Lessons On Kissing Guys (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 12

Obviously, my tickling can't just be laughed off a little. It ends up in a tickling war. A tickling war that continues throughout the evening. All evening, Blair and I use every opportunity we can to scare each other. And each and every time, it ends up in a tickle war.

I’ll admit, it’s probably the most fun I’ve had in a long, long time.

We end up eating a pizza takeout, and then watching a movie. I don’t really pay any attention to the movie, but by the end of it, I’m rubbing my eyes, yawns escaping my lips every few minutes. As if taking the hint, Blair turns off the TV, just as the credits come on, before taking my hand and leading me upstairs.

I know that he wants me to come into his room again, but instead, I detach myself from him, gently removing my hand from his, before pecking his lips quickly and retreating to my room, only a couple of doors down from his.

Turning around quickly, I smile a little. “Good night, Blair.”

He smiles back at me, although I can see the sadness in his eyes that makes me feel guilty for not going with him, although I don’t think I can permanently sleep in his room just yet. I’m pretty sure that was just a one off. But who knows... maybe someday.

In my room, I decide that despite it being gone midnight, it’s time for me to start looking up jobs in the area. I know, I know, I’m actually going to be getting a job. Or at least trying.

Getting my new laptop from where I put it on the bedside table, I make myself comfortable, with my back against the headboard, and the laptop resting on my legs, before opening it up and beginning my search for a new job. Honestly though, within ten minutes, I find myself completely bored of searching.

So far, all the jobs I have found have been slightly too far, not given a good enough salary, or just something I’d never really want to do. Sighing, I spend another half hour or so searching, before something that vaguely interests me comes up.

It’s a job at a camera store, that I think I’ve noticed nearby on the high street. They’re looking for someone quite young, able to take good photos if needed (for things like parties or family photo shoots), able to develop film, and also able to edit video footage professionally, from things like weddings or parties.

It sounds like a stupid idea that I, of all people, would choose to work in a camera store. Yet, it’s something I’m interested in. Although, by the looks of it, there’re a few things I’m gonna need before applying.

Shit.

I eventually decide it’s time to go to sleep, somewhere around three in the morning. Closing my eyes, I find sleep hidden around a short corner, and it doesn’t take too long before I’m drifting off, letting all thoughts escape me.

Waking up, it takes me a moment to register where I am and what’s going on. I’m still not used to this let’s-move-in-with-Blair situation. I honestly never really thought I’d end up moving in with a guy, so it makes sense that this is still crazy to me. And I definitely never thought that I’d end up moving in with a guy who insists he likes me and just fucks with my mind all the time.

Honestly, I’m still so confused about everything. Everything. And I think all I need is a bit of space to let my mind understand all this shit that’s happening, yet I also kind of know that I like it here. I life this feeling of safety and feeling secure yet I just don’t know what’s going on in my mind at all right now.

Pushing away all thoughts – honestly, I’ve been thinking way too much recently – I get out of bed, slipping on a top and some jeans, which sit loosely on my hips. I grab the laptop from the side, jotting down the address of the camera shop, even though I think I know roughly where it is, before putting the post-it note on my bedside table and the laptop on my lap, immediately opening up the internet to search for a video editing program.