Nights Awake With Porter

(5) The Struggle Is Real

Porter flushed and I almost smiled. Even in the situation I was in, you know, half-naked in the back of his car, I was still thinking about yesterday. I wanted to know why he closed himself away from the world. Why he didn't open up to people. Why he was so constricted.

I loved how innocent he looks right now, in this moment. There's always those kids at school when you look at them you feel sorry for them. Or at least that's what I think. Those kids that grew up too fast, that take on too many responsibilities than they can handle. Looking at Porter now, I realized how different he was from different guys in our grade. He wasn't as perverted, he was a gentleman, most of all he still had that innocent feel to him.

He made me feel safe in away, and comfortable even in my nakedness.

I watched his expression in the mirror. He looked happy. Well, as happy as you could look with a small bruise forming on your cheekbone and a swollen bottom lip. Matt must have got him pretty good. His cheek looked like it had gotten the worst of it. It was blue with purple flecks, I can't imagine how much it hurt with the smile on his face, yet still he was gorgeous.

"You stink," he muttered disgustedly, covering his nose with his left hand, but keeping the other on the wheel.

I glowered at him threateningly, "Don't speak."

Both of our houses came into view, and I was bouncing up and down in anticipation. I was starving! Porter pulled into the curb in between both of our houses, and suddenly a problem came to mind. I needed to put my clothes back on, my damn fluffing clothes. I frowned at them.

No way. I am not going to put my pants back on.

"What's the problem?" Porter said, opening my door.

I smiled at the small action, but then remembered that it was on child lock. He would have had to open it anyways. Ignoring the small disappointment I twisted to the side and pressed down on the button to unbuckle my seat belt, the click never came. My neck got hot; you have got to be kidding me. I pressed with all my might and it still didn't buckle. Porter sighed impatiently, waiting at my side.

I pressed again, again, and again.

"God!" I groaned, flailing my arms up. This is complete BS, today has officially been the worst day of my life. I mean one time in junior high I started my period in sixth period, and that has been the worst day, until now. Today definitely takes the cake.

Porter leaned forward and cleared his throat awkwardly, "Do you need, uh, help with that?"

I looked to the side. He did this! He told me to put my seat belt on. If Porter had just let me be instead of getting all demanding I wouldn't be in this position. I glared at him and pulled my underwear down, because it was ridding up. He threw his head back and chuckled at my struggling.

"You did this on purpose!" I pointed at him.

Porter ignored my accusation and leaned towards me. His hand brushed my low waist and my breath hitched. His touch sent fire all over my body. He looked down at me apologetically, and I nodded in a forgiving matter. I didn't mind at all. I actually kind of wanted him to do it again.

No, ha... Just kidding. That would be weird, since I don't like him like that and all.

He pressed hard on the buckle, and with his first try he succeeded. He smirked at me playfully, "You couldn't press that down huh? Well, if I didn't know better, I'd think you wanted me to help you."

That earned him another glare, "Would you please just cover me." I asked, over his shoulder I saw a person walking their dog on the sidewalk. I wasn't going to put my clothes on, hell no. Not even if someone paid me a million dollars. Porter gave me a wry smile, but didn't object. I grabbed my clothes and slowly stepped out of the car, watching the dog walker making sure he wasn't looking over. Porter hovered behind me turning over his shoulder ever so often to make sure the ghost was clear.