Take Me To Church

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Leo and I walked along the side walk, both of us sweating from the sweltering heat as we made our way towards my house. His dress shoes occasionally scuffed against the pavement, but he didn't seem to care. I wish I didn't care about things like that. It bugged me that he was able to act so freely while I was a prisoner of my mothers beliefs, forced to do what she told me or I'd probably get disowned.

"It's this one." I told Leo as we came up to my drive way. I opened the door, arm against the wood as I stood back so Leo could enter.

"What a gentlemen." he said laughing, winking at me before taking the invitation and walking inside.

"A boys never held a door open for me before." He continued chuckling as he removed his shoes. I blushed at the comment and shut the door. Leo wore bright pink socks, and I couldn't help but smile as he showed them off to me.

"Favourite colour?" I asked.

"Lucky socks." He replied, smirking. He stared at me for a few seconds, like he did in the grass earlier but with more...more of a glint in his hazel eyes. His smile held something I had only really seen in movies, usually before the actor realizes that he thinks some girl is really pretty and then kisses her.The only problem was that I wasn't a girl, and I'm certain Leo didn't look at me and have the word pretty come to mind. I dropped it and showed him around the house after saying hi to mine and his mother.

"Why don't you sit with us." They asked.

"We would love to join you ladies but me and Joseph were going to catch up on some school work." I silently thanked him, grabbing a pack of chips from the kitchen and leading him into my room. I wonder how he did it, charm everyone so easily I mean. My mother is impossible to win over, but she seemed to like him enough to let me skip gossip and tea.

"Hey ever heard of the band Free At Sea?" I shook my head, popping a few chips in my mouth as I sat on my bed. Leo decided to lay himself down on my hardwood floor, his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar as he played with his tie. I watched as he wrapped the fine black material around his fist, the veins in his forearms becoming much more prominent as he pulled it tighter. I felt my chest constrict as breath suddenly escaped me, seeing how his hands handled the silk so gently. My eyes trailed up to his mouth, memorizing the deep curve of his upper lip and the soft pink colour that they displayed. I couldn't help but think of how it would feel to kiss him, after all he was really attractive. Plus he smelled good. And I mean really good.

"There such a good band." he said suddenly, taking me away from my sinful thoughts. I rubbed my eyes in distaste, feeling ashamed of myself and the images running through my diseased mind.

"Hey you should come with me to a concert sometime, I'll get you hooked on them. And maybe I can get you hooked on a few other things." He joked.

"Um. What?" Leo started laughing.

"There's always lots of hot girls at concerts." He explained with a smirk on his face.

"Maybe I could hook you up with someone....unless you have a girlfriend already?"

"I don't." I muttered, feeling defeated. He liked girls. Of course he did, he wasn't the same as me, but I was hoping he might be. I found it strange, he acted so touchy and flirty all the time, unless I was reading his actions wrong. I decided he was just an affectionate person, watching as he stared at me for the hundredth time today.

"Why do you do that." I asked him quizzically.

"Do what?"

"That. Stare at me like that. Is there something on my face?" Leo smiled a little.

"No, no there's nothing on your face. I'm just trying to figure you out, that's all." Figure me out?

"You confuse me." I admitted to him. Leo got up on the bed, laying his legs in front of mine. I moved them out of his way, back against the wall as I looked him over.

"Good."

The longer I talked to Leo the more I liked him. He was funny in a sort of dirty way, and had a lot of interests and ambitions that I really enjoyed as well. I listened to him talk about school as I played Free At Sea on my phone, absorbing the music he recommended. It was pretty good, not normally something I would listen to but still good. It had a kind of heavy tone to it, and a lot of the lyrics held a really depressing meaning. Leo seemed relaxed by the sound coming from the small speakers, his chest rising slowly as his eyes fluttered shut. If his foot wasn't swaying to the beat of the song, I would have thought he was asleep. 

His top lashes lightly brushed against his cheeks, lips moving as he softly sang the words. His long fingers were lightly circling around his stomach, occasionally pushing down into the pale skin when the beat got heavier. I urged to touch him, feel him underneath the soft impact my hand would leave against the skin. 

He seemed to be such a free spirit, nothing holding him down. That day always remained fresh in my mind. Leo looked so carefree, so wonderful as he lay there in my bed, a bare part of his chest showing through his shirt. His pink socks brushed lightly against my leg from time to time, and in that moment he was distracted enough for me to look at him again. He had a light stubble on his chin, and I knew his razor missed a few strands of hair. His lashes were really long for a boys and I couldn't get it through my head that I was not supposed to find him or all of his features so extraordinary. It drove me insane yet made me want him even more. I leaned my head back against the wall as his foot began brushing against my leg more frequently. My eyes fluttered shut at the innocent contact, and for a single moment I could almost imagine that he wanted me as much as I seemed to want him. 

His touch intoxicated me, made breath seem like a distant memory the longer his body made contact with mine. I felt an indescribable need to push myself against him, put my hands on his stomach and press my lips against his mouth. I suddenly felt him everywhere, his very being causing an uprising inside of my stomach, his fingers came up and gently touched my lips, I felt his hot breath on my face and wondered how he could breath so easily while I sat in a complete state of paranoia as no air came. I suddenly opened my eyes, thoughts sinful and deep as I sat in shock and shame as my head told me one thing and my body told me another. 

Leo's foot was still against me, his music still playing and his body still relaxed. I found it hard to not shift uncomfortably as he lay there, not knowing the things running through my dazed and sickened mind. I am a slave to these unruly thoughts, a slave to my body which despises me and tricks me so often with these feelings and needs. I sigh heavily and lay down with him, my toes near his chin. 

"Everything good?" He asks me. 

"Yea." I lied. Leo sat up a little, looked at me, and then plopped back down. 

"Either I can read people really well, or your a terrible liar." 

"Maybe it's a bit of both." He put his hand on my leg in an attempt at comfort and changed the song. It was upbeat but depressing. 

"Let the music be sad for you." He said with a small nod of his head, a light frown created creases on his forehead. I subconsciously put my hand on him as well, and I wouldn't have made a really big huge deal of it if I didn't see the smile that light up his face.