I Love You, Kevin Hends

Chapter Thirty-six

Kevin tells me more about his ex and his ex's current boyfriend for about an hour longer before we finally decide it is late enough to go to sleep. We put pajamas on and get into bed.

"Good night, Kevin."

"Good night, Oliver."

We wake up the next morning in each other's arms. Well, I wake up with my head and hand on Kevin's broad chest, his arm around my shoulder. "Good morning." He says to me. I smile. "Were you watching me sleep?" I ask him. He chuckles. "Only because you were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you." He say. He ponders for a second. "That sounded wrong." He says in realization. I laugh. "I know what you mean." I say. Kevin smiles and removes himself from under me. I roll off of him. He stands up and gets out of bed. He is shirtless and in skin-hugging boxer-briefs. I watch as he pulls one a pair of skinny jeans and a blue shirt that is even more skin-hugging than his underwear, showing off his muscled chest and arms. He rolls the sleeves up to his forearms. He is muscular but also rather trim. His body is thin and slender. He pulls on some socks and some grey boots. He stands and tosses me an outfit he fishes out of my drawer. A black t-shirt, a blue denim jacket, and matching blue denim jeans. I put it on and grab some socks and a pair of black boots that are a similar style to Kevin's. He left before I started getting dressed.

I meet Kevin downstairs where he is talking to my parents. I really hope the subject of sex doesn't come up again. It was enough to hear about Kevin's sexual encounters last night. Nothing worse than an insecure boyfriend hearing about his boyfriend's exes. Well all that, and adding in the sexual component to it all. Not a pretty sight.

I walk in the kitchen. "Hey honey." My mom says. I smile. "How did you sleep?" She asks. "Fine." I respond. I look over at Kevin who is munching on a hash brown. I look from him to the hash brown as if to ask if there are more. He tilts his head slightly in the direction of a plate of them. I walk over and sit next to Kevin at the kitchen counter and pick up a hash brown of my own. "Kevin likes my cooking." My mom says with a smile. Then she turns to Kevin. "His other friends don't like my cooking." She says. I chuckle. "Anthony is allergic to potatoes and May doesn't.... Yeah, May just doesn't like it." I say, defending my best friends to the best of my ability, unable to save May from incrimination. Kevin chuckles. "I've seen Anthony eat french fries." My mom says to both of us. "He just avoids my cooking." She turns to just Kevin again. "Where's Dad?" I ask to change the subject. My mother sighs. "He is going to the police station to finish up some stuff about your aunt." She says in a soft voice. I shouldn't have asked. "Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." I say quickly. She waves me off. "No. It's. It's fine." She says, turning her gaze to the floor. She is fighting tears. I mean that was her sister. Kevin and I look at each other, trying to figure out who talks next. Who says what. What the fuck do we say? I give Kevin a hard look which he returns before sighing and giving in. "How about we help make breakfast today." Kevin offers to help. I look at him in panic. I don't want to help with breakfast today. I was actually hoping me and Kevin could go out to get pancakes. "Sorry." He mouths. My mom sighs and looks up at us. "Thanks, Kevin, but I can make breakfast." She says. She smiles, obviously still in pain.

Breakfast consisted of bacon, eggs, french toast, and more hash browns. What can I say? The woman loves making hash browns. She smiles through the whole meal. I know that she is still in a world of pain.

Kevin and I excuse ourselves and leave to go to Ike's. Ike's is a new diner that opened down the street from the pancake house that supposedly has great milkshakes and ice cream sundaes. We decide we want to go there to see, or rather taste, for ourselves.