Chapter 7 - Await

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by please_stop_me_now

by please_stop_me_now

Song: Blue Dress by Depeche Mode

After Layne and I kissed, I pulled back and gave him a hug.

"Let's go sit down." I said.

"Alright." Layne responded.

"So is this goodbye?" I said before laughing, "Damn, that sounds waaaaay too dramatic."

Layne paused for a while.

"Are your fashion designs done?"

"Yep."

"You got anything important goin' on back in Bakersfield?" He asked me as a quizzical look crossed my face.

"No...why?"

"I mean...it'd be really cool if you could, you know...hang out with the band a bit...y'know...see Seattle!" Layne said. My heart filled with joy at the nervous grin on his face. He knew what he was asking was grandiose and it was likely that I'd say no, but I seriously considered the offer.

"Fuck...you sure you're not gonna murder me or anything, are you?" I asked jokingly.

"Yes, that was the plan all along!" He said in a mock villain voice. I rolled my eyes and we both had burst out laughing.

"You know what? Fuck it. I'll turn in my fashion designs today. I think I'll book a plane ticket, though...I don't feel like driving for two days straight." I stated. Layne looked shocked, but he seemed overjoyed.

"Seriously, man?!" He exclaimed.

"Hell yeah." I said with a smile, "I'll call you and fill you in on the details when I'm ready." I yawned. After all, I had stayed up all night.

"Damn, I'm tired tooooo..." Layne fake-whined. He laid down on my bed and I followed suit. Staring up at the ceiling, his hand brushed against mine for a few seconds. Tingling euphoria filled me with the slight, sweet contact.

"Wanna smoke?"

"Of course. Lemme get my light." And with that, we smoked weed and talked about our music tastes. Layne spoke about his love for Ministry, and I spoke about my love for The Cure.

"We should, like, listen to some Ministry sometime!" Layne exclaimed.

"Yeah!" I agreed. We spoke for about another hour, until we were both agreeably tired. Getting up from the bed, I walked over to the entryway.

"Call you later, Layne." I smiled. He didn't respond, though, which puzzled me. Then, Layne put a hand on my waist, quickly hesitating and pulling me into a slight hug. Smiling at his awkwardness, I took in Layne's beauty wanting so desperately to kiss him, but I dropped it. Closing the door, I suddenly hoped for his warmth. Sighing, I grabbed my cassette player and began to play Sunshine from Facelift.

Falling asleep with my headphones in, I awaited the next day...