Chapter 3: Anxiety

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I woke up at 2:30 am due to Jason waking up and sitting up suddenly and quickly. He's breathing really hard and he's all sweaty. The bed sheets look as if someone dropped a bucket of water on them and he's soaking. He starts crying and I want to comfort him.

It's Friday and we don't have school today. It's a "teacher in service" today so I tell him to go take a shower and get changed while I change the bed. I look him in the eyes before he goes and say,"if you want we can talk about it? It doesn't have to be right now but we can talk about it if you need." He just shakes his head. His breathing is calmed by now, even though tears are still streaming down his face. I kiss him on the nose, despite him being all sweaty and send him off to the shower.

I get up and turn the light on and take the wet sheets off and throw them in the washing machine and start it. I put a fresh new bed set on and lay back down. But Jason being the sneaky little bastard he is came in the room silently, somehow got in the bed without me noticing, and scared the shit out of me by touching my neck ever so slightly with the tip of his finger.

"Dude what the hell?! Not cool man!" He just laughs and kisses me lightly on the neck then he kisses my stomach down to the waistline of my boxers. He gets on top of me, straddling me, then continues to kiss me like the angel he is. He is the only person I know who can make such a sexual act seem so innocent and adorable.

I want to hide the bulge that's starting to form under my boxers so I push him off, but it's too late. He just winks and says,"I felt that," he says it so casually... So seductively. I'm going crazy right now. I want him so bad. But I'm scared to go further. I know he is too so we stop right there, even though he still continues to kiss me so softly around my chest and neck. I eventually stop him and give him a peck on the lips. All I want to do is cuddle with him right now. So we eventually do end up back in cuddle position and suddenly I look up to the man I'm falling in love with.

It's hard for me to ask him- I don't want to cause him more pain but I have to ask him this- "Jasey, I- uh- what.... What was your nightmare about? Please don't try to hide it from me. I want to be involved in all aspects of your life. The happy, the angry, the sad, everything. I love you." He sighs, and tears start rolling down his face again. I wipe them away with my thumb. "I have nightmares sometimes... About my parent's suicides... It's really hard for me even though they've been gone since I was two years old-" then he just starts full on bawling.

I can't handle it. It's breaking my heart. I start to cry with him and eventually we both cry ourselves to sleep. I'm already so protective over him. I just want to go back in time and save his parents from whatever trouble they were having. If only they knew how much it affects Jason that they aren't here.

He wakes up at around 11:00 and I sleep in for about 30 minutes longer. He is the one who wakes me up by jumping on top of me and kissing me. "Good afternoon sunshine," he says as he lets out a small chuckle. "Hurry up and get dressed. I'm taking you out for a date." He looks back and winks and I get up and follow him downstairs. "What kind of date?" I start to interrogate him. "You'll see."

"Fine, be like that." I try to sound as mad as I can without giving it away that I'm just curious. He isn't going to crack though so I give up and get ready. I put on a casual pair of dress pants and a black button up shirt that I tuck inside my pants trying not to look too fancy, but not too underdressed for our first date.

We're wearing practically the same outfit and he says,"you look handsome Ashey." "Right back at you Jasey." I respond mimicking his voice. It's just too funny. Just moments later we head out the door. He's still being stubborn and won't tell me where we're going, but I think I can wait a few more minutes. It's about 12:00 in the afternoon and he takes me to an area that's no doubt secluded, with plush green grass and flowers everywhere.

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