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JJ and I were slowly walking up the dark stairs, trying not to make a peep while the clock struck two-thirty in the morning. My home was fully dark, only being led by the layout of the home, and windows around that shined with the moonlight.
Nonetheless, as we went up the creaky stairs, tightly grasping each other's hands, keeping the other close, and quiet. From I front, I can sense JJ's nerves while he tightly clasps my hand, giving it a huge squeeze.
After I left him stranded in the family restroom, I didn't see him since. I stood in the fancy female bathroom while other teenagers or women walked around, peeking into the large mirror, checking themselves, and walking away. However, I stood on the side of the filled fancy stalls, glancing up at the ceiling above that beamed down at us with a blurry mirror. Thinking about my absurd life over and over again, thinking about that risky move I had made. Whether it was worth it or not. Or if I threw it all away. This could leave me possibly obsessed with him. It was supposed to be the other way around. Yet with the way he sounded, gazed, and looked when I pleased him, it was enough to get me off. Regardless, to save humiliation and teasing, I attempted my best to keep myself unsatisfied.
And still, at this moment, unsatisfied.
I ran into him once the vessel was at the final destination, and strolled our way back to my quiet and dark home. Was a word exchanged? Absolutely not. Intensely staring down at the concrete, we occasionally lurched deep huffs, hoping for the other to smash the embarrassing silence. But it never happened. He kept me close to his muscular body, his hand hovering over mine, but nobody gave in. I was beating myself over, wishing for the person to give in wasn't me. But it wasn't him either. Which was unexpected.
Nobody knows what I did. I was in shock with myself, in disbelief. Momentarily, I'll smirk at my strategy, but now, I might've messed up and got myself obsessed with him. However, what made me slightly grin to myself, was that he fell apart in my hands, not in anyone else. I didn't fall apart in his. Only yesterday. But today was another day, and so will be tomorrow. This came to my plan of him sleeping over at my house, perhaps sleeping in the same bed. Me behaving cold, and him behaving cold, merely going to get the best of ourselves. Ultimately, I was going to try harder to conceal it. And he wasn't going to read me like a book.
"Sh...relax. You're all tense." I quietly whispered to the pouge who tightly squeezed me, listening to our light footsteps calmly clang against the wooden steps. "Sorry. Just nervous." He loosened his aggressive hold on my hand, giving me a softer grasp, and giving my skin a break from the compression.
