Homecoming

Homecoming: The Next Day

I had fallen asleep wonderfully last night, but I woke up at 4:30 in the morning, only thing on my mind was him. Jacob. He was running through my mind over and over, the memory of that kiss playing over in my head. I finally went back to sleep around six, still on my mind as I laid there.
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When I woke up a couple hours later at eight, I left him a couple messages, but he never answered. I went to get my dress fixed with my mom, throwing on all my rubber bracelets to hide his name written on my wrist. We were in the car when she asked me that question I was dreading.
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"Did you see Jacob last night?" Just a basic question, like she knew I had.
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"Yes," I replied, trying to keep the shock out of my voice from her asking.
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"How'd that go?" She was actually interested.
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"It actually went pretty well."
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"How well?" Now she was worrying me.
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"We talked, we hugged, we cuddled," I said, keeping the kiss out of it.
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She nodded and left it at that, I was glad for it. We spent the rest of the ride singing and dancing in the car like we usually do. I arrived home and immediately got to packing, the hours passing and him still on my mind despite the craziness of the packing surrounding me. Over this time I had the crazy idea to call him at nine that night.
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I had asked my friends in our gay group chat, we run an LGBTQ Instagram page together. I explained what happened last night and they thought it was a great idea. I couldn't help but think of last night.
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Jacob looked at me, snuggled up next to him. "You know I sit in bed at nine every night staring at my phone, waiting for you to call."
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"You do?" I asked him, surprised, I didn't think he'd want to talk with me.
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"Of course, it was always the best part of my day," I could hear the smile in his voice without even looking at him.
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I blinked away the tears of thinking about him, I shouldn't, I would never get to see him again, let alone talk to him, I was crazy for that plan but I was going through with it. I continued on with my packing until 4:15 in the afternoon and I was all packed, I finally let myself relax and I watched some tv, knowing I was gonna start dinner soon.
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After dinner I looked for one of the things we needed to charge my phone, I had made a post on Snapchat about last night, I didn't know my mom saw it until she yelled "You kissed Jacob?" It wasn't angry, but more of shock.
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I came out of the room "He kissed me," I replied nervously.
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"With tongue?" She was questioning me now.
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"No, they didn't last for more than two or three seconds a piece and they were spread out over two hours," this time more confident knowing she would believe me.
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"Tell me next time I ask you what happened with a boy." All I did was nod in response then continued to my search.
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Around 7:15, I decided I was going to shower, they always made me feel better when I was sad, it was as if the water took away all the stress. When I climbed in, the only thing I could think was I wanted all the memories gone except for that first kiss, how much I wanted that kiss. I got out of the shower around 8:30, going to spend half an hour with my family before I went to call him.
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At 8:57 I got up and took care of my nightly chores that consisted of taking care of my cat. I set up YouTube on my Xbox and put something on I knew I wouldn't pay much attention to, and at 9:07 I finally had the guts to hit the call button. It rang and rang, and he didn't answer so I left him a message saying I figured that it would be a nice surprise to call. I called again at 9:20 and gave up when he didn't answer.
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I was staring aimlessly at the television, one earbud in my ear when I heard my phone ringing under my side. I picked it up and there it was, a FaceTime request from Jacob. I panicked for a few seconds before hiding my face behind my blanket and answering, the biggest smile on my face. We talked about last night, a lot about feelings of when we first saw each other and what ran through our heads.
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"I was mad at you until the second time you approached me, when I saw the bright pink hair and the cat ears all I could think was 'Oh shit,' I was expecting you to come up and yell at me," he told me, this was normal for us, we found it easier to share feelings on a call.
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"I had a panic attack when I saw you, my heart was literally beating out of my chest, it freaked Alex out when she felt it," I shared my side, I wanted him to know. "You walked right past me and didn't look at me, right past me, it made me sad."
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"I was still mad at you and I was worried you were mad at me."
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"I approached you multiple times then turned away, the first time I actually said anything to you I was internally freaking out, so I tried to be confident."
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"The way you said it and handed me the letter made me think you were mad at me, after you walked away I kept muttering under my breath 'Fuck me,' because I thought you were gonna yell at me."
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"I saw that look on your face and I needed to make sure you were okay, I felt bad. I purposely approached you while there was a rail between us in case you were mad."
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He laughed, god I loved it. "I stopped being mad then because I realized how much I missed you and that maybe this would be the last time I saw you."
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"What ran through your mind in that moment?" I asked, the tone in my voice slightly sadder than before.
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"It was like meeting a celebrity in person. There was this girl I got so used to seeing on my screen, then she was standing in front of me."
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I smiled at the compliment, oh how I loved him. The conversation continued with more talk of feelings and first thoughts, his voice just made me happy. There were silences, but they weren't so awkward for me, but everything was awkward between him and I.
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"So my mom saw that we kissed," I said, dropping the bomb before it got more emotional.
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"How'd that go?" He asked, slight worry evident in his voice, so I explained and he was relieved to hear that it was okay.
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"The kiss was perfect," I told him after the story.
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"Was it?"
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"Of course, it was you. How was I?" I asked nervously.
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"It was pretty good, not like I have much to compare it to." I smiled and nodded, knowing that he was happy with it. "So should I say it or do you want to?" He asked, we had gone the whole call with only saying it once.
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"I think it's your turn," I said, teasing him at the question.
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"I love you."
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"I love you too." I replied, adoring him saying it.
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The call went on until our phones were almost dead, a two hour call, it was perfect. I didn't sleep until an hour and a half later but all I wanted was him. I expected him to call back but it never happened, that was okay though, I had another good memory to remember him by if we never talked again.