Thanks For The Memories

Chapter Three

We spent the entire day painting. The windows were open, letting in the warm summer breeze.

Pete said, "Wow what a perfect day. Even though we spent the entire time cooped up in here painting."

I really wanted to say, "Everyday is a perfect day with you," but I didn't. How could I? I can't like my roomate. I just knew that it couldn't possibly end well.

Pete asked, "Are you okay?"

I nodded, "Just thinking, sorry."

"Don't ever apologize for just thinking. You have a great mind that you should put to use. Plus I love watching you think."

I blushed a little. He smiled, "But I love it even more when you think out loud. What's on your mind, Patrick?"

"I-I can't tell you."

His smile disappeared. My heart dropped. He left the room and into the bathroom. I wondered what he was doing in there.

I knocked lightly on the door, "Hey Pete? Are you okay?"

I heard a little clutter coming from inside. Then he came out, "Why won't you tell me?"

"I didn't think it mattered that much?"

"Of course it matters. I know what has been on my mind all the time, but I want to know what has been on your mind."

I asked, "What's on your mind?"

He said flatly, "You."

I swallowed hard. I was nervous. My hands felt clammy. I asked, "Is that a good or bad thing?"

He replied, "I think about you in the most positive way possible. I really think you are an amazing person. Why don't you just tell me what were you thinking about? You can tell me anything."

"Do you really want to know the truth?!"

He nodded, "Yes!"

I was nearly shouting with my answer, "I was thinking about you and I as a couple! Are you happy now?!"

He kissed me out of nowhere. His soft lips attached to mine. His hands held my waist. For once in my life nothing else mattered. I didn't worry about the paint fumes going into my head or about how the sky is an infinite enigma.

I only thought about Pete.

He was the only thing on my mind. He was the only thing that mattered. He was the only thing that I cared about.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as we continued to passionately kiss. He was a great kisser.

A minute or two later we let go of each other. Pete asked, "Would you like to go on a date with me?"

My eyes lit up. I wanted nothing more than to go on a date with him. I knew that it may not end well, but I really wanted to at least try. "Yes."

He lifted me up, hugging me. He spun around in circles with me in his arms. I really liked this magnificent man. I was surprised he wanted to go out with a kid like me. I may have told him I was an adult, but let's face it.

I was a kid.

He said, "Alright I am taking you out right now. Go get ready because we are going on an adventure."

I smiled and jogged into my room. I changed into some of my clothes. I felt bad I had gotten paint all over Pete's clothes although he assured me that he didn't mind.

I put on my burgundy sweater over top of a plain white t-shirt with dark colored jeans. I walked out to see Pete in a black t-shirt with a skeleton design on it and of course black skinny jeans. He took my hand in his. I said, "So we are going on an adventure?"