Happenstance (LGBTQ) [Editing]

Seven

Calm down, Elliott. It's just a movie.

If it's just a movie, then why do I feel so nervous sitting beside him? Adam hasn't treated me in any way to make me cautious around him. So why do I feel like my stomach is trying to crawl down into my intestines?

"Elliott. You alright? You're really tense."

"Uh. Uhmm. I'm o-okay." I answer leaning more towards my side.

Adam takes his eyes from the screen and set them on my face. I wonder what my face looks like this second. My cheeks feel warm and inflamed.

"You're really red." He says. That tells me exactly how it looks. Great so I'm blushing. While I thinking in circles Adam puts his large palm on my forehead.

"You feel warm too like you have a fever."

How is he so comfortable touching me? I don't hate his touch but still, we barely know each other. I pull away. His hand felt cool to the touch and while the sensation should have cooled my skin it only makes me feel warmer.

"I'm o-okay." I stutter again.

I try to move away from him. Adam watches me intently some more. Paying no attention to the movie we're supposed to be watching. He moves closer.

"Are you sure? The tip of your ears is red."

What the fuck is wrong with me?

With this thought, I scramble up and run upstairs to my bedroom. I get inside and close the door. Sliding down to the floor. I sit knees bent hand pressed to my chest as my heart rate picks up. My breathing is labored not like when I'm having a panic attack but different.

"What was that?" I whisper.

Adam is going to think I'm a freak. Why do I have to be so weird sometimes? I can't even watch a movie like a normal person. But what is normal anyway. I'm pretty sure it doesn't exist in this world. Knocking on my door makes me focus.

Knock. Knock.

"Elliott, can I come in?" Adam asks behind my door.

He probably thinks I'm crazy or something. Breathe Elliott. I do gathering myself off the floor. I brush off my jeans. Tomorrow I'm definitely wearing a dress to class.

Once I feel okay. I open my door stepping back. Adam comes in towering over me. Making me feel for the first time petite. I look down playing with my fingers in front of me.

"Hey. What's wrong? Did I do something wrong again?"

His voice sounds deep and sultry like soothing hot tea when it goes down warm to your chest. It makes me feel goosebumps down my arms. He leans in closer so I smell his rich cologne and another scent that just smells like pure him.

"No, you didn't."

"Then why did you run? I feel like your scared of me."

I shake my head. Making waves of curls flay around my face.

"I'm not scared of you. I just. . . I."