Entry #12050104001305

Dancing > Sandwiches

"I'm making sandwiches for lunch. You hungry?" Tim asked. The four of them - Hoodie, Tim, Jessica, and Jay - had been trying to figure out what their next move should be. After spending the entire morning planning and coming up with very little, Tim had decided it was time for a break.

"Uhm, yeah. That sounds good," Jay replied, heading down the hall. Behind him, Tim disappeared into the small kitchen, leaving Hoodie and Jessica in the living room.

Entering Tim's room, Jay closed the door behind him. After their long morning of planning (and kissing), he just needed a moment to himself. He was anxious to figure out a plan of action when it came to Alex and he was stressed out about what could have possibly happened the night before that he didn't remember.

Quickly booting up his laptop, Jay went to an all too familiar website and typed something into the search bar. After waiting a moment for the results to load, he selected one of the videos and turned the volume up as high as possible on his laptop. As music started pouring from the internal speakers, Jay stepped away from the desk, standing in the middle of the room. Releasing the tension from his shoulders, Jay tilted his head back and closed his eyes, listening to the music as it built up. Listening closely to the bass, Jay bobbed his head up and down in time to the beat, letting a small smile appear on his face. It had been a long time since he'd stopped and just done something this normal. For a fleeting moment, he felt truly normal, and he latched onto that feeling. For the next eight minutes, he was allowed to feel like a normal human being.

By the time the song was half over, Jay was dancing around and singing loudly. He knew he must look ridiculous, but he couldn't find the will to care. Belting out the familiar lyrics, he bobbed his head and danced awkwardly around the room, positive the others could hear him but grateful they hadn't decided to interrupt him.

As the song came to an end, Jay found himself standing in the center of the room and panting lightly. He had actually worked up a sweat and he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, wiping his damp hand on his jeans as he approached his laptop and closed the lid, not bothering to turn it off. Turning to leave the room, Jay froze in place.

Standing in the open doorway was Tim, hunched over slightly on his crutches and wearing a small grin.

"What?" Jay squeaked out, praying that Tim hadn't been standing there long.

"You never told me you could dance," Tim said, still wearing a smile. Jay was sure he would die of embarrassment.

"That was not dancing."

"Think I could... Convince you to dance with me?" Tim awkwardly asked, gripping his crutches tightly as he shifted on his good leg.

"I don't know how to dance," Jay argued.

"Sure," Tim said, rolling his eyes.

"I don't!"

"Well neither do I, but I'm still asking to dance with you."

Jay was scrambling for an answer. "What about your leg? You can't get around without your crutches."

"Would you support me if I didn't have them?" Tim asked, a serious look appearing on his face.

"Of course," Jay immediately replied and the smile reappeared on Tim's face.

"Then I don't see a problem."

As Tim drew closer to him, Jay was frozen in place. This whole situation was completely new to him. Sure, he'd dated a few girls in high school before he realized that he was into guys, and he'd even dated a handful of guys in his early days of college, but none of that compared to dating Tim. There was something unique about him that Jay couldn't put his finger on. Maybe it was the fact that he actually returned his affection, despite the fact that he had practically ruined his life by dragging him back into Jay's living nightmare. The man considered himself a sinking ship and felt like he was dragging Tim down to drown with him.