Moving Forward

Chapter 8: Harry Johnson

I pulled up to the address that Caleb gave me. It wasn't too far from where we stayed and the white bricked house sat beautifully at the top of a long drive way. It was like the homes you see in the movies. It was two stories high with a stretched-out porch and stairs leading up to a large red door. I nodded, impressed with the nicely cut lawn. I looked to see what cars were in the drive way but then I saw a body that had me almost jumping out of the car.

Chris stepped out wearing a pair of sweatpants and no shirt. Even though it was like 50 degrees outside, he looked unbothered as he walked down the stairs. He stretched before finally looking towards my car. I waved happily as he looked on confused.

He begins his slow walk down the driveway as I let my window down. He smiled as he got closer to me and I said, "Really nice house. Looks very...comfortable."

He laughed leaning into the window and said, "That's just on the outside. On the inside, it couldn't be more different. Aren't you early for our date?"

"Aren't you late for our date?" I asked him and he rose an eyebrow. I laughed and said, "Or you can invite me in and give me a tour."

He looked around and said, "My mom is here but she will be leaving in just a bit. She has to go away for a conference on some new medical thing. So just go around the block and then come back. She'll be gone by then."

"Alright then," I smiled, "I'll see you in about 15 minutes."

"Alright," he said before running back up the driveway. I sped off trying to figure out the slowest route through the neighborhood as I watched his ass jiggle in those pants.

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"So, this is your place?" I asked as Chris closed the door behind us. Everything looked so...clean. I knew his mom worked in the hospital but I didn't know that she wanted her house to be the same way. The house walls were pure white with porcelain white flooring. The furniture was the only sign of color within the house. The couch was blood red and the fireplace that held the entertainment system was painted the same color.

There was also a rug and it was as black as night, covering almost the entire living room floor. However, everything else was white. Even the stairs were white. There was some black porcelain in the hallway leading to the bedrooms and bathroom but other than that, this house felt like I was legit in a creepy asylum.

"You were right about your house," I stated walking down the hallway, "It is a completely different atmosphere than what it looks like outside. You guys have a lot of empty space too."

There was barely a dining table in the dining room. It didn't even feel like a real home except for the carpet and furniture. I heard him chuckle before he said, "Well, my mom isn't really here most of the day and she doesn't cook either. So, she doesn't really have a chance to make this house her home. I have though."

I stared at him confused before we stopped at a black painted door. He opened it to reveal a multi colored room. The stripe patterns had me thinking of the pride flag but there were only three colors: pink, lavender, and blue. I wasn't sure what they meant but they were pretty to look at. Then my eyes looked around and saw a king-sized bed with silk navy blue sheets and black bed frame. His floor was even black porcelain tiles but those weren't things that caught my attention though. A few feet away from the bed was a work station with organized fabrics, a computer, and sewing machine. I was taken back because I never knew he had an interest in fashion. He dresses the part but he never really talked about it.

"You like sewing?" I said going over to the board he had behind the work table. It had different design ideas and they looked amazing. One of the outfits I swear could make it into fashion week. Looking at his sketches and style, I could tell that he was serious about this.