LaughShack: Pure Love

Chapter 2

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Daniel 

“Daniel, stop scratching yourself,” Matt scolded as he brought the box in his arms out of our one-bedroom apartment. Today was moving day and we were hauling all of our stuff from our unit here in San Diego to our new place in Los Angeles.

Matthew and I graduated from high school two weeks ago and we were planning to get settled there as soon as we can so that we won’t have to be in a rush later on when classes starts. He wanted to major in biochemistry and I’m taking computer engineering.

Yes, one thing I learned about Matt was that other than being a people-person with a lot of friends — in other words, he was super popular — he was also a nerd, like I was! I guess that was probably what caused him to notice me in the beginning anyway. Though he was one of the smartest people I’ve ever met, he doesn’t show it. He’s always hanging with the crowd, which makes me think he doesn’t like that aspect about himself.

It’s been engrained in people’s mind that nerds are lame who don’t have a life and have nothing to do but bury themselves in books and work, but no, Matt parties. He parties a lot. I’ve never been to one until he was able to convince me to go out with him. He’s not a bad influence by any means, but he was helping me come out of my own little shell.

“Ugh,” I groaned as I lifted a heavy box up to my chest. We were almost done with the bedroom, but there were still a whole lot more stuff, mostly clothing. We’ve already put all the furnitures in the moving truck, so all we have left now are our clothes and the other trinkets that we have along with our computers, important documents, cooking and dining utensils, and the food in the fridge.

I was surprised by how much stuff we were able to fit into our tiny little apartment without feeling cramped. If someone saw us moving, they’d probably think we were hoarders. Honestly though, most of these things have to go. 

I didn’t notice I was just standing in front of the truck and just staring at all of our stuff in it until someone tugged on my hand. “I told you to stop scratching yourself. Look at your arm, it’s all red,” Matt scolded. I looked at the spot he told me to look and was surprised that there were red marks from my fingernails.

“Crap, I might need some lotion,” I mused.

“Is there something wrong, Dan?” he asked. If we were still talking about the same things, then I had no clue. All I knew was that I was itchy and I don’t remember when it started. It was just there all of a sudden and I didn’t even notice until Matt pointed it out.

“I don’t think so,” I shrugged. “C’mon, Matt, let’s get this done so we can start moving.”

“Go get your lotion first, babe. Take care of that itch before I take care of it for you,” he said winking at me. I shivered at the sexual innuendo and I willed myself to keep an erection from popping up, but Matt made it worse when he brushed his hands around my waist as he passed by me to get back inside the room.

“Why do you have to do things like that, Matt?” I groaned in frustration. Matt smirked and chuckled as he walked away leaving me alone with an annoying feeling of arousal in my pants. “Argh,” I  grunted before following my boyfriend inside.

I’m going to miss this small apartment. Even though we’ve only lived together for a few months here, we’ve made so many memories, much of which were intimate moments right in our bedroom. Well, they weren’t always shared in the bedroom…