Custis Fantasy

Homework

SEPTEMBER, 22nd

Who would have thought; just a week ago I was daydreaming about.. him. Now, I have his number. I remember when my dad told my life moves too fast; or, at least he told me while he still walked the earth. I guess he was right, his life did move too fast. Fast enough it caused an abnormal heartbeat, ultimately ending his life. Mine is now too, only 17 and I'm going so fast as I'm anxiously waiting for Custis to text me.
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SEPTEMBER 22nd
[6:49 PM]

[C] Hello?
[M] Yeah?
[C] Hey man it's me, we're in homework together, remember?
How could I forget, I thought.

[M] Yeah no I do. So, what are you up to tonight?
[6:58 PM]
My anxiety was at its peak. That sentence was definite-
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a 'ding'

[C] Nothin. I figured you'd come over for homework yeah?
Jesus how can I say no?
[M] Yeah why not. Time?
[C] 7:30 good?
[M] Sounds good. See you then
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I grabbed my keys and ran out the front door. Not once did the thought of actually bringing my books, or even a pencil at least with me as I shifted my keys and drove down to his neighbourhood. As I parked into his driveway, I noticed how only one car was there. One car belonging to Custis, meaning we'd be alone during our "work" session. I walked up to the doorstep and opened it without even knocking. Strangely it wasn't even locked, I suppose such a man would be fine regardless. His house was larger than I'd expected; hopefully that isn't the only big thing in here. It was decorated in a modern style, the walls were filled with paintings and vases were scattered across the floor. I heard music blasting upstairs, I assume thats where Custis is. I was surprisingly calm, I don't even think he noticed I'd already arrived as it's only 7:00, half an hour earlier than expected and the music that echoed throughout the entire house further covered my tracks. I did a loop around the bottom floor, looking at the displays and various shelves / accessories until I found myself at the bottom of the stairs again. I slowly crept up them, that notorious creaking sound appearing every step. I made my way to the 2nd floor, to my left was a door and my right a long, narrow hallway. I saw Custis' room was slightly open, I had to be quick. I slowly however efficiently made my way to the bathroom; I figured I'd camp out here until 7:30 rolled around or until I'm caught.

[7:23]
I was scrolling through my phone, still camping in the bathroom. Custis' music stopped and I heard him get up, walking down the hallway. He reached the end, right in front of the bathroom. The door swung open; he was obviously surprised to see me there. I had to get my act together otherwise this is going to shit.

"Oh you're here!" I said in an un-ironic tone.
"Yeah I am here and what the fuck are you doing in my house?"
Oh shit.

"I arrived here earlier than I thought. Your door was unlocked, I don't believe you heard me knocking so I walked in and I got wound here I suppose."
"..."

"Did you bring your books or anything?"
"Well no-"
"Well what the fuck are you going to use? -- I'll grab a pencil for you"

He walked out downstairs, I heard him clatter around down somewhere in the kitchen. Moments later he arrived with a pencil and gave it to me.

"Did you finish typing it?"
"I got a bit done"
"I'll finish it. You're gonna need to finalize this for tomorrow, I don't want to get another bad mark; especially it's somebody else's fault this time"

An hour passed. Still no cars in the driveway; I've just been staring at Custis as I normally do. I can tell he feels it, I hope he feels how I feel about him.