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CHAPTER 2: FRIENDS

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By LittleBuddhaTW

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CHAPTER 2: FRIENDS

I woke up the next morning feeling a little groggy, maybe an after-effect of the pills I'd taken the previous night. After spending a few minutes clearing my head of all the cobwebs and recalling the events of the past twenty-four hours, I suddenly noticed that at some point during the night, Ryan had ended up shifting around on the bed and was currently spooning up behind me, with his arm draped over my chest. I could feel his morning erection pressed up against my butt. I'd never been in a position like this and it definitely made me feel a little awkward, but at the same time, I felt safe and comfortable, other than the fact that I really had to pee. I didn't want to wake him up, however, so I just lay there as still as possible, listening to his soft breathing. Then I heard the door open and the sound of footsteps approaching. My anxiety immediately started building up again as I realized the position we were. I felt whoever had walked into the room crawl up onto the bed, and suddenly Toby's face appeared in front of me, wearing a wry grin ... and, once again, I blushed a deep shade of crimson. "Good morning, sleepy-head ... I see Ryan's got you in one of his famous death grips," he whispered to me, a devilish grin plastered to his face. "Ummm ... uhhh ... I, uh ..." That was about all I could seem to articulate at the moment, feeling incredibly uncomfortable, but at least Toby's expression seemed friendly. "It's okay, man, he always latches on to me when I get the unfortunate privilege of sharing a bed with him. He's a really heavy sleeper, so you can just wrestle yourself away from him and get up if you'd like ... that is unless you'd rather stay here and snuggle with him," he added with a wink. WHAT IS WITH THESE BROTHERS AND THEIR DAMN WINKING?!?! "Ummm ... uhhh ... actually, I kind of have to go pee, so I think I'll get up," I managed to say. With that, I freed myself from Ryan's grip, and he didn't even stir one bit. I walked into the bathroom to relieve myself, and when I came out into the hall, Toby was waiting for me, wearing a wife-beater and white briefs. "Let's go downstairs and get some breakfast. My mom's working today, and Ry probably won't be up for a couple hours," he said to me. I just nodded and smiled, following him down the stairs and into the kitchen. I sat down at the kitchen table while Toby got out a couple of bowls and brought them over to the table with a box of Cocoa Puffs and a carton of milk. "Can I get you some coffee or anything to drink?" he asked. I was never really a coffee drinker, and actually tried to stay away from caffeine as much as I could, because it tended to make me nervous, but as I saw Toby pouring a cup for himself, I decided that I'd have one with him. "Sure, with cream and sugar, please," I told him. He came back to the table, handed me a mug of coffee, and sat down across from me. He poured two bowls of cereal, and while I was only halfway finished with mine, he had already devoured his first bowl and was pouring himself a second. When we'd both finished and he had drained the rest of the milk out of his bowl, he looked up at me with a big grin and a cute milk mustache. "So, what's your story?" he asked me. I wasn't really sure what he meant by that, and I didn't really feel like getting into the story of my life with him, so shrugged and said, "There's really nothing much to tell ... I'm just a high school student and play piano in a pub for a part-time job." "Yeah, that's what you said last night. But there's gotta be more to you than that, huh?" "Not really. I mean, I guess I'm just an average kid. I'm not into sports or anything like you and your brother, and I'm sure you can tell that I'm not really very good in social situations," I replied, trying not to blush again. "Yeah, I kinda noticed that," he giggled. Then he added, "Hey, wanna join me out back for a smoke?" I was kind of surprised to hear this fourteen-year-old freshman kid, who was all athletic and stuff, telling me that he smoked. I told him that I didn't smoke, but I'd join him out back. He fished a pack of Benson & Hedges cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and led me through the sliding glass door, still only wearing his wife-beater and briefs. It was a warm morning, so I guess it didn't matter. It didn't really bother me either, because he was pretty nice to look at. I also discovered that underarm hair came in red too. Again, I caught myself wondering why I was even thinking about that. Like I said, I'd never