Where We Begin

Chapter 14 - He Could Be Better For Me

July 5th, 2002 - Taylor

I would have never have expected this day to turn out the way it did, with Busta showing up out of no where at Crescent Park, apologizing and pouring his heart out to me. As he talked about his past, the events of his 16th birthday and why he ended up in Mt Blue, I realized how petty my problems were in comparison. 

It explained why he had been so cold and distant these past couple days. His story shook me to my core. Yesterday, on my birthday, my dad made me breakfast and gave me a Lexus. Busta's had thrown him into a door and gotten arrested for assault with a deadly weapon at a bar.

As heartbreaking as his story was, I was also happy that he shared it with me. I knew there was more to Busta than he had been letting on. I saw it the first time I laid eyes on him. It was that picture in my mind of his smile, so genuine and endearing, that kept me hanging on to the notion that he was different. That he could be better for me than any of the other guys I knew.

When he kissed me, I felt weak, in the best way. It was the kind of kiss I thought only existed in movies and books. There was electricity between us. I had resigned myself to the idea that we would only ever share this in my dreams and now that it was really happening, I never wanted to let go. Laying in the grass, under my favorite oak tree, feeling his arms wrapped around me and lips on mine, was far better than any fantasy.

Then it began to rain on us. 

"Shit, I biked here!" Busta laughed when we got to the entrance of the park. 

"We'll get it later, get in the car!" I said unlocking my Lexus. 

Once we were inside, I looked over at him in the passenger seat. He looked uncomfortable. "Dude, this is a brand new Lexus SC 430. I have never been in a car this nice, especially while I'm this wet."

I smiled at him. "Don't worry about it." I leaned over and ran my hand through his dripping, dark hair, and kissed him again. I didn't want to stop, but I was starting to shiver.

"What do we do now? Do you want to go back to your house since it's right there?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No way, my parents will be all over us if I bring you there. I should take you home."

As we drove, the rain started to come down in sheets. This was the most rain Mt Blue had seen in weeks. It was hard to keep my focus on the road, especially when I could feel Busta's eyes on me. When we did exchange glances, he always had that smile on. This was way better than our first car ride together.

We pulled up to Busta's driveway on Coronado Rd and he opened the garage door with a small remote on his keychain. It was empty. 

"Hey, uh, do you want to come in? You look like you're freezing. I could lend you some dry clothes and make you a sandwich or something. This rain might not even last very long, then you could bring me back to my bike on your way home," he suggested, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice. 

How cute could he be?

I parked my car inside. Immediately to the left when we walked into the house, there was a staircase which led up to his bedroom above the garage. It was a pretty big room with two windows facing the street. There was a unmade queen sized bed in one corner with a TV stand at the foot of it, set up for video games. The wall opposite the windows had a door to the bathroom, a dresser and a couple moving boxes still piled up. On the far side there was an old couch with a guitar leaning against it. 

He gave me a Blink 182 t-shirt and some plaid boxers to change into. 

"I swear, they are totally clean. I just don't think any of my shorts would stay up on you," he insisted. "Do you want a grilled cheese?"