Past, Present and Future

Mic Stands And Drumsticks

Peter here again. After the first awkward "date" with Paul, I asked him out again. This time I emphasized no beer. I know he's scared of me so I want to try and get him to know me on a more personal level. 

He surprisingly accepted and we met on a Saturday at central Park. He had brought along some deli sandwiches and I had some leftover desserts. "Let's go to the middle and have a picnic." I suggest. "We can go to the zoo later-or Coney Island."

"Coney Island's in Jersey. This is New Yawk." he laughs.

"I know where Coney Island is. I just thought you'd wanna go." 

"I do. Thanks."

We eat, talking about the band's future and random stuff until Paul grabs my arm and points. "That's Ace and Gene!" he whispers loudly. "Gene told me he would nevah go out with Ace."

I look, seeing our other two band mates trying to avoid us. Ace is waving madly while Gene looks like he wants to die. I stand up and start waving back. Gene turns and walks off while Ace cackles and runs after him.

Paul's trying not to laugh as he finishes his cake. We head to my car and get in. Passing a fuming Gene and still cackling Ace, I honk and get flipped off.

Paul's red with laughter as am I. I head down the Jersey Turnpike towards Coney Island. I want to tell Paul I love him but it's too soon. We don't really know each other outside the band and I am married. Would I be making a mistake if I tell him too soon? Yes. I'm not dumb but I tend to say the first thing that comes to mind. 

We arrive at Coney Island only to find it closed for repairs. "Well damn!" I sigh. "I guess we'll head back now."

"No, let's just walk around for awhile." 

I get out and follow Paul. I know he has something on his mind so I stay quiet. "Pete, I...." he trails off. 

"Yes, Paul." I urge gently. "Do you have something on your mind?"

"I-I-I love you."

"You do?" I asked, looking at him. "I love you too."

We kiss and I pull him towards the pier. "Would I be your first?" 

"No."

We wind up under the pier making out in the sand on a blanket I found. He says I'm not his first but I think I am.

After he cries softly from the over stimulation and newness of everything, I lead him back to the car where I sit and hold him.