Foreign Love

X - Fuck It

Chapter ten: Fuck It

I entered my bedroom and sighed in relief. If I knew coming out would be as relieving as it was, I'd have done it many years ago. They wouldn't have minded anyway: they'd known about it for six years! I should've figured it out earlier.

I laid on my bed and ...Baby One More Time started playing. Until I realized it came from my phone I was already singing to it. I grinned as I saw who was calling me.

A call from Andrew is always very welcoming.

Me: Hello...

Him: It's me. I just remembered I left my jacket on your chair. Would you mind bringing it to school tomorrow?

I looked at the chair by my desk and, indeed, there was a black jacket on it.

Me: Of course. Did you get home safe?

Him: Quite. The streets were empty and it's not like I have to walk a marathon to go from your place to mine.

Walk?

Me: But you said your mother was driving you home.

Silence.

Him: Yeah... I only said that because I know you wouldn't have let me go home alone at night.

Me: Damn right I wouldn't! If anything happened to you, how would I feel?

Him: Oh, don't be so dramatic, Tom. This is one of the most peaceful cities in Canada. Why am I telling you that? You grew up here!

Me: Still, next time I'll walk you home.

Him: So there's going to be a next time? Good to know. I'll make sure to leave more room for your mother's food.

I chuckled.

Me: I'll let her know.

Him: You are coming to watch me on Friday, aren't you?

Me: I said I am, didn't I?

Him: Well, you did, but it wasn't convincing enough. Anyway, I gotta go to sleep now, goodnight.

Me: Goodnight.

He hung up, just as the low-battery notification popped up. I searched visually for my charger and found it resting on my desk, about a meter away from my bed.

Why do I always put my things so far from me?

I sighed and got out of bed, dragging myself to grab the charger. When I stopped in front of my desk, however, something else caught my attention: a strange lavender smell.

After some time wondering where that might be coming from, I realized that lavender was Andrew's signature scent. It had to be his jacket. I grabbed it and brought it closer to me. The smell invaded my nostrils and memories started to replay in my mind, as I closed my eyes.

I felt that same smell when I entered the locker room earlier, where I had seen him shirtless and, boy, do I regret turning around when he took his towel off!

I tossed Andrew's jacket on my bed, locked the door and closed the curtains, not before taking a quick gaze at the full moon shining on the sky.

I flopped onto bed and took a deep breath. Lavender. Why does his smell have to be so remarkable? Couldn't it be something softer? Like mint or lemon?

I grabbed his jacket and pressed it against my nose. So good.

Unconsciously, my hands began to slide down my body, as I imagined they were his. Every time he touched me, I felt hotter. When they got to the source of my problems, they started doing quick moves, going up and down.