A Very Gay Highschool Story

Singing For Him

Quentin

The streets were empty as I drove to his house. I probably should have been asleep, but I felt something was wrong, and I was right. I knew that his parents and Uncle didn't die peacefully, I saw the news. He, in some way, witnessed both incidents, and that can take a toll on someone. I arrive at his complex, grab my bag, and walk to the door.

Me: Buzz me in?

Peter: Doing it.

He buzzes me in and I go up to his floor, then to his apartment. I knock on the door and he opens. He looked freaked and he was holding a cup of tea. He let me in. We went into his room after he finished his tea. He laid in his bed and I laid next to him.

"Sing." Peter requested. "Please."

"Okay." I say, then start to sing. "Mademoiselles... you and me pal... second bottle... Ah, she looks for me... Bonnet flapping... yapping... Ruff! Chicken... Pastry... Yes she looks for me– good. Let her look for me, to tell me why she left me– as I always knew she would. I had thought she understood. They have never understood, and no reason that they should. But if anybody could... Finishing the hat, how you have to finish the hat. How you watch the rest of the world– From a window. While you finish the hat. Mapping out a sky. What you feel like planning a sky. What you feel when voices that come through the window, go. Until they distance and die, until there's nothing but sky

"And how you're always turning back too late, From the grass or the stick Or the dog or the light, how the kind of woman willing to wait's Not the kind that you want to find waiting To return you to the night, Dizzy from the height, Coming from the hat, Studying the hat, Entering the world of the hat, Reaching through the world of the hat Like a window. Back to this one from that. Studying a face, Stepping back to look at a face Leaves a little space in the way like a window, But to see - it's the only way to see.

"And when the woman that you wanted goes, You can say to yourself, 'Well, I give what I give.' But the women who won't wait for you knows That, however you live, There's a part of you always standing by, Mapping out the sky, Finishing a hat... Starting on a hat. Finishing a hat... Look, I made a hat... Where there never was a hat."

"You have such a beautiful voice." Peter sleepily says.

"Thank you." I thank.

"'s one of the reasons why I like you." He says half asleep, and I freeze. "And the fact that at one am, I can text you, and you help me. You're selfless. I like you." 

Then he was out like a light. I stayed awake a bit longer, processing what Peter admitted to me. He liked me back. What are the chances? We both like each other, and all it took was a half asleep Peter to let it slip. I wrap my arms around Peter and I fall asleep, holding him close to my chest. 

The next morning I wake up, Peter was still in my arms, but he was facing me. He was so close that I could kiss him, but I wouldn't. I want to, but I'm not that type of person. I won't kiss him in his sleep until we have an established relationship with each other.  I watched as he woke up and processed our position. I took my chances, and kissed  him. He didn't fight me, but he kissed me back. He kissed me back!

"Good morning." I say once we pulled away.

"Definitely." He says.