During this past week, I've made some money just by doing simple tricks. I keep hearing the word "quirk" Used when I perform, not really sure wht it means though. I just do things like elephant toothpaste and nitrogen bombs. With permission of course, and I guess since I'm kinda like one of those street performers, people come and put money in my bag. Even while paying rent, I should be able to buy a plane ticket eventually.
Finally, the weekend arrives, not really sure why it matters, I'm doing the same stuff anyways. Somehow I know today will be different today, that he would show up, his eyes wide with wait and curiosity, his cheeks flushed and red from running, and sweat dripping from his head and body, making for a slightly errotic scene. And he does.
I set down the bag in my hands and go to answer the door. As he takes off his shoes and enters, I realize that he has a bag, and I can't help but wonder what's in it, but I don't ask. I offer him a seat and he takes it. As he sits, I start to get the "tornado in a bottle" Materials together. As I'm transferring the supplies over to my bag, I feel a tug on the elbow of my sleeve. It's the kid. He's standing behind me holding on to my sleeve, and he looks so shy and embarrassed, and I can't help but feel a little turned on.
"Hu..H..Hi" He says, in English!
"Um, Hi", I say and give a little wave.
He knows a few words and phrases, and he teaches me some Japanese, and I help with his English. Even though this is basically just a glorified study session, we both have a great time. And throughout the weekend, Deku would continue to visit, regardless of the time, and not caring how long he stayed.
On Sunday, he let me know that he was thankful for the weekend, and that he wouldn't be able to visit at all during the week. I informed him that I wouldn't be going anywhere with the amount of money I currently had. He got up and started to leave, but froze in the doorway, just staring out into the 'hall'. I got up, thinking that the homemade lava lamp might have broke, but when I looked over his head, it was sitting out there just fine. I started to ask him if something was the matter, but when I looked at him, he was crying. He said what I'd been worrying about all week. When I'm away from him, my heart aches, but when I'm around him, it hurts so bad I think it might pop out of my chest. I get excited at the thought of seeing you again, and my face turns red when I am. We told each other these worries and problems, with a small amount of struggle.
But what do we do now? With these feelings conveyed properly, we should know what they meant, what to do, right? I didn't know what I was doing. My body simply moved on its own. I hugged him, and the next thing you know, I'm on top of him.
My body feels hot, and my skin crawls at just the slightest touch. It all happens so fast, I hardly remember it. We're wrapped around each other, hugging, and yet, it wasn't just hugging. Oh god, what am I doing, and who knew a hug could feel so good. It seems so wrong, and yet, it feels so right.
