j a s p e r *
Hayes and I are going up to a log cabin for the weekend, just for a 'best friend' getaway type thing. Hayes and I have been best friends since we were about seven or eight years old; we're both eighteen now, but here lately, we haven't been able to spend a whole lot of time together, so we planned this trip to hang out for a few days, just me and him.
We leave Thursday evening, meaning we miss school on Friday and are coming back on Monday, meaning we also miss Monday, and possibly Tuesday depending on how late we get in that evening. After school, Hayes is going to drive back home (to his house) and I'm going to go home, get my stuff, and then go over to his house and pick him up; from there, we'll head towards our cabin. Where we're going is about a five and a half to six-hour drive; we'll stop and eat dinner before we leave.
"Ready?" I ask Hayes as he gets in my car on Thursday afternoon at 5:00 PM. I would've been over to get him sooner, but I had to be my little sister's chauffeur and take her to dance class.
"Yeah, I think so," he says, checking his pockets; he's already put his stuff in my trunk.
"Did you get everything? Chargers? Clothes? Hygiene things?"
"Yep," he says, checking off an imaginary list in the air. "Yep, I've got everything I need."
He shakes out the blanket he brought, unfolding it and laying it over his lap.
"We can just go through the drive-thru somewhere and get food if you want," I tell him.
He yawns and nods. "That's fine with me."
We end up going through the Hardee's drive-thru and eat in the car.
We're about an hour or so in, and we've already made a stop:
To get gas, get snacks, drinks, and use the restroom.
After we've gotten our snacks, drinks, used the restroom and filled up on gas, we're on the road once more, heading towards our final destination.
We get there around one o'clock in the morning, after making three stops to use the restroom.
"Hi," I say to the front-desk person. "We have a reservation,"
"Name?" she asks, looking at me. She's young, probably early-to-middle twenties.
"Jasper Nichols," I say.
"Alright, we've got you, here's your key, you'll be in cabin eight,"
She gives me directions on how far to go, and then I go back to the car.
I hand Hayes the cabin key and follow the gravel path to our cabin.
Hayes and I have just finished unloading the car. It's a one-bed, one-bath cabin with a living room, dining room, and kitchen.
"So," Hayes says, coming out of the bedroom. "There were supposed to be two double beds, but there's only one, so I can sleep on the couch if you want me to, or...?"
"It'll be alright," I tell him. "I don't mind to share a bed if you don't,"
He shrugs. "I don't mind,"
He takes the left side of the bed, and I take the right side (well duh). We put our snacks in the kitchen, our suitcases on the floor and dresser of the bedroom, and our butts in the bed. It's been a long day, and we've been in the car for six and a half hours, give or take. I change into a pair of old(ish) blue sweatpants with a white strip down the side and a gray t-shirt with Mickey Mouse on it; Hayes wears a pair of gray sweatpants with the words 'Varsity 1998' written in a circle in red on the upper part and an old(er)team t-shirt. I think it's from our Freshman year baseball team, but I'm not exactly one hundred percent sure. I collapse onto the bed, groaning, as Hayes falls beside me. Although Hayes and I have been best friends for so long, I do think that he is very cute, but if it works out that's great, and if it doesn't, then that's great too! I look over to find Hayes staring at me.
"What?" I ask him, trying not to laugh and also trying to not fall asleep.
"Nothing," he says softly, still looking, intensely, at me.
He lays his head down on the pillow and scoots close to me.
"Hold me," he whispers softly, nudging my shoulder and wriggling his way into my arms. I turn slightly so that his head is on my chest and close my eyes.
The next morning, I wake up to Hayes still curled up against me, his right leg draped over my left leg and hooked with my right one. He's absolutely adorable when he's asleep, I'm realizing. I stare at him for a good five minutes before he opens his eyes and looks at me.
"How long have you been awake?" he asks me, poking my nose with his pointer finger.
I shrug. "Probably about five minutes or so,"
He nods, still looking intently at me, and doesn't look away.
"What?" I ask him, replaying last night.
He shakes his head, then he grabs my chin and leans in, pressing his lips against mine softly, but roughly. I freeze for a half-second out of shock but start to kiss him back, grabbing his waist and pulling him on top of me. His hands lay on my shoulders, pressing down lightly as he tucks his feet under my legs. My hands are on his lower back, riding his shirt up a little bit so that I feel a sliver of his skin on the edge of my hand.
"I did not think you were going to react like that," he begins, breathlessly, as he leans his head against mine. "But I'm glad you did,"
"Why didn't you think I would react like that?" I ask him, putting a finger under his chin and kissing him softly.
"I didn't think you liked me back, like that, anyway,"
"Hayes, I've liked you for a good three years or so, at this point, I have no clue how you haven't noticed yet."
He laughs gently. "I picked up on a few things here and there, but I thought maybe my crush was just getting in the way and making me read too far into it,"
I shake my head. "Nope, it was real," I tell him, a smile spreading across my face.
"I'm glad,"
"Me too," I say, leaning in to kiss him again.
We spend the rest of that day on the couch with the fire going and watching movies all day while sharing kisses, cuddled up underneath a blanket.
1/18/20
This won't be posted for a while, so I'm not really sure why it's important, but:
Sorry I haven't written/updated in a while! I've been working on some other stories as well as I've been super busy! Actually, as I write this, I'm out of town and in a hotel; I'm visiting some family. Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Weekend, as well! I'll be writing and updating more soon!
