Our Little Secret | Sal Vulcano

Ch.5

It was morning and I woke up rubbing my eyes, looking around the room to find that I was alone. I looked at my phone that read 8:47am and saw that I had a couple of text messages.

Mom and I went out for breakfast, we'll be back by 11, my dad wrote. "Thanks for the invite, dad," I sarcastically said to myself.

I saw I got an unread message from Sal that said, "Hey, I hope you slept well. When will you be leaving the hotel?" I stared at my phone, questioning if I should reply. I didn't want anything to happen to Sal because of me, and I didn't want to put myself in a relationship that had to be kept a secret. I replied to him anyways- "i slept okay. i'm at the room alone right now till 11. stop by? we need to talk."

It took a couple of minutes for him to reply. "I'll be there in 5," the text read from Sal. I quickly brushed my hair out and put a new change of clothes. There was a knock on the door. It was him. I opened the door and he smiled at me.

"Come on in," I suggested. He came in and looked around.

"Where are you parents?," he asked.

"They're having breakfast somewhere. They left before I even woke up." I sat down, and he took a seat on the desk chair. "Listen about last night-"

"I know. I didn't think it all through," he interrupted. I looked at him. "I went too far, but that doesn't change anything. I still would like to get to know you."

"But why? I'm only a fan. What makes me so different from the others?" Sal furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why I was questioning this.

"There's something about you. I can't make out what, but you're different. Please, give me a chance. I'm not using you."

"How will we keep this a secret?," I questioned. "I mean, you are a somewhat famous comedian."

He shook his head. "I keep my personal life to myself and close friends and family. There isn't a huge chance that we'll get caught."

"And what if we do get caught?"

"We won't. Unless one of us opens our mouth, we're fine." I didn't ask anymore questions, even though I had a million to ask. He got up and sat next to me. "So, where do you live?" he asked, putting his hand on my thigh. I gulped. All I could think about was last night and how he made me feel.

"Brooklyn," I answered.

He lifted his eyebrows and smiled, "Oh so we aren't too far apart. I was hoping you didn't live in like Massachusetts or something."

I got up from the bed and shook my head. "How can you do this?"

He looked at me, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Why are you risking your career for a fan? I mean, this is what my fantasies were always about, but still. I just can't get it through my head."

He got up from the chair and held my hand. "When you walked into the meet and greet, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. When we talked, I couldn't stop smiling. There's just something about you. I could care less if you were 20 years younger than me. I don't care if we only just met less than 24 hours ago." I looked down at the floor, speechless. This was all so crazy to me, like a dream. He has over a million fans chasing after him, but I'm different to him. I always thought I was in love with him before I even met him. Just everything about him made me flutter. I told myself I was crazy for thinking I was in love with a man I never met. And a 16 year old in love? Crazy. Delusional. But the feeling I had going from my stomach to my heart and head, it just proves what I thought was real.

I refused to look into Sal's eyes, restraining myself from kissing him. I looked at the clock. 10:37am. I cleared my throat. "You should go now. My parents will be coming back soon."

"Okay. We'll see each other again," he said grabbing my hand.

I nodded and grinned, "soon."

He smiled and was out the door once again.