The Boy in the Park

Dinner amd Gay Movies

I arrived at his house at seven-thirty. I know it was technically at eight, but I was anxious.

As I knocked on the door I noticed the flowers. There were tulips, hydrangeas, and roses and some more I couldn't name.

I heard a small yip come from inside, and realized I knew very little about him. He opened the door and my jaw dropped immediately.

He was stunning. Quinn was wearing a striped shirt tucked into khakis. I noticed the start of a tattoo on his neck for the first time.

A small dog came barreling towards the door, barking like crazy. Before it could get out the door, he snatched it up with ease and held it close, a sad look coming into his eyes. It was almost like the dog held terrible memories for him. Is he okay? I wonder what happened. I thought to myself.

He seemed to notice me again.

"Oh, hey," he said, the cheer coming back into his voice. "You're a little early."

"Oh, yeah sorry. I wasn't paying attention to the time." I apologized.

"Hm. Usually the person not paying attention is late, but I guess not with you. " he smirked. "C'mon in."

He lived in a very nice home. A two story home, with one and a half baths, two guest rooms and a master bedroom. The dining room was perfectly symmetrical. The living room was very spacious. A large couch sat in front of a huge flat screen tv.

"You have a lovely home." I said, and realized I made it sound as if I were talking to  a friends parent.

"Oh, uh, thanks I guess." He said and got a little rosy in the cheeks.

"Sorry if I just made things weird." I apologized.

"N-no, you're fine." He replied.

We were still in the entryway for some reason. I had just kind of walked in and stood there like an idiot.

"I suppose we should go do something till the food is ready." He said.

"I guess we should." I replied, grateful he said something.

I went to the living room while he went and made sure nothing was burning. He had a lot of books. As in could fill at least half a library amount of books. He also had some records, but nothing too popular.

"Hey, feel free to sit down." He said as he came in to the room.

I sat on the couch and continued looking around a bit.

"I'd say we have about fifteen minutes before the ham is ready, so what do you want to do?" He asked.

"Well I'm your guest, so you should be the one to pick." I replied. I had never liked making decisions.

"I say we go find a bunch of gay movies on Netflix and watch those." He said and grabbed the remote.

"Okay, I've never really watched any movies like that, so it should be fun!" I said and gave a quick smile.

We quickly found a few movies to watch, but before we could start any the food was done, so we went and ate.

"This is really good." I told him. He had made ham, mashed potatoes, steamed carrots, and some strawberries.

"Thanks, my sister went to culinary school and became a chef, so she taught me some recipes."

He's attractive, he's nice, he's a good cook. He was the perfect human being.

After dinner I helped him clean up and then we went and started the first movie.

Luckily neither of us had to work tomorrow, so we didn't need to go to bed a a rational time.

I got really tired all of a sudden, not in an I've been drugged kind of way, but that tired you get after thanksgiving.

I curled up on the couch and tried to stay awake.

"Mind if I lay by you?" Quinn asked when he came to sit down.

"N-not at all." I said and could feel myself blush.

He laid down behind my and wrapped me in he arms. I tried to stay awake, but sleep was too tempting and I drifted to dreamland.