The Comforts We Despise MxM (Staten Krown)

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I walked through the hotel until I got to the pantry. Jonah Hill wanted to meet me here. Truth be told I was excited. You would think I was going on a date or something. There was such a MYSTERY about this person and everything about him seemed appealing. I needed to know who he was.

The pantry was more of a wine cellar when I got to it.

I saw him there...picking up a bottle of wine.

He didn't even turn to me but he knew that I had entered, "Do you drink merlot?"

The wine pantry was definitely a part of the mansion that I had never seen before. There were a ton of places in this place that I'd never seen. The place wasn't the most friendly to go around exploring. Pristine loved everything perfect and it was easier to just stick to my room instead of messing up her stuff.

"Sure..."

There was so much I wanted to ask him but I didn't want to seem desperate or nosy. He had to be inviting me here for a reason. He asked to meet me.

I didn't want to chase him away. I had no idea how to get in contact with him.

He poured me a glass in a flute and poured him a glass as well. It wasn't until he walked across the room to me and looked me in my eyes. I hadn't noticed them in the room before. He had FUCKING beautiful gray eyes. I'd never seen a black person with gray eyes before. They were like glass and I felt my heart COMPLETELY stop.

The idea of me being attracted to him was an understatement.

I drank slowly but I realized he wasn't drinking his wine. He was just watching me. It was this intense lingering stare. He was looking right through me.

"What?" I asked.

Was this poison or something? He looked as though he was studying me or something. It would serve me right meeting up with a strange person in the middle of the night like this. This isn't what smart people did. A smart person would have immediately run to Mr. Hill and told him that his son is hiding out in his mansion hotel.

"I don't...socialize much," he stated.

His voice was deep and very gentle. It was so soft and innocent. He had this innocence about him that immediately made my heart flutter a little.

"Do you socialize at all?"

"Not much when I'm here but I do travel...and meet new people."

He travelled. It kind of made me feel a little less like I was talking to the magical workshop elf. Still the mystery about him was still there.

"Did you...like it?" he said with this nervousness that made me think he wasn't very social at all, "It's the 2000 Chateau Petrus Pomerol. If you pay attention you can taste the red cherries and oak in there."

"I'm not really a wine person. I mean I'm in high school...good wine for us is Mad Dog 20/20," I said laughing.

He didn't join me. He was looking at me as though I had three heads or something. I stopped laughing immediately when I noticed how socially awkward he was. It was like I was meeting an alien from another world. It clicked to me that he probably had no idea what MD 20/20 even was. What kind of childhood did this boy have?

"I apologize," he said.

"No you don't have to apologize...I actually, you know like it. It's good."

I was lying. It tasted like cardboard. Still I could tell wine must have meant something to him. I could tell by how he smiled all of a sudden. Had he been trying to...impress me?