The Boy in the Hall

Chapter 6

*** This is where it starts to get more interesting***

Ty's P.O.V

Samara and I walk to my house after school. We don't say anything to each other we just walk in complete silence. She stares at the sidewalk avoiding my looks at her. I want so badly to say something to her and I hope she says something, anything. We say nothing the entire time. I open up the door to my house minutes later.

"Hey mom, I'm home!" I shout like I always do.

"Hey, how was school?" My mom asks coming from the kitchen

"Great!"

"Who's your friend?" She says pointing to Samara

"This is Samara Kissinger, we are partners for an English assignment" I explain .

"Oh, what on?" My mom asks Samara.

"Romeo and Juliet," she replies and I look at Samara. I have never heard her speak so loud before.

" I did Romeo and Juliet in high school, which scene did you get?"

"The one where they both die," Samara says and my mom shows me a worried look as I kick off my shoes and head up to my room with Samara.

"Keep your door open," my mother hollers after me

"Yeah," I say closing it quietly "so"

"She seems really nice," comments Samara

"It's because your here, when we're alone she beats me," I say making a stupid face and fake crying. She giggles. "So," I say snapping back into reality and Samara giggles some more "what first?"

" Mr. Davies said to get to know each other, we should start there."

"Okay, I'll ask you a question and you ask me one," I say as I sit down on my bed. Samara stands there awkwardly and I pat a spot on my bed for her to sit. Damn, she's a cutie!

"Okay, first question," she says excitedly while bouncing on my bed.

"What's your favourite colour?" I ask

"Yellow, what's yours?" She asks

"Blue and not like light blue, dark blue, next question"

" How is your family life?" She asks

" Oh, serious question" I say in a stupid voice "Dad left when I was nine." I say normally. "It's just been me and my mom ever since. What about you?"

"Hated by my parents, I have an older sister, Georgia, also not a big fan of mine." She replies quietly.

"Oh right, the cheerleader." I smile.

"Head cheerleader, actually," she says like its painful to say.

"Right, that's got to be tough."

"I don't mind anymore." There is an awkward pause between us.

"Next question" I say trying to break the silence "what do you want to be when you get out of school and why?"

"A writer because I feel like my words can change something, anything for someone. I love letting my feelings flow onto paper like paint on a canvas..." I listen to her with my full attention watching everything she does. They way her mouth forms words and how her eyes sparkle when she says them."Ty?"

"Huh, what?" I say not realizing I was daydreaming

"Sorry I was boring you, wasn't I?"

"Not at all." I grin

"Okay, what about you?" She looks at me attentively.

"What about me?"

"What do you want to be?"

" I don't think I will have to worry about that" I say and she looks very puzzled at me "Next question?"

"Okay, um," she racks  her brain for another question. Greatest fear?" She finally asks after a few moments.

"Dying and Barbra Streisand." I answer without hesitation and shuttering at the thought of Barbra Streisand as the words pass through my lips. "Yours?"

"Dying, and clowns" she pauses "mostly clowns" she says nodding and rocking back and forth slightly. We both start laughing, hard. I stop and she's still laughing like she can't stop.

"You have the cutest laugh!" I say

"Thank you! I thought it sounded dumb, anyways sorry that won't happen again," she says after she is done laughing.

"Why not, I like it and I like you" I say happily.

"I like you too," she replies and looks into my eyes as she leans in. She stops about an inch away from my face just enough for me to say, "you are really fun too"

"Yeah, sure," her eyes set on one destination so she doesn't say much. She kisses me softly on lips and I slowly lay down on my bed as she kisses me harder and she climbs on top of me and just hovers over me, not breaking away from our kiss. I can feel her smile against my mouth as our lips move and our tongues intertwine. She bites my bottom lip and continues to kiss me. Gosh,this feels so amazing! Wait! No! This can't be happening! I cant do this! I break away from our kiss and she stares at me.

"Is something wrong?" She asks surprised that I broke away.

"I can't kiss you, Samara," I look into her beautiful eyes.

"Why not?" She looks sad and disappointed at me.

"Because," I pause. "I'm gay"