When Freedom Calls

III

As Elliot and I hooked arms, I felt wayyyy too excited. I had the distinct feeling that I would be hyperventilating in a short amount of time if we continued to make contact. Thank god I didn't, because if I had, well, that might've been the most embarrassing thing I'd ever experienced. Besides that one time in the fifth grade...... never mind. Don't ask. (Too embarrassing to discuss)

Elliot and Gwen's house was really calming. As we all walked through the door the smell of freshly baked brownies found it's way up my nose and into my tastebuds. Elliot explained that their older sister loved to bake. I surely wasn't complaining. The scent of the warm morsels intoxicated me, but I tried my best to not fall over and drool on the beautiful hardwood floors.

The place looked like an adorably comfortable living space, with its decorations mounting every wall and matching every fleck of color. I think I might've interior design-gasmed a little bit. Even if something wasn't symmetrical, it still somehow looked great. Whoever did this was a genius.

I looked back at Elliot, and he was gazing fondly at me. I blushed for the umpteenth time and tried to break the awkward silence that had fallen between the four of us.

"So....Elliot..."
"That's me," he smiled.

"He's bored, you idiot."
The sudden voice surprised me. Gwen rolled her eyes jokingly at her brother and led Stacy to a different room. I assumed that this room was probably Gwen's room, since Stacy looked at me like 'Would you look at that! Make out time already!'

I could see why she would guess that. Gwen walked with a special type of confidence that just showed that she didn't give any fucks. She was wearing a dark blue, star-clad muscle shirt and ripped gray jeans. Her makeup was flawless and sharp as if she had used a knife to contour and wing her eyeliner. (I actually didn't doubt that.) As she walked Stacy to her room, she loosely held my friend's wrist and swayed her hips while she strutted. I'm pretty sure I saw Stace glance at her butt a few times, now that I think of it.

I chucked when the door slammed and I imagined them automatically going on Tumblr or something. A feeling washed over me when I realized Elliot was staring again. Is it normal to stare yet? Ahhh what is considered polite when you first meet someone and just want to hug them with all that you have but you have to refrain? Am I allowed to stare or even look at him?

My thoughts were interrupted by Elliot clearing his throat.
"So what do you want to do," he asked.
"I, um, don't really know. You could show me around if you wanted-"

As soon as I did that, I froze and knew I had fucked up. I was scared that he thought of me as just another gay fuckboy who wanted to see him naked or something. To my surprise he gave a small smile and agreed.
He walked me around the house, showing me the bathroom and the library. (THEY HAD A LIBRARY)
When we walked past Gwen's room I thought I heard them kissing so I giggled like a 5 year old.

Elliot's room was decorated in the color scheme of green and purple, matching his outfit of the day. The walls were bright green and decorated with purple paint splotches. The trim was deep violet and his curtains were really light, almost translucent, lime colored.

"I'm going to change really quick," he headed to the bathroom with a pile of clothes. When he came back, he looked very different. His dark hair was combed neatly to the side and he was wearing an extremely attractive pair of purple glasses. His clothes smelled of fresh linen from even three feet away and he had changed into a lavender tank top, a pair of black jeans, and lime green socks. He looked amazing, but I'm pretty sure that would've been my opinion no matter what he was wearing.

I must've been staring, because he said "You like what you see?" And walked a little closer to me. Our height was roughly the same, but I was a nervous wreck so I backed up a bit.

"Yes, actually. You look quite nice," I choked out. "So what's the plan? Do we play a board game or introduce ourselves or something?"

"I dunno. I've never really hung out with a dude in my room before. So excuse my awkwardness....heh."

"Your awkwardness? Have you noticed how socially awkward that I am?"

And the conversation played out in a very obvious way. We told a bit about ourselves, but when I asked about his parents he kind of shoved the topic aside. The night was drawing closed, and the girls exited the bedroom looking suspiciously giddy.

"You okay? You just looked like you were handed a bucket of puppies. You never look that happy in public," I interrogated.

"All we did was kiss.......a lot."

"I sure hope so. I don't want any nieces or nephews yet. Wait....."

"You, my friend, are an idiot."

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Well this chapter was super fun to write

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A Story of Unnecessary Space

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