Contumacious

Parte 18

Smoke was fogging the entire view from the window, I quickly got out of my seat and slammed the door shut, to avoid smoke from entering the car and choking Eric to death. I wouldn't want him dead.. Yet.

I made my way towards the boot, having to take a look at the bonnet, and opened it. With the help of my phone's flash to help find the source of failure. Let me tell you, I have no idea what the fuck was I thinking when I tried to get a hold of it with my bare hands.

I took off my trainers jacket, cap, and proceeded the same with my singlet. I used it as a glove, as it was the only cotton cloth I had, and tried unscrewing the cap of the oil tank. It might've been cold; but the heat radiating from the car was slamming against my chest keeping me warm.

Following the necessary procedures, I finished within 15 minutes -ish. When I slammed the Black metal shut, and forced some pressure down to make sure it was properly sealed, I got to know that the Cinderella, not Cinderella, was awake.

I smirked at his staring gaze, making the only reason I'm not clearly seeing his face that would resemble a tomato, is the tint in the window, and the night sky.

I turned around, realising my shirt is no longer wearable and tossing it and the jacket in the backseat, given that it was warmer here inside.

"Yup, definitely a model," Eric mumbled under his breath.

As I started making my way back to the road I turned to him and lightly nodded my head.

He looked at me embarrassed, his curls covering most of his forehead. "I said that out load, haven't I?"

I looked at him back, and nodded slower this time. With and slight apologetic smile visible.

Our way home was quiet. Too quiet for one's liking, but it was somewhat still comfortable. Gratefully not awkward.

I reached his place and pulled into his neighbourhood; seconds later in his drive way.

I nudged his shoulder, still asleep; "kid!" I yelled. He didn't bulge. I went over to his door and knocked. He wasn't my problem anymore.

Ding dong.

No answer.

I reached over my passenger seat, and dug my way in his pockets, to my luck; it wasn't in the front ones. I looked at him once again and bam. His mouth slightly open with soft snores escaping his lips. I got closer to him and was going to try and wake him up, yeah you could tell.. He wasn't going to wake up. Not this eternity at least. That I knew for a fact now. 

I grabbed his hips and carried him out of the car, then over my shoulder. First thing, digging my hands in his back pockets, and coming out with a single key in my second attempt.

I made my way over the main door and pushed it open the rest of the way using my foot.

While I was climbing the long ass stairs his shirt was slightly pulled up making contact with my bare shoulder. How come was he always so warm? Making me feel like an ice cube, that was constantly cold... Perhaps because I've been shirtless for the past 3 hours... Touché... 

Trying to recall last time I've been here; I recognised his room from its filth. I pushed everything from the bed to the floor much as I could, and carefully laid him there.

He shuffled for a bit before grabbing his tight jeans' waistband, I felt uncomfortable for him in those tight ass pants, and was going to get him changed perhaps. Until he moaned.

He fucking moaned.

"Hmm, Saaam" he shuffled again and curled into a ball. 

Fucking Christ. Thats what I felt bad from waking him from? A fucking wet dream? 

Okay. Thats my call home. I was just as exhausted, not from carrying him from this long ass stairs, nor from being horribly humiliated from a sleeping dude, hell he's a kid.

Just from the travel. It was a long way...

I turned around and got to my car. Back to jacuzzi. That's exactly what I crave.

I went home, and that was the first thing I did. Stripped and into the jacuzzi, and hopped in.

Everything was quiet just soft piano playing in one of the bathroom corners, I grabbed the box of cigarettes that was laying where soap was supposed to be, begging to be killed. Or rather kill. Same thing.

I laid it between my lips and watched a puff of smoke escape it.

Relaxing time.

I closed my eyes once again, after adjusting the temperature of the tub to 30 degrees, knowing no one would wake me up because they wanted to pee.

Everything else was a blur...

My calming nightmare, which caused me to wake up shaking, was interrupted by man's worst invention. 

An alarm clock.

It was 5 30 already, I could hear it all the way from my room.

Another week about to start.

In the beginning things went smoothly. Dropping Eric off to school, working out, and dropping him back off to his place. Checking random occasional emails from time to time well, and last but not least; get ready for work which would start today.

But can we all give some credit to the sweet melon I've got back in Madrid? Texting me my schedule and emailing it to me as well. 17 times. Marked high priority. With the timings and dates in bold.

I get that I sometimes am clumsy; but that was just a whole new level.