Loving You

Chapter 4

PARIS'S POV

It's Saturday night, and Trey and I are upstairs getting ready for Christy's party. Right now Trey was laying on my bed, meddling with my remote controller, and whining about how nothing was on. I roll my eyes and continue my closet search. Usually I would just throw something on and not care, but Aidan was going to be there, and I wanted to impress him. Realizing this I felt a pang of annoyance, but dismissed it when his face popped into my head. God, I can't wait to see him. I want to trace those beautiful features with my finger, I wanted to feel his body flush against mine, I wanted him moaning my name; begging for more. I snap out of my thoughts and blush when I realize I'm hard. Damn, this kid, what is so special about him? I barely even know him.

Sighing and reaching into my closet I pull out one of my favorite shirts; a bold red v-neck, that shows a hint of my pecs, but not much. Reaching in again I pull out some black jeans that fit me snugly. As I begin getting undressed I hear Trey snort from his position on the bed.

"Man, I might be bi, but I don't want to your ugly body." He lifts his eyebrow and pulls himself up into a sitting position, his legs crossed, and tilts his head. I flip him the bird and finish pulling off my clothes.

Trey snorts and falls back on the bed." No thank, I don't want your nasty dick anywhere near me. All the places that thing is been. Christy being one." He rolls over onto his side, and I laugh as I pull on my pants. Trey gives a chuckle before standing up and stretching. By this time I've put my shit on, and I messing with my hair. Tousled or styled?

"Dude you look fine, stop being such a girl." I look over to Trey and give him a sheepish smile. He smirks and gives me a knowing look. Dammit.

" You're trying to impress Aidan aren't you?" I shrug and look away walking over to where I keep my shoes.

" If I am?" I grab my red vans and pull them on, my hair forgotten. I try to hide my slight blush from Trey as I stand and walk to my dresser.

" Aw! My lilttle Parry is growing. Maybe you'll finally settle down with this one, Aidan's a good guy." He scolds me and I wrinkle my nose.

"I wouldn't know. Maybe." Despite what I say a small smile grows on my face as I think about Aidan being mine. One can wish.

" Whatever Casanova, are you ready? I want to get my party on." Trey pouts playfully, and it's so unlike him I have to laugh. Pulling on a watch and grabbing my phone from it's charger, I nod my head and we begin to make our way downstairs. My house is one of those Victorian style house with along driveway and a porch swing. The house is fairly big, and I guess we had money. Not exactly rich, but not far from it. My dad's an architect and my momna college professor at the local university. We stop by the kitchen to see my dad sitting at the table reading a newspaper and my mom is standing at the stove cooking dinner. They both look up and smile at Trey and I. My mom wipes her hands on her apron and walks over to us.

"Well don't you two look handsome! Going out tonight?" She asks adjusting our clothes and wiping invisible dust off our shoulders. Trey and I look at eachother and my dad just shakes his head. Trey's wearing all white. White v-neck, skinny jeans, jacket, converse, arm band. And I have to admit that it fits him.

"Yeah, Christy's having a party, and Trey's dragging me along." I say and walk over to the refrigerator and open the door. Trey looks as if he's about to protest, but Mom cuts him off.

"Isn't that your girl you just broke up with? You be careful, I have a feeling that that girl is trouble." She wags her finger at us and walks back towards the stove. I roll my eyes and grab an apple. Closing the refrigerator, I walk over and sit across from Dad.