The story of us.

The Spark Story

I get to Garrin's house and yell to the driver to end my ride. I see no cars in the driveway so he must be home alone. I enter the house and start calling for him. I search all around the bottom floor and then I try upstairs. I walk past a white door and try to turn the knob but it is locked. This must be where he is.

"Garrin are you in there?" I say in a forced calm tone.

I hear no answer but I can hear someone in there. I look around on an old vintage sewing table near the door and find a small silver key. I try it in the hole and it fits. I open the door and run into the open bathroom connected to the room. There sitting on the floor with his face in his knees is Garrin.

Small alcohol bottles clutter the light tile floor, all of them empty. I kneel down next to him and check his pulse. I know he is alive, but I check just to be safe. I drag his limp body to the bed and tuck him in comfortably.

I quickly Google 'How to flush alcohol out of your system' and the first result says that rest and lots of water will clear it out the fastest.

I make sure he isn't going to move and run down stairs to get bottles of water and try to find some soup or something for when he wakes up. I go back upstairs and he is just as I left him. I set down the water next to his bed and fluff the pillows around him.

I walk back into the bathroom to clean up. I put all the bottles into a separate trash bag so his host family won't find them and get him in trouble. I use a towel as a makeshift mop and as I wipe I find his cellphone laying shattered on the edge of the vomit stained bathtub.

I grab the device and wash out the tub. When I'm finished tidying up I go back into his bedroom and pull up a chair next to the bed. He is so beautiful when he sleeps. How could he have done this to himself. It must have something to do with whatever the phone call was a the mall the other day.

As I ponder the situation I feel an unfamiliar vibration in my pocket. It's his phone. There is a new Facebook event that he was invited. I can't see all the details without his password but I do see the title. The notification reads 'Laying to rest, Gianna Ledig'. Oh no. That's the name of Garrin's sister back home in Germany. She's.. dead. That's what this is about. He always talks about her so they must have been close. It all makes sense now.

My heart feels heavy and I move over to the bed to try to wake him. I tap him and call his name. He turns his body ever so slightly so I know he's regaining consciousness. When he finally wakes up he stares at me with hazy bloodshot eyes. He looks awful. Not just his eyes but his face and his clothes are a mess also.

"Thank you." Is the only thing he says before rolling over and going back to sleep.

I hear that he is breathing steady which means he is in deep sleep. I should probably just leave him be, but the smell coming from his puke stained t-shirt is getting stronger. I just can't bear it any longer. I find his dresser and rummage through the drawers until I find a gray t-shirt with a small logo on the side.

I walk back over to him and nudge him but he doesn't budge. I move back his covers and pull him so he is sitting forward and I attempt to remove his shirt. I grab the bottom hem and struggle to pull it up over his head. His arms raise and I slide out each arm and then his head.

Damn he is sexy.

He is more muscular than I thought. For a minute I watch his chest move up and down correlating with his heavy breathing. I snap out of my gazing and try to put his fresh shirt on but he tosses over and pulls his knees up to his chest so I can't get to his arms to put the new shirt on him. I decide to not try to fight with him so I just pull his covers onto him and go back to my chair.

Hours go by and I pass time by flipping through channels on his TV. I decide on a marathon of Gilmore Girls and watch happily giggling into my hand to avoid waking up Garrin. After a while I feel my eyes getting heavy and I soon doze off into a mystical, deep sleep.

I wake up in the morning to someone gently shaking me awake. I open my eyes to see Garrin standing above me with an apologetic look on his face.

"Hey good morning. Sorry to wake you up"

"Oh no, it's fine. I hope I didn't wake you." I say

"No, not at all. I just wasn't sure if you know how I got into my bed? The last thing I remember is texting you after I threw up in the bathtub for the 100th fucking time."

"You texted me so I came. And when I found you on the floor in the bathroom I cleaned you up and put you in your bed." I respond

"Damn. Well thank you. I owe you. I'm going to go take a shower and get this smell off of me"

He laughs and walks to the bathroom shutting the door behind him.

I check my phone and have 16 missed calls from my mom. Do I care? Nope. She will live. Or maybe not. Either way is fine with me.

I check my Snapchats and other texts from my friends until the bathroom door swings open. A cloud of steam poor's out and out walks Garrin wearing nothing but a towel.

His hair is dripping wet and the drops of water glisten on his reddened skin. He goes to his dresser and takes out a pair of boxers from the top drawer but nothing else. He goes back into the bathroom for a moment and comes out drying his hair with the towel that was once wrapped around his waist.

He is wearing the navy and red plaid boxer shorts he carried in before. My stomach turns and my heart flutters. I try not to stare at his sculpture like body, but it's too hard to look away.

I finally unfix my gaze when he sits in his bed and covers up.

"Listen Garrin- I um.. I know what happened. Are you okay?" I say trying to comfort him

He looks down sadly

Shit. Bad move.

"I'm okay." He says holding himself together.

Just when I think he is going to shut down and stop talking he begins telling me about his sister and the things they used to do. Playing pranks together. Being there for each other through his parent's divorce.

He smiles as he speaks but tears pour down his cheeks also. I run my fingers through my curly, brown hair and stay listening to him intently. Hours pass and we are now sitting on the bed face to face still talking.

"Thank you for listening to me ramble. It feels so good to just get it out. You're so easy to talk to." He says looking into my eyes

"I'm here for you whenever you need me. Just say the words and I'll be there."

As I say those words he lunges forward pressing his lips against mine forcefully. He pushes me backward and kissing me harder, his bare chest on top of me. I kiss him back and in this moment I am taken to a new world. This is the first boy I have ever kissed and I can't get enough. It's like a spark has ignited inside me. I never want this moment to end. Just as I get lost in the moment he pulls away abruptly and stands up putting his hands on his hips and turning away.

"I- um.. I'm sorry I didn't-" I cut him off.

"No it's okay."

"Maybe you should go." He says holding his head.

I nod and grab my stuff hurrying out of his house, dazed and confused.

What. The. Hell. Just. Happened.