Crazy House

Chapter 8:Please don't let my hand be where I think it is

Chapter 8:Please don’t let my hand be where I think it is.

 

I stick my hand into the popcorn in Roman’s lap not bothering to take my eyes off the screen. We’re watching an action movie, and it’s reaching the climax, and I don’t want to miss it. Unlike when we watched Thor together Roman actually laughs at the funny parts, and isn’t so stiff.

 

The characters on the screen kiss because they know they’re going to more than likely die soon. I stick my hand over again towards Roman and frown when my hand doesn’t land in the bucket of popcorn. My face turns red when I realize it’s denim.

 

Oh god, please don’t let my hand be where I think it is.

 

I turn away from the screen and my suspicions are confirmed: my hand is on Roman’s crotch. He looks down at my hand and then back at me. He looks calm but by the way his jaw tightens I know he’s anything but comfortable. He grabs my hand and slowly moves it to the arm of my seat never taking his eyes off of mine.

 

This is embarrassing.

 

He turns his eyes back to the screen, and I take my eyes off of him. I look to the ground to see the empty popcorn bucket.

 

The car ride home is awkward and silent. Roman doesn’t say anything to me, and I don’t say anything to him. When we get home I’m about to rush in before I realize the door’s locked, and I don’t have keys.

 

Roman glides up to the door, and opens it letting me walk in first. I go straight to my room and lay out on the bed.

 

Just when he’s warming up to me, and has decided to be civil I go and ruin it. I should have looked to see where I was putting my hand. I should have snatched it away the second I realized where it was. But no, I had to just leave my hand there and make the moment more awkward.

 

There’s a knock on my door and I panic for a second. Is he coming to kick me out even though they voted for me to stay?

 

I guess that is reasonable.

 

I sit up on the bed just thinking for a second before slowly walking to the door, trying to put off the embarrassment for a couple of seconds longer. When I open the door I’m surprised to see Liz standing there in a sundress with a smile on her face.

 

We haven’t really talked since I’ve been staying here. She’s always at school, or out somewhere.

 

“Oh, hey.” I say to her opening the door wide enough to let her come in.

 

She hesitates for a second before walking in and sitting on the bed. I close the door and sit on the other side of the bed wondering why she’s here.

 

“I was just thinking that it probably seems like I’ve been ignoring or avoiding you.” She says looking at me and running a hand through her hair. “But I promise I haven’t, I’ve just been busy.” She explains, “So I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me and Jesse tonight, we usually have girl’s night on Thursdays.”