Don't Tell a Soul

Alone with You

He turns on the TV and clicks on Netflix. "You want to watch something?" he asks.

"I mean sure, I thought we were gonna continue the locker room thing..." I said, hoping not to offend him. His expression changed, finally showing some insecurity.

"Yeah I mean can't hang for a little before though." He looks around awkwardly. I can tell he is nervous.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to. If you want to chill like friends that fine. If you wanna fuck, that's fine. I don't wanna put any pressure on you." I say hoping to calm him down. He relaxes and looks at me.

"I wanna do both, I want our friendship back. But also... in the locker room, I don't know what I felt. But whatever it was, it was amazing." He looked deep into my eyes again. Looking into me. Searching for a sign I knew what he was talking about.

"Why not both? We can be friends but have a little more fun sometimes." I was looking forward the fun part, but the friendship scared me. What if it ended the same way? Leaving me feeling completely broken. He smiled and we continued to watch. It grew dark and I started to get tired. My mom knew I was at a "sleepover" and didn't think twice about it. Evan's arm was around me comforting me as my head rest on his shoulder. I looked out the window. At the pitch-black world outside this haven. His body warmed me, making sure I was comfortable. The moon was the only light in the vicinity, the dark room illuminated by the moon. I had lost focus of the movie was now looking at Evan. He was focused on the movie, his jawline strong and full. He had a little scruff over his chin, adding texture to his face. His lips were relaxed, leaving his face in a smile. He looked so innocent right now. I started to think about the locker room situation. How could I have let that happen...? It must have made him miss our friendship. He couldn't be sexually attracted to me. I thought about this as the movie ended. I finally came to a decision; I would let him lead where we go, and I would do pretty much anything.

"So wanna do some weed?" he asks with a chuckle. I look at him, feeling nervous. I wanted to do anything except that. I didn't want to disappoint him though; I was so happy. For once.

"Yeah sure whatever." I said, trying to calm my rapid beating heart. I'd never done any type of drug before, I guess there's a first time for everything. He got up from the couch and walked out of the room through the door next to the couch. I let out the air I had been holding in and groaned. My mom would know... somehow, she would know. I would do or say something stupid and I would get caught. I got off the couch and checked my phone. 20 texts, damn. Was my mom already worried? I checked the texts and shuttered.