Red Side of the Moon

IV

"Phil," I whined.

I slowly approached him at his lunch table and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and raised a brow. All of his friends looked to me with confused faces.

"What do you want?" he asked.
"Could you help me with my homework?"
"I don't think–"
"Go ahead, Lester, help your little twink out."
"Excuse me... his what?"
"You heard me," the guy chuckled.
"What have you been telling them, Phil?"

Without saying anything, Phil got up from his seat, grabbed me by the arm, and dragged me out of the overcrowded room. He refused to let go of my arm until we made it into an empty classroom.

"What the hell was that?" I hissed. "Why were they calling me your 'twink'?"
"Cause they're assholes," he sighed. "What do you need help with?"

He sat down at a random desk and pulled out the seat next to him so I could sit down. I timidly pulled out my homework folder and showed him my assignments.

"Geometry," I whispered.
"Really?" he chuckled.
"Shut up! It's hard!" I giggled.
"Lucky for you I got an A in maths. Do you have your notes on you?"

Until lunch ended, we sat in the room and he did his best to tutor me. When the bell rang, he walked me to my next class. He subtlety gave me a quick kiss on he cheek and told me that he'd give me a ride home tonight. I stood in the halls, holding my cheek and smiling like an idiot.

After rehearsal he picked up my stuff and carried it to his car. He threw everything into the backseat and opened up my door for me. I blushed a bit and mumbled a thank you as he smiled at me.

On the way to his house, we played music, talked about our days, and what we were struggling with in rehearsal. Phil's biggest pet peeve was the dancing... he absolutely hates to dance. I don't really blame him, he's got two left feet.

We continued on with our not-so-secret relationship for a few months. Before either of us knew it, Phil was turning eighteen. He had invited me over the day before his birthday so we could hang out. We were in his room, cuddling on his bed, listening to Muse's newest album.

I was running my fingers through his newly dyed, black hair and smiling at him like an idiot. He was resting his hand on my hip as our legs were intertwined. Everyone once in a while we'd share a gentle kiss and I'd let out a giggle.

"Why do you keep laughing?" Phil chuckled.
"Just cause," I beamed.
"You're so stupid," he smirked.
"You're the stupid one," I teased.
"How so?"
"You agreed to date a thirteen year old," I smirked.
"Shut up," he smiled.

He gave me another soft kiss before rolling onto his back. I laughed to myself before getting up and straddling his waist. He lightly held his hands on my hips as I playfully bounced up and down.

"You poor boy," Phil tsk'd. "So young and innocent... don't even know how horny this could make a bastard."

I bit at my bottom lip and smiled. I rested my hands on his abdomen and started playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Let's have sex," I bluntly said.
"Excuse me?" Phil laughed.
"Right now..."
"I don't think so, Dan."
"But why not?" I pouted.
"Honey, listen to me..."

He sat up and scooted back so he was resting against the headboard. I slowly started to slip off of his lap, but he quickly caught me. His hands barely held onto my hips as my arms snaked around his neck.

"I'm not gonna have sex with you."
"Why not?" I whined.
"Why not? Dan, you're only thirteen... you're still a child..."
"No I'm not," I fought.
"Yes, my dear, you are."
"But–"
"Dan... I don't want to be something you'll regret..."
"But I won't regret it," I whispered.
"You don't know that."
"But I do!"
"Daniel..." He lightly grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. "I would rather go through a two and a half year dry spell, than make you have sex before you're ready. Okay?" I nodded. "Okay," he smiled.

He smushed my cheeks together with his left hand, making my lips puckered out. He chuckled at the sight of my silly face before gently giving me a kiss.

"So you'd really wait two and a half years for me?" I mumbled through my mushed lips.
"Of course I would," he whispered. "Love is in the patience, dear."
"You lo–" He cut me off with a kiss.
"Don't get carried away," he grinned. He let go of my face and returned his hands to my hips. "Hey, do you wanna spend the night?"
"Where would I be sleeping?"
"In here," he shrugged.
"Oh... alone?"
"No, stupid, with me."
"Oh..." My cheeks heat up at the thought.
"So?" He raised a brow. "I'll lend you some clothes. It also saves me the hassle of dropping you off tonight then picking you up again tomorrow for my party."
"Can I call my mum to make sure?"
"Yeah, of course."

He grabbed the telephone off of the charging stand on his bedside table. He handed it to me and I quickly punched in the numbers. I chewed on my nails as the phone rang—Phil grabbed onto my hands and shook his head. He always hated it when I chewed on my nails... he said it was a bad and unattractive habit.

"Hello?" Mum answered.
"Hey, Mum. Can I sleep over my friends house tonight?"
"Which friend?"
"Phil..."
"Have I met Phil before?"
"He's the one who drives me home from rehearsal everyday."
"Oh, him? Yeah, sure. He seems like a sweet boy. Just be safe, okay?"
"Okay, thanks mum."
"Do you need me to drop anything off for you? Like your toothbrush or straightener?"
"No, Phil says he has an extra one I can borrow."
"Toothbrush or straightener, Dan?"
"Toothbrush, Mum," I whined.
"Okay, good. Have fun, alright?"
"I will. Thanks again."
"No problem. Love you."
"Love you too. Bye."

I hung up and set the phone back on its stand. I ran my hands through Phil's hair and smiled.

"So I can stay."
"I heard," he smirked. "I'll grab you a fresh set of clothes."

He teasingly tossed me to the side and I sprawled out on his bed. He walked over to his dresser to pick out a random shirt and set of boxers.

"Do you want trousers or do you just sleep in pants?"
"I'm fine with whatever, honestly," I said.
"Well, here's a pair of trousers in case you get cold."
"Thanks..."
"No problem, baby."

I pursed my lips as my cheeks started heating up. I crossed my legs and started fiddling with my thumbs. Phil looked over to me and rolled his eyes.

"What's wrong? Does baby not like his nickname?" he teased. I felt my entire face get hot. "And you thought you were ready for sex," he smirked. "Trust me, babe, if and when we fuck, the names will be much dirtier."

He let out a low chuckle as he bit on my right earlobe. He placed a few kisses down my neck before finally placing one on my lips. He lifted my head up and pushed my hair out of my eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Thank you," I mumbled.
"For what?"
"For agreeing to not have sex..."