muke//kissing in the rain

chapter 3

" I left the money on the table along with my list of supplies you need to pick up. Don't forget to shower and tidy the house regularly. And don't throw any parties!" Mum chuckled at the last bit, cognizant that I would definitely not be throwing any kind of party.

She was scurrying about the house, collecting various odds and ends that she needed for her short business trip. I ran my long fingers through my day-old blonde quiff, my mothers requests flying in one ear and out the other.

"And keep the heat down bellow-!are you listening to me?"

She caught me. I bit my lip and started picking at a loose thread on my nirvana shirt. My aunt Janis got it for me last year after she came back from New York. Whenever she came to visit she would bring records that she's collected over the years, I'd take mine out of the top drawer and we would have a little 'show and tell.' Sometimes I forget that she's older then mum, her personality is youthful. Some of the best times I've had are with her. She's worldly and clever, and she was the first person I came out to when I realized I was gay. I was 13 at the time. We drank cold lemonade and I cried a lot. Aunt Janis is my best friend.

"Luke I am trusting you to man the fort for a week and if you don't listen to my instructions I'm making you stay with the hoods for the time being" she snapped me out of my train of thought, tapping her foot expectantly.

I vigorously shake my head, not wanting to relive any awkward experiences with the calum boy. I didn't need anymore of those. She held out her arms and pulled me into a tight embrace.

"Love you, Lucas. I'll be home soon." She held on for a few more seconds before I choked out "i can't breathe, mum!"

" oh, right. It so inconvenient that humans need to do that, ya know?" I laughed quietly at her remark. She picked some lint off of my tee shirt, and plucked her bags off the hardwood floor. I opened the front door for her and waved her off as she drove to the airport.

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I squinted at the bright sky and shoved my hands deeper into the pockets of my black skinny jeans as I followed the sidewalk to the drugstore I had half of the things on my mothers list picked up already. Theres people everywhere. I'm truly and utterly terrified. A tall dark haired man with a tailcoat and brief case bumped into me. He turned and apologized? Them smiled at me. I almost shit my pants.

Tooth paste, vitamins, a hair dryer, a new copy of to kill a mockingbird, and tea were the remaining items. I don't know why she's making me purchase these items now, she's just left. Oh well, orders are orders. I scuffed down the aisles of the drug mart, my heart beating out of my chest as a group of teenagers approached me. A leggy blonde eyed me like a piece of meat and I thought I was gonna be sick. She bit her red painted lip and smirked at me, sticking out her breasts. Oh honey. If only she knew I was a flaming homosexual. I quickly picked up the items I needed and exited the store, eager to close all the curtains in the house and wrap myself in 4 comforters. I will become a human slug.

I chewed on the inside of my cheeks, nervously staring at the entrance of the bookstore. Why Liz. Why do you have to read. Just download piano tiles, that'll keep you occupied. I crumpled up the small piece of paper that held the list and tossed it aside, to jittery to care about global warming at the moment. Before I could think anymore about it, my feet were leading me into the bookstore. I marvelled at the sight before me. Leave it to me to drool at shelves stacked full of thousands of stories, adventures, people. All that knowledge piled onto a handful of paper.

Then I saw him. Stood on a pile of Shakespeare's works to reach the top shelf. If it were anyone else they'd be getting a smack, but he was the definition of heaven on legs so I let it slide. He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, beaten up combat boots and a dark grey tee shirt. The the thin material hugged his abdomen. His green hair was extremely messy, oh but he pulled it off so well. I just imagined waking up next to this boy sporting the after sex hair if you know what I mean. I inhaled deeply, wiping my sweaty palms on my tight jeans.