Dexter White. (A Gay Romance.)

Dexter White. (Part 3.)

Pale blue eyes and that messy dirty blonde hair over me, the hot breath going down my neck...

Too bad it was a dream that ended there... I woke on the couch, cuddling a half empty sleeve of caramel deLites, uttering a loud, "Fuck!" And putting it aside... I glance up at my TV, the movie was over... Shit, how long was I out? I sleepily put back the Funyuns, all closed up and took the rest of the cookies upstairs into my room. I step in and look around, ah, my typical gay room... "Hello there Chris Hemsworth... And you too, Johnny Depp..." I laid back on my bed, looking around at all my posters. Ah, what a lovely homosexual friendly bedroom.

Come on, you didn't expect me to have no stereotypical attributes, did you? But any one that stepped into my room automatically knew I was gay. I mean, it's horrible to judge and all, but I don't mind if you're judging based on my room. I have pictures of half-naked, gorgeous men on my wall. I enjoy my taste in room decor.

I grabbed my phone and decided to message Aubrey. Sending her obnoxious texts were kind of my thing with her. So of course I sent her crap like "Heyyy" and "wassup gurl?" Those usually got her a bit mad and she texted back for me to stop. But when she didn't message back, I got a little concerned and called her.

A frustrated voice picked up, obviously Aubrey. "What the hell do you want?" She sounded like she was panting a b- Ohhh....

"Shit, sorry, oh my god." I hung up as soon as I heard Samantha in the background whining about how she needed to 'keep going.' I shuddered a bit at the thought. I am not that kind of gay guy who is afraid of vagina's, I just prefer NOT to imagine them.

Well, there was an image that would screw me up for a few minutes. At least they were having fun, right? Right. I pouted a bit and called Conner. "Hey!" I said excitedly as soon as I heard him pick up.

"Listen, I'd love to talk but I'm on Skype with Derek right now. I'll talk to you later, okay?" And with that he hung up... Wow, loners corner much? I frowned and sat up slowly, thinking for a while.

After two minutes of 'deep thinking', I decided it was time for a shower. A clean Dexter, is a happy Dexter.

I hopped into the shower after the water got warm, letting it run down my body. Without hesitation, a groan escaped my lips as I relaxed under it... Hot showers were good showers.... The water rushed down my pale skin and I looked down, examining slowly fading scars. Yes, scars... But it was my choice, a stupid one, and you have no room to judge... Not that'd I'd listen to you anyways. And no, I won't come up with some half assed excuse of 'Well, it was so and so's fault!' Or even a stupid lie, 'My cat did it.' I sighed and ran my hands down my thighs. At least they're almost gone...

I ran my shampooed fingers through my messy, wet hair and sighed as I scrubbed it in. I hummed a little to myself before shutting my eyes tight and washing it all out. I then repeated the motion with conditioner, but left it in for about five minutes... What, it gets softer that way! I proceeded to wash my body with some old spice body wash my dad bought me... Wolfthorne I think. It smells amazing to be honest. If a guy smelt like this all the time, I'd be pretty damn happy around him.

I finished washing up and might of shaved under my arms... So what if I don't want armpit hair? Doesn't make me any less of a man unless we are talking cave period. I stepped out and grabbed the red towel, drying my hair a bit with it before drying my body and wrapping it around my thin waist as I blew the rest of my hair completely dry. Having a hair cut like this required a lot of work. Making sure the bangs swooped the right way over my forehead, making sure it didn't stick up in the back. This hair was high maintenance when wet and when waking up. What a pain...

Looks good.

I made my way back into my room, slipping into some baggy yellow and black flannel pajama pants and a black tee shirt. Who cares if I look like a bee, I am comfy...

Who can I text or call to talk and take my boredom away? Cross out Aubrey, Samantha, and Conner... And that leaves no one. Dammit. Oh, wait, maybe I could message Marley! I wonder what she is up to...

Marley is one of my good friends and she is just a little bit shorter than me. She has freckles over her arms and face, it's really adorable. She had long hair that goes from light brown to blonde at the tips. It really suits her, too. She is honestly a really fun person to be around. One of the most accepting people I know! That's another reason why she is great.

'Hey Marley!' I sent her a text and set my phone down, waiting for a reply from her. I grabbed a small notepad that I keep small little observations in and started a new page.

Mr. Peterson

-Constantly licks his lips.

-Probably a lip biter.

I tried to think of something else I saw him do... Oh, his glasses. He adjusted them a lot during class, lowering them to read and pushing them up when he addressed the class.

-Adjusts glasses often.

I know it's creepy to keep lists like this, but this is how I remember stuff about people I want to know better. Birthdays, age, numbers... It's all in the book!

My phone vibrated and I breathed a sigh of relief that I got a message back.

I opened up my phone and read over the message.

'Hey, sorry it took a bit. Just showered.'

I laughed and replied with, 'So you have your towel turban on and all?'

About three minutes later I received a picture message of Marley in a blue towel turban. With the addition of actual text. 'You know it.'

'Dammit Marley.' I smiled a bit and rolled my eyes. She's a big dork, but a cool dork... Yes, I consider that to be a thing. 'Maybe I should start doing that and send you a picture.' Of course I wouldn't actually, maybe... I'll think about it.

'Do it. We can be matching.'

'Oh, come on Marley. I probably couldn't do it if I tried. I'd need intense towel wrapping classes before I could even fold one correctly.' I set my phone down and laid across my bed on my stomach, wondering how I should pass the time until my parents got home to make dinner... Oh, dinner... Now I'm hungry.

Another text. 'I'll get a chalk board and we can start tomorrow.' Nice Marley.

'Alright, topic change. I'm hungry and I swear, if I eat another cookie, my teeth are going to rot and fall out. Come cook for me.' I heard my stomach growl and, despite my words, I grabbed the sleeve of cookies and ate one. "Augh, why do you have to be so delicious?" I whined a little and continued eating them. Sugary little devils...

It was seven when my parents and I sat down at the table for dinner. Simple meal. Just spaghetti, nothing special.

"How was school?" Cynthia asked. Cynthia is my mother. She's in her early forties, a small woman... Of course I get my height from her. She had a sweet voice, her hair was re-dyed her natural brown color. Like dark chocolate.

"Decent. But, I accidentally ran into my algebra teacher." I ate a small fork full.

"Not in any trouble yet, right?" My dad, Tanner, asked as he shoveled food in his mouth like he hadn't eaten in ages. He was in his late forties.

"Not yet." I laughed a bit, giving them a little smile.

I got along okay with my parents, not perfect, but we weren't at each others throats 24/7. They weren't exactly all good with my 'choice' of being gay, but they didn't disown me or try to change me... And oddly enough, my dad was more accepting of my sexuality than my mom...

We finished dinner and I cleared off the table, doing a few dishes and then heading up to my room and laying down. I had a few messages from Conner, bragging about Derek, and a rant from Aubrey for interrupting her earlier. I rolled my eyes and put my phone on the charger, setting it on my side table and trying to sleep... Maybe if I fall asleep now, tomorrow will come faster....

Let the dreaming begin...