I wake up the next morning, and oh my god. Tonight, I'm going to Matthew's house. What are we gonna do there? The way he was joking around, it made it sound like something more than diner was with gonna be eaten. I can't wait to get out of the door and see Matthew on the bus. I grab just a piece of toast before I leave, and head out of the door. I'm hoping the sight of me with something in my mouth will make Matthew feel something as the bus pulls up to my stop. I try to walk to the bus with as little trips or mishaps as possible, and I hope Matthew's watching me. Stepping up onto the bus, I turn to see Matthew yet again meeting my eyes and I walk to go sit down with him. "Hey, excited for tonight?" I ask, my excitement boosting my confidence. "You know it," he said, showing me his gleaming eyes and smirk. That face could make a person melt to the ground. I can only imagine the things I want to do. "You look good today," he says. I've dressed up some, and I'm showing a bit more skin than usual, and clearly it's working. I swear I see something out of the corner of my eye, but I do my best to try to ignore it. "And you do too, as usual," I remark back. Conversation would be much more engaging if perhaps we were alone in his room, but I can look forward to that later. The rest of the bus ride is pretty much flirty conversation with Matthew and dreaming of him. In fact, the whole day is like that. The whole day Im dreaming about what I'm going to say, the things I'm going to do, and the things I'd like to do. I forgot to turn off my day-dream face whenever I step into my 4th period class. Matthew looks up to see my frosted over eyes and distracted face. "Hey, what's gotten into you?," he shouts, as if no one else is in the room. I immediately snap back into reality, blushing, and I make my way to my seat. Matthew is smiling, joking around with his friends, and I can't help but feel as if the clock is turning too slow, not allowing me to be with Matthew in private quick enough. He can't keep messing with my head like this. He has to have some slight idea of what he's doing to me. I barely can keep conversation with him and his friends and hardly keep up with the class. I'm too distracted. I wish the time would come already, at least so I could stop fretting about all of this. Finally, the bell rings, and I walk out of the class with Matthew and we walk to the bus together, our hands practically holding. We board the bus together, me pushing up in front of him to squeeze through the narrow entrance. I swear I feel something press against me, besides his muscles. I again feel my face heating up and I quickly hurry to my seat. I sit in the window seat this time, with Matthew locking me in from the aisle. I feel sensual yet safe with his muscular arm pressing me against the window. Im supposed to get off at his stop with him and head over to his house. We finally pull up, and his house is just a few down from mine. We walk up the path, and stop at his door. I feel him pull me a bit closer to him before opening the door, and I do my best to pull myself together before I potentially come face to face with his parents. However, I see no parents, only an empty hallway. He leads me inside, and we walk together to his room. To his room. God, I've been fantasizing about this the whole day. His room is just about what you'd expect from a high school boy, but the simpleness of it is somehow attractive to me. He flops down on his bed, and motions for me to do the same. I believe his parents aren't home. They likely won't be until dinner which is in a few hours. A few hours of having Matthew all to myself. I prop my head up on the bed-frame, but Matthew lays down instead. His shirt pulled tight on his torso just a bit, and I could see his muscles pressed against it. I had half a mind to reach over and drag my hands up and down his chest. He turns on some show on his TV, but honestly my mind is racing so much, I don't even notice what it is. We sit and flirtatiously talk for a while, my face probably rose-red. All of a sudden, Matthew puts his arm around me, and I feel as if it's the most natural thing in the world to scoot right up next to him. At this point, one of my hands is distractedly playing with his dark brown hair, only building the tension I can feel growing. Without warning, his free hand pulls me in, the one already around my waist only bringing me closer. Being with him like this feels so natural, and I can't imagine anywhere else in the world I'd rather be. I feel him get up off the bed, leaving me with desire, sitting on his bed. He walks over to the door, and locks it.
