel his hands wrap around my waist
Nodding I wrap my arms around his neck, “thanks for coming”
Meeting my lips Damien gently pulls a couple of times, “I can’t stay too long but you’re welcome” we let go and Damien walks to my bed sitting down. “So I was thinking about the money and-” he stops as I’m sitting in my desk chair and asks, “what are you doing?”
“Sitting down?” I reply confused because the action is pretty self explanatory
“No come here,” he reaches out and I hesitantly walk to him. Taking Damien’s hand he pulls me to him and directs me to straddle his lap. Sitting on him we face each other and he smiles, “you don’t have to stop yourself when you want to touch me or be near me, ok? I know you were always afraid to before but things are different now, we’re different now.” After saying that Damien kisses me, as we’re kissing Damien drops back pulling me down with him causing me to laugh.
We lay down facing each other with no space between us, “so what should we do tomorrow?” Damien asks
“What do you mean?”
“I mean we can do anything, is there anything you want to do?” Lay like this and have you look at me like that forever
Grinning I ask, “do you want to go on a date with me?”
“A date?” Damien chuckles and I nod, “Baz you’re such a fucking sap! But yes I’ll go on a date with you.” With the same smile he leans in for another kiss, loving every second of his lips on mine we start to get a bit carried away when he pulls me to him by the waist. Feeling his fingers on my skin, I melt under his touch as he moves his lips to my neck. With our eyes closed Damien and I make out senselessly until we’re interrupted by the ringing phone in his pocket. Sighing he pulls away taking it out “shit it’s my little brother,” he sits up answering as I lay behind him. “Hey you ok?” I watch him as he’s on the phone, “no but I’ll be back soon I promise… sure what do you want? … a slushy J really? … fine I’ll stop at the gas station and pick one up on my way back. Go back to bed.” He finally hangs up and turns to me, “I have to go”
“Okay” I nod sadly. We get out of bed “where should we go for our date tomorrow?”
Damien shrugs, “got any ideas?”
“Not really, you’re probably not interested in what I like so…”
“Baz if you like it then I’m sure I will too,” we walk to the window and he turns to me for a goodnight kiss, not ready to let go I keep kissing him. “Hey we can kiss as much as you want tomorrow”
“Promise?”
“Yes I promise” he opens the window, “I’ll call you when I get home, ok?”
“Okay, good night” he leaves and I’m alone and sad again.
Hearing my 6:30 am alarm the next morning I slowly wake up, with my eyes shut I feel around my bed in my dark room until I find my phone. Once I do, I shut off my alarm and head straight to my texts with Damien
‘Good morning :)’ I hit send then sit up.
For once in my life I get to get out of bed hopeful about my day, with things actually good with Damien I don’t know what more I could ask for. Turning on my bedroom light I rub my eyes trying to wake myself up even more, as I open my closet door my phone dings from the bed. Walking back I pick it up
‘Good morning, how’d you sleep?’
Standing with the phone in my hand I reply ‘really good… how about you?’
‘I’ll let you know when I’m done’ reading the text I don’t get a chance to reply because Damien sends another one, ‘I’ll pick you up at 8 okay?’
Smiling I reply ‘sure sounds great’
Throwing my phone down I walk out of my room heading for the kitchen, when I walk in I find my mom buttering toast, “morning,” I greet her opening the fridge for orange juice.
“Morning honey, want me to make you an egg sandwich?”
“Uh sure, can I shower before I eat it?”
“Of course,” she finally turns to look at me as I stand next to her grabbing a cup from the cabinet, “where’s your morning frown?” She reaches over pinching my cheek, “it’s gone”
“Uh yeah,” I try not to make my happiness obvious, “weird right?”
“I’ll say,” avoiding eye contact with her I put the juice back and carry the cup of OJ to my room.
After a shower and actually trying my best, I walk out of my room to go have breakfast, as soon as my mom lays eyes on me she gasps. “Walter you have to see this, your son combed his hair,” rolling my eyes as I take the plate from her I walk to the table sitting down where my dad is already sitting having breakfast. “And what is that I smell?” She comes close sniffing me while I’m in the chair, “is that cologne? Since when did you wear cologne?”
“Stop being weird,” she moves away walking to the other side of the table sitting across from me, “and I took some from dad.”
“Is there a reason you look so good on a Monday morning?” Yes I want to impress my secret boyfriend
Shaking my head “just trying to make you look good dad,” I reply sarcastically, “aren’t you tired of your son walking your halls looking like a bum every day?” Ignoring my question everyone keeps eating
When they’re done with breakfast my mom and dad prepare to leave, as they’re heading for the door my dad calls out “we’re leaving Ewan sure you don’t need a ride?”
“I’m good I’ll take my bike,”
“Ok bye honey”
“Bye, mom.”
Finally alone I rush to the bathroom brushing my teeth and running my fingers through my hair. Making sure everything is good I sit in the living room scrolling on my phone as I wait.
Realizing it’s almost 8 I grab my bag and sit on the steps waiting, Damien should be here any minute, and I can’t help the stupid smile on my face because I can’t wait to see him.
8:10 am
‘Hey, are you on your way?’
8:19 am
‘Do you want us to be late?’
8:30 am
‘Where are you? Everything ok?’
Pacing back and forth in my front yard as I wait, I realize he either completely forgot me or he’s choosing to not come. What the fuck? Why not tell me you’re not coming? Now I’m so late and my dad’s not going to let me hear the end of it.
Grabbing my bike I open the gate leaving, riding all the way to school as fast as I can I walk in while everyone is in class. Not bothering to go to my class I head to Damien’s first period, standing outside the door I scan the class full of people to find his seat completely empty.
“What the fuck Damien?” I sigh taking out my phone and calling him, the line rings until I’m asked to leave a message and I just hang up.
Texting him again I type
‘Where the fuck are you?’
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