really paid attention to whether or not people were attractive, either girls or boys ... it seemed as though there were more important things to think about in my life, such as where my next meal was coming from, whether or not my mom and one of her flings would be around to beat on me, and trying to keep up my grades in school and balance all of that with work. It was really a beautiful morning, not a cloud in the sky, and other than the chirping of the birds and the sound of a lawn mower in the distance, it was very quiet and peaceful. We just sat in silence at the patio table, me sipping on my coffee, and Toby smoking his cigarette. After he finished his first one, he lit up a second and looked over toward me. "Don't tell my mom or bro that I smoke. They'd totally have a cow," he said. "No problem," I told him. "My grandmother used to smoke all the time, and the pub where I work is always filled with smoke, so it doesn't bother me." "So you used to live with your grandmother?" he asked me. "Yeah, until I was nine. When she passed away, I went to live with my mom," I answered, hoping that he wouldn't ask too many more questions about my life. "Cool," was all he said, and he went back to sitting quietly and smoking his cigarette. I went back to enjoying the peace of the quiet morning and occasionally glancing at Toby to appreciate his good looks. His reddish brown hair was disheveled from sleeping and his green eyes were sparkling in the sunlight. I'd decided that his freckles were really cute, too. After a few minutes, he caught me looking at him and gave me a big smile, revealing a pair of dimples, something I hadn't noticed before and something his brother didn't have. Being caught looking at him, I quickly turned my head away and started blushing, hoping that I could maintain my composure and not have another anxiety attack. Just then, I heard the sliding glass door open, and Ryan stumbled out and plopped himself down in the chair next to me, holding his own mug of coffee. One look at him told me that he was definitely not a morning person, but he managed to give me a great big smile ... and ANOTHER WINK! "Mornin' Ry, you're up early today," Toby said to his brother. Ryan turned to me and grinned. "Yeah, my personal teddy bear decided to wake up before me, so I wasn't all warm and comfy anymore." After that comment, I think I must've blushed the deepest shade of red imaginable. Not being used to social situations, much less this kind of "brotherly banter," I was starting to feel a tad awkward, and Ryan must have noticed. "I was just teasin' ya, bud. I do that to anything or anyone that gets in bed with me ... I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable." "No, it's okay, really ... it was actually kind of nice," I said, blushing again after I realized what I'd just said. I noticed Toby give Ryan an indecipherable look and another of his devilish little grins. That just made me feel even more uncomfortable and self-conscious. Then Toby jumped in and said, "Well, if he really is cuddly like a teddy bear, Ry, you'll just have to share him with me tonight." With that, Ryan scowled at his brother, and Toby just grinned back at him. Not wanting to get involved in whatever was going on between those two, I just kept my mouth shut and pretended to ignore them. The events of the morning were really starting to freak me out. I wasn't sure if they were teasing me (as kids at school were prone to do), or what else. I just knew it made me feel uncomfortable, yet at the same time, I did like the way Ryan had held me, and the way his mom had gently rubbed my head and neck the night before. I supposed I was really starved for affection, and despite the awkwardness of it all, part of me craved it. No one had ever been affectionate with me since my grandmother died. I didn't quite know how to process all of what was going on in my head, not to mention the strange feelings I got when I noticed how handsome Ryan and Toby were, and the ambiguous comments they'd both made that morning. So, doing what came naturally to me when put into an extremely awkward situation, I just brushed it off and started thinking about my piano playing, and what songs I would perform next week at work. I'd been working on Joni Mitchell's "A Free Man in Paris" lately, and thought that would be a good one to add to my hour-long set list. It was more of a soft rock song than a country song, but I really liked the melody and lyrics, and I thought I sang it pretty well. It was also very upbeat and made me feel good ... sometimes country music could be too depressing (duh!). Ryan broke me out of my reverie, suggesting we all go back inside, get dressed, and figure out what to do for the rest of the day.