The Difference - Christian Leave

Eleven

We talked for a while. Christian used his hands a lot when he spoke, with lots of big gestures. I really enjoyed watching him tell stories. It was thoroughly entertaining. He was so positive and smiley and wonderful. My stomach hurt from laughing. He eyes shone the more I laughed. I loved the dark green that they were, I've never seen anyone else with them.

We had moved to my bed. We were sitting cross-legged across from one another. I really enjoyed teasing him. I think he did too. A lot of the girls at school just giggled when he talked to them. But he wasn't just a cute boy. There was something behind those eyes, he was capable of things.

He glanced over at the clock. 10:30. "Alright, I should probably let you go to bed." I knew he should go but I was kind of disappointed. I didn't even talk with my friends at school like this.

"Ok," I said, trying not to show that I didn't want him to go. He looked over at me.

"Do you usually go to sleep now?" he asked. The question surprised me. I didn't understand it. I squinted at him.

"Uh, no. I usually stay up till 12, just reading. I was going to watch a movie tonight." I said, getting off my bed.

His face lit up. "Ooo, a movie! Did you already pick one out?" Sometimes he was a little too high energy.

"Well...yes. But you won't know it. It's called Catch Me If You Can-" Christian jumped up off the bed and his hair flipped.

"THAT IS MY FAVORITE MOVIE, LIKE, EVER," he said, grabbing my shoulders. I looked at him with wide eyes.

"Well, I've never seen it," I paused, and he looked at me like I was crazy. "So, it was on my list."

"Can I stay here and watch it with you?" he asked excitedly. He was like an adorable little kid. With awesome hair. My mother better never find out about this. I didn't really see why not. The thought of watching a movie with him gave me a tingly, warm feeling that I actually kind of liked.

"I mean, I guess," I said, shrugging my shoulders. I was trying way to hard not to seem too eager with him.

He beamed. "Ok, ok, so where's your TV? What kind do you have? Is it downstairs?" I was melting inside at how excited he was.

"It's downstairs," I said, starting to leave my room. "Uh, it's not that big. Sorry. I think it's 36 inches. You guys have that huge 55 inch one."

"Well, that's ok. I love watching movies," he said, hopping down the stairs behind me.

I looked back at him for a second. Gosh, he was such a hyper person. "Is your mom ok with you being out this late?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. I told her I was going to your house," he said, smiling at me. "She said to stay however long I was welcome. She thinks you're great. And she knows your not trouble."

His mom likes me? They've talked about me when I'm not there? I led him into the living room. It was small and cozy. We had two chairs, an overstuffed, cozy linen couch, and the TV. That was really all that fit.

"Well, this is cute!" he said, plunking down on the sofa. I can't believe he used the word "cute".

I dug the movie out of the cupboard beneath the TV and put it in the DVD player. I kind of stood there for a second, thinking about where I was going to sit. Does he expect me to sit in the chair or on the couch? I don't want to make things awkward. Whatever, my awkwardness is unavoidable. I'm just going to do what I want.

I grabbed the remote and turned around. I walked over to the sofa and plunked down, giving him about a foot of space.

"Oh, no, movies are for cuddling," Christian said, laughing. He grabbed me by the waist and I caught my breath. He pulled me over to his side so I was right up against him. He was so warm. He was half laying, half sitting and now I was between him and the back of the sofa. Christian wrapped his arm under mine and rested his hand in that area between my belly button and my ribs. I got another warm, tingly feeling. He looked down at me, his pink lips pulled back in a smile.

"Is it ok if I put my hand here?" he asked. He was such a sweetheart. I tried to shrug my shoulders but it didn't work.

"Yeah, that's fine," I said. I was glad he wasn't looking at me now, because I was smiling.