I'll wait for you (Dayasco)

The sibling

In the cozy confines apartment, I found myself lost in thought, my mind kept drifting back to the moments of intimacy I had shared with Daya yesterday. The warmth of his body against mine had left an imprint on my skin, a constant reminder of the connection we had had. I felt as if I could still feel his hands on my skin, the way he gently rubbed on my stomach trying anything he could to take away my pain.

Suddenly, I heard my front door creaked open, and Irene's familiar voice filled the room along with the sound of her keys. "Bosco, you in here?" She called out.

I emerged from my thoughts back into reality with a smile, "Yeah, I'm in here."

Irene stepped inside, her stalky frame and black hair a stark contrast to my tall, slim figure and curly brown locks, no one ever believed us when I told them we were sisters and i couldn't really blame them. We'd always been polar opposites growing up.

"How's my favorite sister doing?" she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"I'm good," I replied, but my voice couldn't quite conceal the excitement bubbling within me and I couldn't wait any longer to tell her about what happened yesterday. "I have so much to tell you about Daya."

"Oh, really?" Irene raised an eyebrow. "Tell me everything." Her slightly overprotective, older sister attitude emerging.

And so, for the rest of the night I told her all about him, I told her about the coffee shop, how close he lives to here, how supportive he is of my gender, how sweet he was yesterday and I found myself completely lost in conversation. I confided in her about my growing crush on Daya, describing the way his laughter made my heart flutter and his gentle touch sent shivers down my spine.

Irene listened intently, her face a mixture of amusement and adoration as she listened to me ramble on and on. "You're head over heels for him, aren't you?"she said softly, a tone I wasn't used to hearing her use.

"I can't help it," I sighed flopping backwards onto my bed and covering my face with my arms. "He's just so... perfect."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that this one might actually work out Bosco," Irene said. "You deserve to be happy and you deserve to be with a guy who isn't going to treat you like shit."

As the conversation flowed and I found myself delving deeper and deeper into my feelings, Irene suggested we order takeout for dinner. This was usually a heated debate, since me and Irene's polar opposite tendencies also carried over into our food choices, but eventually we e settled on our favorite pizza place, and while we waited for the food to arrive, Irene filled me in on the latest gossip from our friends.

From who was dating who, to who didn't like who it was a whirlwind of drama, drama I was glad to be oblivious too. Before too long, my doorbell chimed, and Irene raced to the door to collect the pizza off of the delivery man. That was why this place was our favourite, it was only about a block away from me and the delivery was super quick.

Finally, as we devoured our cheesy slices, I couldn't contain my excitement any longer. "Irene, I have to tell you something," I said.

"What is it?" she asked, her concerned expression reigniting all across her face.

"Daya asked me if I wanted to go over to his apartment this weekend, and if I like I can stay over with him."

Irene's eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, Bosco! That's amazing!" She grinned.

"I know, right?" I practically squealed. "I'm so excited."

"Are you going to stay?" Irene smirked at me, "I think so, anyways if I don't want to it's only about a 2 minute walk back here".

We continued to chat for hours, our laughter mingling with the sounds of the city outside. As the night drew to a close, Irene gave me a hug goodbye, her proud words still echoing in my ears, "I'm so happy for you, Bosco. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

It wasn't that Irene wasn't an affectionate sibling, she'd always given me a hug and support when I needed it. But to have her support in a scenario like this filled me with confidence and I knew she would love Daya after she met him, how could she not?

With a heart filled with both anticipation and raw excitement, i headed into my bedroom closing my door behind me, my mind already racing with thoughts of the weekend ahead. I couldn't wait to be in Daya's arms again, to feel his warm embrace and lose myself in his gentle touch and maybe, just maybe things would go further this time.

My mind raced with paranoia, thinking of all of the things that could go wrong. But I did my best to shut out those thoughts knowing that things would be different with Daya. I knew he wouldn't make me feel weird about that type of stuff. Anyway I'm sure if that was going to happen, we'd talk before it anyway.

As I lay in bed that night, my fairy lights cast a soft glow over my room, I reflected on the events of the evening. Irene's support had meant the world to me, and it had given me the courage to take the next step in my relationship with Daya and to try and peruse something real with him.

I knew he was working tonight on the late shift, and I was glad Irene had been over to distract me. Even though it had only been a few days, my phone felt so empty and useless without it pinging through his text messages constantly.

I decided to message him and he would see it when he got off of work later on.

"Goodnight Daya, I hope work was alright. Please message when you're home, I'm off to sleep x".

The kiss felt subtle yet flirty, it wasn't too much. But it was definitely an indication of what my intentions were with him.

I rolled over onto my side, trying to relax myself and let the memories of Daya's touch soothe me off to sleep, and knowing that in 2 nights time I'd be in bed with him made it even easier to drift off to sleep.