Just a summer thing - A Folklore Love Triangle

POV: Augustine

James stayed all day and night Sunday too, we spent it at the beach again. I drove him into town and dropped him off a block away from the school. He kissed me before getting out of the car and I hugged him for a couple minutes. He said he had to go, so I let him. I went to work and replayed our weekend together in my head, over and over. I cancelled my plans for after work that I had with my family, just in case he calls. He never said he would, but he never said he wouldn't. I wonder if Betty and him will work things out.

-Tuesday, noon-

He didn't call yesterday, and still hasn't yet. But I know his last day of school was yesterday. My shift ended a few minutes ago and I'm in the bathroom crying. My phone rings, and it's James.

"I just wanted to check on you. Are you okay? You sound like you're crying."

I laughed. "Yeah, I am captain obvious. Thanks."

"Meet me behind the mall." He said. "I'll be there and you're taking me home. Your home, I mean. See you in a few." He hung up before I could say anything.

I waited behind the mall, and he pulled up in his dad's car. He left it in the parking lot and we made out up against the back of the mall. I smiled and hugged him, and he kissed my forehead again. I took him to my place and we spent all day getting to know everything about each other. I loved spending time with him so much. It was like sparks flying everywhere, yet so calm at the same time. Peaceful, and fun. We danced around throughout my kitchen, passing the wine between us.

"Oh yeah, those dance moves would win America's Got Talent for sure." I said, laughing as I fell into his arms.

He laughed and sat the wine on the counter. "Yeah, nobody can dance as good as us." I stopped and stared for a moment. I'd never considered myself an "us" with anyone before.

"Yeah, nobody is as good as us." I said with a smile, my eyes beaming up at him.

He said he was tired, so we went to bed. I fell asleep in his arms, getting used to the feeling of the warmth from his body and the tracing of his fingers across my skin. I dreamed about us falling in love. Us. I really like that word.

-Friday, 8am-

James spent the last 3 nights at my house, and we slept together every night. It was good, it felt right. But I hoped for him it was more than just that part. At 7:30am we left my house, because he said he needed to go home or his dad would kill him. I dropped him off, waving as he went inside. I smiled looking at the rust on his door. I never would've known where driving by here 7 days ago would lead.

I went to work, and spent the whole weekend hoping James would call. He didn't, but I knew he would soon. He's probably just trying to get his dad to let him out of the house again.