Late Night Love Reads

Secrets of Midnight

12:26 am

The bathroom is misty with that fog that builds up during a good, long shower. The rug I just bought is soft and damp from my steps out of the soak. Blaine and I share a wall as he is probably laid up in my bed by now, and waiting for me to finish. He is keeping me company after Sam's birthday party. Sam's cousin (my ex-boyfriend now for about twenty six minutes) just broke up with me over something stupid.

"You invest so much time in Blaine, Ariana. He calls, you go, and vice versa. I'M your boyfriend, right? Remember?"

I didn't know what the hell he was talking about. I like him a lot. His hair, his eyes. He was cute, but my attention for two years was just not enough for him I guess.

The creaking of the restroom door broke the silence of the hallway as I pad over to my bedroom. Wrapped in my towel, I walke through the door to see Blaine moving away from the stack of book in my bookshelf. His back is to me. Dark hair catching the darkness of midnight.

Suspicious, I say, "Whatcha doin'?"

"Nothin'. Just looking through your boring books," he exclaims comically. "I mean God damn, Ari. All these sappy ass books would kill me."

"Oh, whatever. You wish you had a life as exciting as these books. Excuse me, sorry. Pieces of literature," I giggle.

He turns around, "So dramati-"

He stops when he sees me in my towel only. Staring me up and down his appearance changes in more ways than one, and a deep breath is what Blaine takes before continuing. Speaking and investigating my room as though he has not seen it hundreds of times before.

"Dramatic. They're just tiny, soon to be forgotten crap about white people falling in love."

"First of all, hell no. Not one person will remember them in even ten years," I say making my way to my dresser. "And second, I only buy black love books. What do you take me for, sir?"

"You're right. I should have known," Blaine turns around to let me change.

"Alright," I say. "Do I look twelve or what?"

I pose when he turns to see my red, mickey mouse pajamas. Blaine bought them for me last year when he went to Disney Land.

Chuckling, he says, "Oh, man. No, no, no. Ari. You look six."

"Stop. I look cute. Are you tryna watch a movie or... just stay up?"

"Let's play a game," I say putting on his purple hoodie over my tank top without asking.

"...I think we should play truth or dare."

"Are you six, Blaine?"

"Nah, it'll be fun. I feel like I haven't talked to you in a while."

"Okay, sit let's go."

"Truth or dare," I say.

"What? Me first?"

"Yeah, let's go."

"Yes, ma'am. Truth."

"Do you like Sam?"

"We're just friends. You ask me that everyd-"

"I have to keep checking, you're so secretive," I whisper, wiggling my figures in front of him.

"No."

"Why?... She's cute, right?"

"Not my type, and that's more than one question. Truth or dare."