OUT - A Gay Story (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 2: Tuesday - Part 1

I opened the doors of Skyrockets. I walked up to him and noticed he saved me a seat and ordered me my favorites on the menu; a Swiss burger with jalapeños with a large strawberry milkshake and a side of chili cheese fries. I know, so healthy. 

He began to speak and once he said the first word, I was already interested in what he had to talk about. The first word being, 'So'  

So in the middle of what he was saying, I didn't realize I was utterly zoned out which caused the unexpected to happen.

Our lips locked within five minutes of the conversation. I knew I was at the point of no return as soon as he made the move. 

"Walt." Logan said my name with such little effort making his voice the sexiest sound I've ever heard. 

We knew we did not want to stop. With our lips tied together, neither of us gave a damn if our eyes were open or not. The kissing made me feel like I was Juliet and he was my Romeo or I was Rose and he was my Jack. Cearly, I'm just stating the obvious and I'm most likely the female in the relationship, but I don't care ... as long as he's mine, that's all that matters. 

SLAM. I am awaken from my deep sleep. The best dream about Logan is disrupted. 

It was the front door. Who is going in or out the house at ... I rub my eyes to refocus my vision and realize it's 6:23 AM. What the actual hell is going on downstairs at this time?! I hear mumbling coming from the level below but am unable to make out what is being said. I lift up my covers, carry myself out of bed, throw on a pair of basketball shorts and quietly open my bedroom door slowly. I try to see if it's either a burgular or a kidnapper or some type of criminal searching through my house. I walk across my room to grab an emergency hammer I keep private in my underwear drawer. I tip-toe as silently as possible down the hallway making an end to the top of the stairs. I hear people talking but still cannot make out what they are saying. 

I notice the sound of footsteps coming toward the staircase so I hide in the bathroom right of it. Once the footsteps grow louder and the unidentified human grows closer, I jump out from behind the bathroom door and use my hammer to attack whoever it is. 

"OH, MY GOD!" I yell, dropping my hammer and cupping my hands around my mouth in complete worrisome.

It's Jane, my sister. I seriously attacked my sister. This is worse than being awaken from dreaming about Logan.

My mom runs over to see what happened. "Sweetie! Jane? Can you hear me?" My mom's eyes are soaked in tears. "Walt! What did you do?! There's blood all over the goddamn carpet!"

"Mom, I'm sorry! I didn't know who was in the house and I thought you all came home while I was sleeping. I thought there was a criminal or some kind of harmful person in our house."

"And that makes it okay for you to hit them in the head with a hammer?!" My mom is yelling every single word that is coming out of her mouth. The words coming out of her mouth are so jumbled up it's as if she's saying every other word in a different lanague. Her tone is making me feel so stupid for what I've done and all kinds of different emotions. 

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I know I shouldn't have done it." 

"Marco, go put her in the car now! We're going to take her to the hospital. Hurry!" My mom is wandering around Jane's unconcious body like she doesn't know what to do. I honestly cannot believe this happened. People are going to think I'm a muderer. What if they put me in jail? I can't go to jail! I'm too young! I have so much to live for! Shit.

"And speaking of the carpet, Walt, why is there shattered glass all over the kitchen and at the front door? What the hell did you do in here, Walt? And whose car is parked outside our driveway? You have a lot of goddamn explaining to do, young man. By the way, why are you awake at this time?" My mom's eyes are dilated as large as a planet. If they were a planet, I'd probably name them The Goddammit Planet. My mom is still going on yelling at me and questioning me about everything going wrong in her life right now. I seriously would like to tell her to shut up, get in the car and go to the damn hospital without me. And why the hell is she asking me why I'm awake so early? The real question is: what the hell are you, Marco and Jane doing so early at this time? This is the biggest disaster I've ever experienced. 

Then just when I thought things couldn't get any worse ... Phoebe walks up.