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As we divulged into my past about how my parents found out, Joe discovered that although I had been caught kissing that boy at band camp, that was as far as I had gone. He asked me why I had never sought someone else afterwards in another city. I had no answer. I am, believe it or not quite shy. Never being really big and of average height, I never had the real courage to seek out a lover or playmate, if fear of being rejected. Although many girls told me I was pretty with my wavy blonde hair and blue eyes, I never really gave myself much thought. I was also kind of hurt by the many guys at my school. Many of them that I found attractive were those who picked on me and called me names. I was also lucky that none of them ever physically abused me in fear of my parents' big city lawyers. I could not help but to wonder if maybe, just maybe, that there was some sort of chance with this boy who wants to know so much about people's reactions to my coming out.
After I finished cooking our meal, we sat down to eat and talk some more.
"So why are you asking me all of this?" I asked him bluntly.
"I don't really know. It just seems interesting." He said staring in to my eyes.
I had to look away quickly so that he would not see the blush that filled my pale cheeks.
When we had finished eating our steaks and asparagus and bacon wraps and those baked potatoes, I whisked away our dirty plates, forks, knives, and the butter that was slowly melting on the table. I left him sitting at the table to finish his sweet tea while I went out back to set up the branches, smaller wood, and leaves for our project. Then I heard the back door creep open and then shut.
"Hey. Can you tell me where your bathroom is?" He asked standing just slightly behind me.
"Umm... Well you could just go out here but if your more comfortable, it's just down the hall from the kitchen; the first door on your right."
"Ok, yeah I'll just go inside. Thanks." I could hear the smile in his voice, and felt another blush coming on. I can't believe I just suggested he pee nor do the other right in front of me. Gross!
Now I have to figure out how we can do this. The tent was pretty big but like I said, only one cot for me. Then it hit me! My parents have a queen sized blow up mattress upstairs in the attic! It took me all day to think of it, but now I would feel better about my stubborn selfishness.
When he came back outside, he was quieter. I tried to coax a response out of him but to no avail. So figuring that he may have received some kind of depressing message while he was in the house, I wondered upstairs to the attic to drag down the mattress. When I made it down the stairs, I realized that I left the stupid pump up there. So after ten minutes of fighting with the blasted mattress and pump, I dragged them outside to see that he had the tent set up.
"Oh! Thanks but you really didn't have to do that."
"It was no problem I promise. I can't let you do all the work. It wouldn't be right."
God his smile was beautiful and captivating. To keep myself from saying something I would regret and destroy all hopes of some kind of friendship, I just nodded my head and went to find the extension cord that dad kept on the back patio.
"Umm," he asked kind of distressed, "why exactly did you get a blow up mattress?"
"Because I'm not sleeping on the ground and I figured it would only be fair that you didn't either, and my little cot can't fit the both of us, so I got this thing out." Isn't that obvious I thought to myself. Wow, this boy may be smart but he sure acts dumb sometimes. Wait. Maybe it makes him to uncomfortable. Maybe he was quiet because he was slightly scared that I might make a move. Great; just great.
"Oh. Well that was kind of you. Thanks Dylan." I was totally not expecting that response. As a matter of fact I was actually getting ready to flinch from him possibly hitting me for the first time in my life; that or just running away.
"No problem," I said with relief present in my voice, "so let's get this thing set up and I'll go get my notebook and sketch pad."
"Well you go do that. I'll set all this up," he said slightly smiling. What was this boy planning? "Oh! Don't forget the book. We need to know exactly what we need to do to please Coach Johns."
How could I forget that! As soon as I was inside, I smacked myself on the forehead. "Come on Dylan get a grip," I said to myself, "just calm down and get through this night and it will all be over." Then I was wondering to myself why I had suggested working on a Friday night. I generally go out to the movies or out to eat with some of my girlfriends. Then again, I was also surprised that he agreed. I figured that he would have some friends to hang out with some girl to please. Then again, I don't really remember him ever dating. I had heard that he only dated from out of town girls but, now that I thought about it, I never heard him talk about any female. Hmm... something else to ponder.
After I gathered all of our things, I made my way to the backyard and saw, that not only had he finished setting up the tent, but had the mattress set up and in the tent already. "Wow, Joe, thanks!" I really was surprised and grateful too.
"It was no problem. I like working with my hands," he said smiling, "So let's get started, shall we."
"Yes, let's." So I sat everything down next to the bonfire circle, and sat down next to him. I placed the book and notes between us but he was having trouble seeing I guess because he moved closer to me. So close, in fact that our knees were touching between his khaki shorts and my blue jeans.
