In His Arms

Chapter 8: I Want More

"Sam I specifically told you to stay away from that kid. Now you're asking me if you can go on a date with him? I swear it goes in one ear and out the other."

DJ was now lecturing me about Nash. As you can see he's not very happy. I will always know that he tells me lectures because he loves me. I know what you're thinking. If DJ was so upset about going on a date with him why did he let you have dinner in his house? Tell you the truth I lied and explained to him that I was eating at Faith's house. Should I even consider going on a date with Nash this weekend? If only DJ could see Nash from my perspective, and know how he makes me feel. Or this is all just a waste of time and I shouldn't even bother.

"Sam?!" DJ was getting impatient "Are you listening to me?"

"Huh?"I gaze confused.

"Of course you aren't listening. You're like in your own world. This isn't you. Why are you acting like you don't have a care in the world?" DJ crosses his arms.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear what you said earlier."

"I know, because you weren't listening. Instead you were probably planning the outfit for your date with him."

"DJ maybe you're little bit overeating about this situation."

"You're still not listening. NASH SULLIVAN IS A BAD GUY!"

"It's just one time, he won't make a move on me." I lied again. Most likely he'll make an attempt to grab my ass. With the history I have had with guys 2 out of the 6 were gentlemen. The first boy I ever liked gave me a rose on Valentines in 4th grade. In return I gave him an innocent kiss on his smooth cheek. I recall many of our classmates in awe of our new love. The other was my recent relationship. Even though he came on to me strong, I admired his confidence. Which was one the main characteristic that attracted me. I saw him as a passionate man. I fell madly in love with him. I know that I was young. Most people believe, my immature mind could never understand love. Trust me when I say if you had seen me with him you would have known in an instant how my heart melted for him. He made me laugh and cry harder than anyone. But like all the love stories I've read there's always an end. Our end was one of the most tragic days of my life. Between my first and last relationship all the other guys have just been trash. Horney little boys that just wanted to "cop a feel". I'd like to think that Nash is different. I mean the least I could do is give him a chance.

"Do you realize I don't want you hanging around the wrong people. Soon you'll be asking me if you can drink or smoke or get on birth control for god sake!"

I give DJ a disgusted look. "You are blowing this way out of proportion. Will you just think about it and let me know later?"

"I..I don't know, maybe." DJ sighs in disappointment.

My feet point toward the kitchen. "Do you want me cook any thing for you?" By cook I mean microwave.

DJ stands tall and stares into my eyes. At first I thought maybe he was thinking about what he should eat. Finally I realize he was inspecting my behavior. I knew exactly what he was going to say "Sammy did you take your pill this morning?"

"Oh shit"

"Um...is it bad if I say no?" I bite my lip.

He doesn't say a word. Instead he walks to the cabinet, fills up a cup with water, grabs my pills on the top self, and hands it to me. At this point he was disconsolate about my decisions. DJ isn't a yeller and he's not the one to argue until he wins. He gives up and walks away because he knows more bickering is useless. Walking back to his room (still not speaking) he turns off the hallway lights and shuts the door softly. That could have turned out better or maybe less terrible than it was. Left alone I wonder if I had made the right choice. Could it be possible that Nash's allurement and pulchritude is clouding my judgment?