a heart's end

Twenty Five

Monty

What are the freaking odds.

Anaelle is here, in my hometown and in my bedroom. Never in a million years would I have thought that she would be here at this moment, and it makes me freaking ecstatic. Slightly nervous, but ecstatic.

"We can, uh, sleep here tonight." I pointed towards the bed with the bright blue comforter before Anaelle plopped down on it. Yeah, my mom doesn't care about me and girls so much. I think because she knows that I never have had a girlfriend, so she doesn't quite know how to approach the idea. Whatever, we are all adults here.

"Your room is so...boyish." She looked around the place and I felt heat rise to my cheeks. It's not boyish? My walls are brown, not blue. I have paintings on my walls, not posters of half naked girls on trucks. I sat beside her and stroked her long black hair.

"And I'm sure your room at your house is girlish."

She didn't give me a response, but I didn't dig that deep into her silence.

    Should I mention the bonfire to her that Mathis asked me about? I really do not want to. But if Anaelle does want to see where I grew up, she might as well meet the people I graduated with. Even though I don't really care for half of them. Except maybe 2 people, Benny and Edison. They were pretty much my only friends and I doubt they'll be there. They were never the party type.

    "So, I want to go exploring. I want to see where you grew up and see the sights you've seen your whole life. This is my first time going this far south and I'm glad I get to spend it with you." Anaelle looked me in my eyes and my heart popped out of my chest. This somewhat emotionless girl can show me the slightest bit of love and I will run with it forever. Since we were both sitting on the bed I gently pushed her to lay down and I laid down beside her. She stroked my face and crinkled her nose when she felt the stubble on my cheeks. Not near a full beard, but stubble has to mean a beard is coming, right?

    She ran her hand through my curly hair that was now down to my shoulders. I'm really surprised nobody in my family commented on my hair length, Mathis sure would be the one to make fun of me for it. She kissed me on my lips and my lips grasped hers with desperation. I placed my hands on her back and flipped her on top of me so that she was straddling me. I was expecting her to be heavier, but it was like she wasn't on top of me at all. I really need her to eat a little more.

    She put her hands under my shirt and felt my warm torso. I wanted to do the same but something inside me stopped me. Now wasn't the time to feel my first boob. Not right now. I put my hands on her hips instead and as her lips traveled to my neck, I almost couldn't bear it. I craved her in every way, physically and emotionally.

    "Monty!" I heard Mathis call from the hallway. Anaelle got off of me and smirked. I don't know if smirking was a good or bad thing but she was looking at my crotch the whole time. I ignored her, got up, and opened my door just as Mathis entered.

    "Dude why is your face so red?" Mathis smiled and punched me in the shoulder.

    "You need anything?" I ignored his question.

    "Yeah, I do. I need an answer. Are you and your girl coming with me tonight?" He looked behind me at Anaelle and smiled that lovable smile.

    "Go where?" Anaelle chimed in from behind me and I mentally rolled my eyes. I didn't want to get annoyed with Mathis because I haven't seen him in months. But he was sure aggravating. He walked past me and sat down next to Anaelle.

    "A couple of friends are having a bonfire tonight at The Pitt and I invited Monty because his friends from high school are going to be there. But of course, Monty always says no. So I was thinking you could persuade him? Maybe use some of that northern charm on 'em?" Anaelle's eyes got bright yet no smile crossed her face.