Monty's Favorite Drug

Chapter 5: Tomorrow

Authors note
This song goes with some backstory that is revealed.
Monty's POV

My eyes open to the light that shine into my Winstons room. Winston is still asleep. I slowly, sit up and check my phone.

From Estela: Hey, I went to by your place under the bridge, you weren't there are you okay?

Estela was the only person who's ever worried about me. We don't have much in common, but living in that house together would make anyone care for each other.

I'm ok. At a friends house. I'll try to come home after school tomorrow.

As I click send I feel Winston start to move around.

He leans up rubbing his eyes.

"Hey, what time is?" He asks me with his morning voice in effect.

"It's 9."

Winston sits up in bed after I say that. "I guess I better get up." He smiles at me.

This is the last day of... whatever this is.

"So when are you parents gonna get home? I just wanna know what time I gotta go." Winston can be the only one to ever know that I was here. Not even his parents can know.

"Their flight isn't till tomorrow, so they won't be here till tomorrow afternoon. You could stay the night again if you want to?" He asks me while looking at those eyes. They might be enough to convince me to stay, but should I?

"I'm not sure, if I should."

"Okay, but maybe I can do something to convince you to stay?" By the time of voice I can tell what he means by that.

"Oh yeah? Show me what you'd do to get me to stay?" I laugh as scotch closer to him in the bed.

I lean in to kiss him when he gets up out of bed. I just look at him with a confused look.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." He says as he takes his shirt off and makes eyes contact with me as he walks out of his room.

Umm okay. Guess that is gonna happen later. That is gonna give me time to decide whether I should go or stay another day.

I can hear him turn on the shower. Staying another day means longer fun with Winston, but I've done so much wrong this weekend with doing those things with another guy. Only a fa-

I'm interrupted mid thought to a wet Winston in a towel. I can hear the water still running, so I'm confused.

"What are you do- ." Again I'm interrupted by Winston this time pulling my out of bed. He grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom. He shuts the door.

He opens the shower curtain, makes eye contact, and drops his towel. He steps inside, as he does I can't help to think. He has a good body, I hate myself for thinking about a guy like that. Why wou-

"Monty!" Winston tells at me.

"What? Why did you bring me in here? I'm confused." It's only been two days with him, but I don't get him.

"Are you serious?" He says to himself sounding frustrated. "Okay, take off your shirt."

"Why?"

"Just take off the damn shirt!" He yells.

If someone else ever talked to me that way I'd beat the shit out of them, but I'm gonna let Winston slide just this once.

I take off my shirt. "Okayyy?"