First Last Steps

Chapter 3

I feel bad about not really talking to my boyfriend until I need something, but I'll try to do better about it. I need someone and now isn't a good time to over evaluate who it is. I put his address into google maps, which makes me guilty because I don't know how to get to his house yet. I try to ignore all the guilt and just drive. 

If I was in a book then it'd be sunny out so I could roll down my window and blast some music. But instead it's pouring and I'm sitting in silence. And it's not even calming rain. It's that loud rain that gives you a headache. 

By the time I finsh thinking about if I was in a book google maps announces that I've arrived at my destination. Of course his house is still a few houses down. I pull into the driveway of the mini mansion. I can't believe that's his house. It's weird that it's in this neighborhood, all the other places are small or average houses on his street. I park and get out to find Micheal sitting on the front porch waiting for me.

"Hey! You doing alright?" He asks, obviously happy to have me over for the first time.

"Right now I'm actually not that bad. You?" I respond, actually telling the truth.

"I'm doing good. My parents are out of town. I think they'll get back in a few weeks, so you can stay for a while"

"Thank you. Youre house is big."

"Thanks."

We walk inside, passing a fountain in the entrance. We go through the living room, which has a giant tv and a sectional couch, and get to the stairs, which are surprisingly normal. After we climb the stairs we go into the first door on the right, which appears to be his bedroom. It's not that different from mine, just bigger. He has a bed, which I think is only twin sized, but I'm not sure. I guess he wouldn't need that big of a bed, since he's such a small person. He had a desk with a laptop on it. There's not really much else except his dresser and a bean bad chair. I'm not surprised though. He seemed like someone who likes it simple.

"This your room?" I ask.

"Yeah" he says, a bit more excited then I'd think he'd be.

"Nice." 

"Thanks. Do you have any clothes or anything?"

"No."

"Ok. I don't think you wear the same size as me, but we can go buy you some clothes. My parents always leave me a ton of money for food while they're gone. It's like they think I eat steak every night." 

I laugh, "Thanks!" I usually don't laugh, I think Micheal might be a good boyfriend and that this might actually turn into a serious relationship after all.

"So do you want to stay in my room with me or stay in our spare room?"

"I think I'll sleep with you if you don't mind. I always find it hard to sleep alone in an unfamiliar place."

"Sounds good."

I don't know what else to say, so I go sit by him on his bed. I didn't notice him sit down. He looks so perfect, I can't believe I didn't think this would go anywhere. I can feel his leg on mine and it's just so nice sitting here with him. After a minute of sitting he puts his head on my shoulder and I feel warmth instantly spread through my body. I'm so gay I love it. I find his hand and hold it and we just sit here, perfectly. I guess this would happen in a book.