Our Little Secret | Sal Vulcano

Ch. 8

I woke up with a pounding in my temples and no one by my side. I rubbed my eyes and left the room, looking for Sal. I came downstairs and saw him sleeping on the couch, covered in blankets. He looked cute sleeping, even if he was drooling over his pillows. I didn't bother to wake Sal because I knew he needed his sleep, so I decided to make breakfast for him. As I was searching for the ingredients for banana pancakes, all I could think about how he treated me last night. I never thought someone could be that caring and it just made me love Sal even more. Why does he care about me that much? You wouldn't think that someone you met only a few weeks ago would do much for you.

I heated a pan up and poured the batter onto it. I felt warm hands on my waist. "What are you making? It smells good," Sal hugged me from behind.

"Banana pancakes. Why did you sleep on the couch?"

"I wanted you to get some sleep." I gave him a kiss and he stood next to me, leaning against the kitchen counter. I flipped the pancake over and looked at Sal, smiling at him.

Thinking back to the time I dreamt about just even hugging Sal, it felt so unreal how we've come to more than that. He has meant everything to me before I even met him.

"Wait, watch this," Sal said. I moved over a little and he took the pan and flipped the pancake over in the air.

"Wow, showing off now, are you?" I asked giving him a smirk.

"Maybe just a little." We both laughed.

We ate our breakfast together on the couch watching TV. I heard my phone ringing upstairs and I ran to Sal's room. It was my mom.

"Hi, Mom," I answered.

"Hey, Angela. I was just wondering if you know what time you're gonna come home."

"Umm.. I'm not sure yet. I think later today."

"That's fine. Love you."

"Love you too. Bye." I hung up and realized I was still in Sal's clothes. I didn't feel like putting the dress I wore last night back on, so I just stayed in them. I went back downstairs and saw that Sal was cleaning the dishes.

"My mom called. She wanted to know what time I'm coming home and I told her later today." I came over next to him and sat on the countertop. He finished cleaning our plates and dried his hands off. He stood in front of me between my legs and had his hands on my sides. "That's good. I wanna spend the day with you," he said. I started playing with his hair, making it messy. There were butterflies flying around in the pit of my stomach. Sal gave me a long kiss.

"I really wish I can go out in public with you," Sal uttered.

"Me too," I said quietly. I got up from the countertop. "Can I have Advil? My head is killing me." Without saying anything he opened a cabinet up and took out Advil. He handed 2 pills over to me and got me some water. I gulped it down quickly and took some more sips of water. "Can we lay in your bed?," I asked. He tilted his head as if he wanted to know why, but he didn't question it.

"Yeah, sure." We got up to his room and just laid down holding each other. We didn't say anything until I broke the silence.

"Sal, what if someone finds out about us?," I asked almost at a whisper. He shut his eyes.

"No one will find out," he mumbled. I turned over and stared at the ceiling.

"But how? I have to tell my best friend one da-"

"No. There's no way you can tell anyone," he slightly raised his voice, but quieted down. "We're just starting to get closer. I don't want to lose you."

"I understand," I said. "I'm sorry." And I was. I don't know why I'd say something stupid like that. My best friend doesn't need to know. If she starts questioning why I haven't been hanging out with her as much as I used to, I'll just make something up.

It's crazy how one week I'm waiting to meet a man that I really loved and the next week I'm lying in bed with him, kissing him. This world is weird and I still have to figure it out. Out of no where, I remember what had happened at the party. Andrew. The guilt started pouring into me, and I knew I had to tell Sal.

"At the party last night," I gulped, "I shared a few drinks with this guy, Andrew." Sal sat up and looked at me, curious to know what I was going to say next. "He was flirting with me. We both got high and drunk and he took me upstairs to a room." He looked away from me and I knew he was disappointed. "He tried to hook up with me, but I realized right away what I was doing and I left him." Sal didn't say anything. I sat up and turned to him. I gave him a minute to respond, but he didn't say anything. "Sal? Are you upset?"

"I'm not," he said, but from the look of his face, you could tell something was wrong.

"Does that bother you?" I put my hand on his thigh.

"I don't know." I gave him a confused look. "I'm glad you didn't do anything, though." He took my hand. His hand felt warm on my cold hands. He kissed me on the cheek.

"Let's get high together one day," I said to him, remember what he said when he picked me up last night. He smiled at me as if he was up to something and got up from the bed, and looked into his closet. He separated clothes on the hangers to get to a box that was labeled "etc." Sal opened the box and took out a small, black plastic box. He took a ziplock bag out of it. He turned around looking at me with a huge smile on his face, holding up the bag. What was in the bag? 5 grams of weed. I started laughing.

"Can we?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah."