Tuesday arrived like a premature baby and I was as anxious as the mother of it. I accidentally slept in on Tuesday and by the time I woke up I had thirty minutes till our little date.
Can I even call it a date? What if he's straight? Wait that rhymes, I could be a rapper.
God dammit Tyler focus on getting dressed.
I went to my dresser and pulled out black jeans and a Grouplove sweater. I started to hum 'Let Me In' and thought of Josh again.
I pulled my shirt off and pulled the sweater on. I slipped the jeans over my feet and pulled them up my legs. I quickly brushed my hair and put on deodorant. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.
I finally made it to the cafe five minutes late and walked to the door. My palms were sweaty, but luckily I didn't have vomit on my sweater already. Mom's spaghetti.
I saw Josh at he back of the cafe and took in his beauty. A small frown was gracing his lips and his blue hair was falling in his eyes. He had his hands laced under his chin and a dark brown sweater on. He heard me come in and quickly flashed a smile at me. I smiled back and walked towards the table he was sitting at.
"Hi Josh" I said before pulling out a chair and sitting.
"Hello Ty, I'm glad you found this place. It's kind of um, obscure."
Fuck. He called me Ty. He has gotta be gay. I may have looked calm on the outside but on the inside my heart was doing flips.
"Yeah, I guess." I answer to him.
A young looking male waiter comes up to us and asks us our order. Josh asks for an iced coffee and I ask for espresso. The waiter leaves after winking at Josh and I feel a spike of jealousy stab into my heart. Josh looks at me and shrugs.
Josh crosses his legs and pulls his sleeves over his fists before starting up a conversation.
"So, you model?"
The question confuses me until I remember the incident with Mr. Davis. My face feels hot and I quickly look away from Josh knowing he's seen my dick.
"It was really just a favor. He didn't even need my face so that's probably why he asked me to model for him."
Josh thinks about this for a moment and a sad look washes over his face. He's moving his lips like he's about to say something when the waiter comes back. Well I guess I'll never know what he was gonna say. He hands Josh his coffee and me mine and I quickly take a sip.
Josh's iced coffee has a few pieces of ice floating in it like ice burgs in an ocean of caffeine. He takes a sip through the straw and my eyes are focused on his lips as they wrap around the long piece of plastic. He pulls away and licks his plump lips. He looks up at me, probably sensing me staring and I quickly look away.
"So Josh, how did you become interested in the art studio?" I ask to get past that particularly awkward moment.
"Well, I saw an add in the paper and thought I could use the company." His soil brown eyes are focused on the coffee and I nod. He looks out the window and blinks once before closing his eyes. The sun is shining through his hair, making it shimmer blue. I look out the window too and close my eyes. I imagine myself with him, us. My mind takes me to a different place. Waking up together in soft sheets. The sunlight streaming in on our naked bodies and warming us. But we wouldn't need the sun. We'd have each other.
I'm awoken from my thoughts by Josh telling me he needs to use the bathroom. I see him walk off and go back to my daydreaming. Tan fingers tangling in blue hair and pink lips melting into soft plains of skin. I sighed at the thought of us doing that and the times with Johnny don't even compare.
I remember Josh in the bathroom and wonder what's taking him this long. I chug down my coffee and head over to the bathroom. I head down the long hall before turning right to go to the men's bathroom.
My eyes are met with the sight of Josh being held against the wall by the waiter from before. Josh is clearly very uncomfortable with the situation and is trying to pull his hands out of the grip. I rush over and pull the waiter off him.
"Get off of him." I say to the waiter in a serious tone. Josh looks at me with pleading eyes and the waiter looks over his shoulder and says breathlessly, "And who the fuck are you?"
"I'm his friend and I know he doesn't want this. Now I suggest you get off of him."
The waiter steps back from Josh and walks past me back to the cafe kitchen.
I immediately walk over to Josh and see his soft doe eyes are open wide in surprise. I usually never act this serious but it's a serious situation.
"Are you okay?" I ask, remembering what Mr. Davis said about Josh, 'he's a sensitive boy.' There must have been a good reason why he said that and I don't want to find out that reason the hard way. I'd much rather Josh open up to me without being forced. One day we'll get there.
He nods his head, "Thank you," he whispers. I smile and nod. We head down the hallway and back out the door before standing in front of the cafe.
Josh turns his head and looks at me, "I really enjoyed that. Well, except for that one part, but I enjoyed you rescuing me from that creep."
My heart warmed considerably at that and I looked at Josh through sad eyes. What would have happened to Josh if I hadn't been there? The thought makes my stomach curl in knots at the thought that it might have already happened in the past.
"Can I, hug you?" I mean it this time. It wasn't just something my brain forced out of my lips. I actually formulated the sentence and said it with my own will.
Josh looks surprised and nods. It's a little sad that he'd be surprised for someone to hug him but he lets me advance toward him and I curl my arms around his body. He does the same to me but with one hand, the other hanging limply at his side. I smell his hair and close my eyes before pulling away. His body feels like it's meant for mine. I'm sure everyone says that when they're in love but it just does.
Wait. Did I just say I'm in love.
