The Story of Our Lives

Him

Adam's words just caused me to break. Somehow he saw that instantly on my face and pulled me into another hug. I don't how this boy who I just met could make me feel so safe. I couldn't tell him what had gone on at home with my mother. I've literally just met him. It was as if he could read my mind. As if each hug that he pulled me into, a piece of my mind transferred through into him. He released me from the hug and looked deep into my eyes. This was when I noticed how beautiful his ocean blue eyes were but they were sad looking. Sympathetic but sorrowful. I gazed over his face a little too long but I couldn't help myself. His hair looked soft and fluffy and was the colour of mud. Little pieces of his hair cascaded down his face and covered his eye ever so slightly. He had a nostril piercing and it was cute and made me want to get one more. He must have caught me staring because the corner of his mouth starting to turn up into a little smile. It was adorable.

"It's okay. You don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable. But what you do have to do is come with me. I want to take you somewhere. It's okay. I'm not a serial killer." he said with a smirk.

"You know saying that you're not a serial killer just makes me think that you are a serial killer."  I said laughing. With that, we stood up a got ready to leave. I started to grab my bags.

"Hey no. Give them here. You've had a rough sleep. I've got it." he said while picking my duffle bag and suitcase up.

"It's fine. Don't worry." I replied trying to take my bag from him. I didn't want this guy carrying all of my crap.

"Okay. One each." he said giggling and passed me my suitcase. Of course he gave me the one with wheels. Such a gentleman. I smiled a little too much when he did this. "Follow me."

We walked for 20 minutes through streets lined with beautiful trees with the autumn leaves just waiting to fall til we came to a front door. "Here we are." he said while reaching into his pocket and pulling out a set of keys. I followed him into the house while I struggled to get my suitcase up the step. I didn't realise how physically exhausted I was til I tried with all my strength to pull the suitcase up and over the step. He saw my struggle and put my duffle bag down in the hall and grabbed the suitcase handle and evidently my hand and pulled it up over the step. Luckily I managed to pull my hand out before we got stuck in the hall. As he moved down the hall I turned round and shut the door behind me.

"Make yourself at home. I'll make us a cup of coffee. How do you take it?" he said walking through the hall into the kitchen. "The living room is to the left there. Leave the bags. We'll sort them later." It's as if he knew what I was thinking. I awkwardly walked into the kitchen because I just couldn't wander around in someones house.

"Do you need a hand with anything?" I asked him. He gasped. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." he just giggled. The cutest sound I ever heard.

"How did I know that you weren't going to just sit and be waited on." he said laughing. "But what you can do for me is tell me how you take your coffee. Any sugar?"

"Ahaha. Anxiety at it's finest. But two sugars please." I said with the feeling of folding up into myself. "Can I ask. Are we the only ones here? Are your parents expected home any time soon?" I blurted out. I instantly regretted it. I couldn't cram the words back into my mouth. The silence was deafening. But then he burst into fits of laughter. What the hell was going on?

"I'm sorry. That just came out. You don't have to answer." I said breathless. He just smirked. God his smile killed me.

"Jesus. Damien. Breathe. It's okay. My parents kicked me out a 4 years ago when I came out as gay. Even though I was 14 I managed to get a part time job and saved up while crashing on my friends couches and then when I turned 18, 6 months ago I got this place. It's not much but it's home." he said. GAY? He's gay? He was kicked out because of it. And he just said that he's gay with what seemed like no fear at all. He was 14 when this all happened and picked himself up and dusted himself off whereas all I've done is slept on a bench and cried about it. He must have clocked this on my face and he put his hand on my shoulder.

"You can stay here as long as you need. Here you go." he said handing me the mug of coffee. I took it from him and took a sip. This was the best god damn coffee I had ever tasted.

"Come on." he said picking up his coffee with one hand and taking mine in his other hand. He lead me into the living room and sat down next to me on the couch.

"I'm gay too." I said with my breath shaking. My hands and body were both tense and shaking. Adam put his coffee down on the coffee table, took mine from my hand and did the same and held both of my hands in his own. Tears started rolling down my face. He lifted his hand and wiped them away.

"Is that why you've got your bags packed and were wandering around the streets?" he asked knowing full well what the answer was. I just nodded.