"What would you like to drink?" I asked him, while I walked to the fridge.
"Uh, well, what is there?" He inquired, sitting at that mini bar.
"Sprite, water, crush soda, tea.."
"Sprite..."
I grabbed the can of Sprite and handed it to him.
"So..." I said awkwardly.
"So, how long have you lived here? The view is pretty nice." He walked to the front window, of my loft.
"Oh, uh... A while.. I'm not quite sure." I say, following him.
He sipped his Sprite.
He looked so handsome in the sunlight. His eyes reflected like little mirrors.
"Well, why did you want me to come over?" He asked, walking to the couch to sit down.
"Uhmm... Well, why did you agree to come over?"
He chuckled a little.
"Uh, free soda."
I chuckled after him.
"Using me for my goods?" I joked.
He laughed and looked at me.
"Oh, you've got an eyelash. Here I'll get it." He leaned in close and gently touched my cheek.
"Make a wish.." He said, as we looked into one another's eyes.
I softly blow the thin lash off his finger.
I slowly lean in a little more, looking at his lips then into his eyes again. I lean in more and kiss him. He doesn't know how to react at first and then he moves his lips with mine.
"...wait" he pushes back. I stop.
"I-I'm sorry... That was stupid.. I'm sorry..." I said embarrassed.
"I-I should g-go. I'll text you, later." He says, struggling to his feet and grabbing his backpack and jacket.
I stay silent.
I hear the front door close, behind him and closed my eyes in regret.
Damn it. I went too fast. What if he isn't even gay? When did I become gay? How did this happen? I'm so stupid. He kissed me back.
Hours later.
I sat on the floor, rubbing my eyes.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I look at the front door, confused as to who that could be. I open it to see Stiles standing in front of me. I stay quiet and open the door more for him to come in, as I walked away and sit back where I was.
"Derek, I'm sorry for running out like that. I know, I should've explained. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
"I'm not even gay."
"Wh-what? But... Y-You kissed me."
"I know. I don't know what happened. I'm sorry. I've never done anything like that. At least, not with another guy."
"So, you feel differently about me because of what's in my pants? When did that become anyone's business, other than mine? You can't have feelings for me because I have a stick and not a slit? I didn't know feelings revolved around that." He said upset. I slowly looked up at him.
"...I'm new to all this. You're the first guy that's made me feel love at first site. Honestly, you're the first person."
"Yeah, me too." He said, sitting next to me and slowly leans his head on my shoulder.
"How is it I feel more comfortable with someone I just met, than I do around anyone else?"
"I don't know. Maybe, we have met before. Just don't know it." He said.
I just chuckle softly.
"I'm gonna stay here with you, tonight." He said softly.
I smiled and nodded.
