Gay is Normal

Chapter 7- He Loves Me

The next day, Camila woke me up by throwing a pillow at my face. (Interesting fact about me: I am not a morning person.) I, unwillingly, got up and got ready for school. Camila did the same and then we both began our walk to school. Camila had her hair in a long side braid and was a wearing a large sweater, black leggings, and boots. I was wearing my normal outfit, a t- shirt, jeans, and sneakers. (Another interesting fact about me: I'm not that interesting.)

While we were walking, I felt my phone vibrate. My phone told me that I had recieved a message from Matthew Patrick Waters. It read, "Morning, boo. Meet at the same place as yesterday?" I immediately knew that he was talking about the bathroom. I reply, "Definitely[:" and put my phone back in my pocket.

"Can you tell Mr. Young that I won't make it to band today?" I ask Camila.

"Why not? What's wrong?" she asks worriedly.

"Nothing, Matty just invited to our romantic bathroom. That's all." I say.

"Oooh, getting feisty alone in the bathroom, are we?" she asks, very, very sexually.

I smile, feeling super embarrassed. "No, Cami," I begin, "No one is losing their virginity in the bathroom. Today..."

She laughs. "Well that's good. Taking things slow?"

"Yes. Very slow."

As we approach the school, I get the same tingly feeling as when me and Matty touched for the first time. I love it.

We enter the building. I go downstairs and Camila goes up.

"See ya!" she yells to me.

"Bye!" I yell back.

I walk straight to the bathroom. The lights are off, but the lights are on. I figure Matty is in there anyway, so I turn on the lights and walk in to see that he is not. There is a note tapped to the mirror, though. I rip it off and read it. "Raincheck babe. Meet me here during 4th hour. Love, M."

I feel kind of disappointed because I was expecting some lips right now. But I'm also excited, knowing that he wants to relieve the first love scene of our relationship. I shoot Matty a text. "Where are you??" He doesn't reply as usually fast as he normally does.

I begin to walk to the band room. As I'm walking down the hallway, I see the janitor's closet I am about to pass. As I walk past it. It opens very slightly. The next thing I know, a pair of arms come out of it, grab me, and drag me inside. I hear the door shut and lock behind me. Someone turns on the light.

Of course, Matty is standing in front of my, holding a boquet of 3, absolutely gorgeous roses between us. He hands it to me and says, "Take good care of these. I'll love you until the last one dies."

I take the flowers from him. I take off my bookbag and throw it on the floor. I hug him behind his waist and he hugs my neck, the exact position we were in yesterday. "I'll love you no matter what." I promise him, and smile. He smiles too, and leans in to kiss me. Of course I let him.

His lips feel exactly the same as they did yesterday, soft, smothered in his strange cherry flavored chapstick. He begins to kiss my neck. I just pray to god he isn't giving me thousands of hickeys all around my neck, but I don't really care at this point. I know that this is the man I want to be with, forever. He brings his lips back to mine. I'm squeezing him tighter around the waist and he gently moves his arms tighter around my neck. This kiss goes on longer than it did yesterday. Today it was probably 15 minutes. I begin a war with our tongues that I'm hoping he'll try to beat me in. He does. I'm expecting him to part his lips from mine as he did yesterday. But he doesn't even try to.

Although his lips are practically glued to mine, I can make out him saying the words, "I love you" one time in the middle of the kiss. "I love you too," I say back to him. For the rest of the kiss, that is all I can think about. He loves me.