The Boyfriend Diaries

26) What kind of underwear is he wearing?

    Chapter Twenty-Six: What Kind of Underwear is He Wearing?

    Making a sharp left, Nate pedalled the bike up a steep ramp of a driveway, the sudden halt had my stomach swishing like a ship being battered by the ocean waves. In fact, I think I felt a little sea-sick, or bike-sick would be more fitting to this situation.

    Nate secured both his feet on the ground to steady the bike while I stumbled off from the back, swaying unsteadily to the side. I caught myself on the garage door, keeping my head low and just hoping the dizzying spell would pass. I could hear Nate shuffling about, along with the sound of keys rattling.

    I peered up slightly to see him putting the key into the lock of the garage door and turning it, with a click he raised the door and I had to quickly move out of the way otherwise I would have been hit. Charming.

    I wasn't quite sure just what was going on, and when I looked into the garage I grew even more confused. There were no cars parked like you'd expect, but instead it was like a bedroom. There was a mattress in one of the corners, the covers still a mess like someone had only just woken up not long ago.

    On the other side of the room was a stand with a TV and game console, and arched around that was the back seat of a car and a single front seat, that had been turned into a kind of sofa-living-area. The walls were a bland, dirty cream shade with shelves that were stacked with DIY tools and car parts.

    Nate walked ahead of me with his bike and propped it up against a free wall, he looked up at me and impatiently waved a hand.

    “Get in.”

    I went inside and he pulled the door back down behind me.

    “Where are we?” I asked with a sense of apprehension, just huddling close to myself in the cold space. I felt so out of place, I might as well be a camel stranded in the Antarctica.

    “Caspar's pad.” Nate told me before throwing himself down onto the car seat. He switched the TV on and the console, juggling one of the controllers within his hands.

    “This is his...bedroom?”

    “Yeah. It's his parents house and they kicked him out into the garage until he finds a job.” Then he angled his head to look at me, gesturing to the game's box. “You play?”

    I shook my head at him. Of course I played video games, who the hell doesn't nowadays? But I was on guard today, and Ally wasn't the type of girl to waste her time staring at a screen for hours on end. She was weird like that, not to mention that if he did end up beating me on the game at least I had the excuse of batting my eyelashes most innocently and saying, but it was my first time.

    “You wanna play?”

    I left it about two seconds before I made up my mind and shrugged slightly, walking across the garage to sit beside him on the back-seat. He handed me the second remote, and while it was loading on the screen, Nate laughed under his breath at a thought that had just crossed his mind.

    “You know, you seem to be making it a habit in saving me.”

    “Well,” I replied slowly and calmly. “You seem to make it a habit to need saving.”

    Nate grinned impishly to himself, but refused to look me in the eye. Were his cheeks tingeing red a little too? Or was I just seeing things?

    “Do you always cause so much trouble?” I asked.

    “Mmmm...trouble has it's own way of finding me.” He confessed, suddenly giving his full attention to the game, scrolling through the different settings or something, I don't know I wasn't looking, instead I couldn't take my eyes off Nate. There was something in his dark eyes, something hidden yet it sparkled every so often as if daring me to dig deep and uncover the secret.