I finish unpacking my boxes and walk down the hall to Jay’s room. I knock but get no answer so I open the door. My mouth drops when I get inside.
“Dinners ready.” Mom calls from the kitchen.
My guess was that he had finished unpacking early and had lots of time for detail. The room smelled like paint and I can easily tell you why. He had painted the walls blue. A really pretty royal blue. Every Hot Wheel that he had was displayed on one of many, many rows of clear display strips.
His room looked nothing like mine but was still huge. Suddenly someone emerges from the door on my right.
Steam pours out and makes the room hot. It was Jay.
“Hey, I love your room.” I say keeping my eyes up since the towel he had was loosely wrapped around his waist, leaving him shirtless. If that towel fell I needed an escape plan.
“Oh thanks,” he says wiping water from his face. It was obvious he had just finished showering. “I like having my cars out, instead of packed up in a box you know.” He says I nod.
“Yeah it looks great.” I say shifting my weight. I don’t exactly know why I was so uncomfortable; I am almost hoping the towel does fall so I have an excuse to leave.
“Yeah, well I’m gonna get dressed.” He says gesturing to the door.
“Ok, yeah, I’ll uh, it’s uh, mom says, that uhh, dinners ready.” I say stuttering trying to leave the room just a little too fast.
“Uh, ok.” He says raising an eyebrow.
I shut the door, shaking my head, as I walk back to my room just a little too quickly. I shut my own door and slide my back down the wall.
“Dinner’s ready!” my mom calls again from the kitchen.
“Not hungry!” I call back. Well not anymore.
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