I was blushing again, but I still continued to read of what I needed to do to get this started. I read over the materials that we would need, several soda cans, matches, dry leaves, etc... After searching for everything, I saw that not only did we have soda, but also beer. I knew I would be in trouble when dad got home and realized that I had taken some of his stash. But I would deal with it when that time came. So as not to make him too mad, I only took two. And to pass our time, I grabbed a pack of cards for us to maybe play later.
When I walked out back, Joe was just sitting there with his neon orange science club shirt highlighting his dark, tan skin. He was turned sideways to me, staring at the bonfire waiting for me to return with the materials to perform this simple experiment. For once I was somewhat happy that I had been paired with Joe. We were both smart; me more so in biological sciences and him more so in math and history. He was someone who could explain what I was having trouble getting when it came to the calculations but with this being a fire based experiment, but who really cared.
"Okay. Let's get started," I said smiling.
"Okay. I'll light the fire then," he had a look in his eyes that I couldn't quite place. Maybe it was just a trick of the lighting; it was getting dark after all.
"Okay. It needs to be hot when we do the cans. We need to drink up," as I said this he noticed the beers.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? I didn't know you drink," he said smiling.
"Actually I never have. I just saw these and grabbed them because we only have two cokes and it says to use four cans..." I said trailing off.
"Oh. Well, actually I have never drunk either. I was picking on you," he said shyly.
"Oh. Well would you like one to start with, or just a coke?"
"I'll take a coke. I'm not too sure if I really will like beer."
"Okay. Yeah. Me too. I've been told its gross but since so many people drink it, I figured it was worth trying. Hell, I figured with you going to all those pasture parties that you would have tried some before now."
"Actually, I only go to be the driver for all my drunken idiot friends. I really don't like going at all."
Imploringly I asked, "Then why do you?"
"I just told you, I have to be the DD," he sounded mad yet unsure of himself at the same time.
"Oh. I was just asking because you don't seem to really like your friends too much. It's what it sounds like anyways," I said back to him.
"You know. You're right. I think I'll take that beer actually."
Wow talk about change of heart. I laughed silently to myself. "Okay, so will I then."
Some what reluctantly I handed him his can and slowly opened my own. After waiting for the other go lift and drink, we grinned and both raised our cans in a toast and drank. I thought I was going to be sick! I had never tasted anything so foul in my life. Well maybe tuna but this was worse! "Gross! This is absolutely disgusting!"
"Really? I don't find it to be that bad," as he said this he looked away, lest his face betray his true meaning, "I've had worse. If you don't want yours, I'll take it."
"Okay. You can have it. I'll just stick to coke. I'll start putting the leaves on it." I was starting to shiver. All the blankets were inside the tent and I didn't want to show my vulnerability to this boy. So I sucked it up and opened the coke and began to rid my mouth of the taste of the piss-tasting beer.
I don't know if it was because it was the first time he had drank some type of alcohol or what, but after a few minutes of stoking the fire, Joe evidently noticed my shivering, "Come here Dylan. There is no sense in you being cold."
"I'm fine. The fire is keeping me warm."
The next thing I know, I am wrapped in his arms with him holding me tight. Wow!
"Umm... Joe you realize what you're doing?" I couldn't help but being scared now. He JUST grabbed me up in his arms for Christ sake.
"I'm trying to keep you dumb ass warm. That's all," I could see a slight smile from my peripheral vision, "besides no one will see us. Isn't this something you would like anyways?"
"Wow. Just because you have all these girls fawning over you, doesn't mean I am too." I was really taken aback by his brazenness. Then I remembered he did just down two beers and he's a first timer.
"Please, Dylan. You haven't taken your eyes off me since I got here. You also won't talk. You're normally so involved in a conversation; many people can't get a word in at all."
I was starting to tear up. I was found out and he was starting to be mean.
"Whoa, whoa, what's wrong?! Don't cry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean a bit of it." He was upset. I'm stumped now. I wiped what few tears I had shed away, and looked him in the eyes and got lost again. Then, he met me half way. My head started to spin. It felt like forever that our lips were connected but in reality it was only a few seconds. Then, the passion began. The fire, cards, and drinks forgotten. We somehow managed to get into the tent and became a mass of moving arms, legs, shoes and shirts. When we came up for air, I couldn't help but admire his near perfect body; from his creamy, tan skin, to his developed pecs, and his developing, yet not quite defined due to our combined shape, six pack.
*** Yes I am well aware that I'm leaving you all hanging. It's quite funny too. But I'm in class, and instead of paying attention to my boring professor, I'm finishing this chapter for y'all. ENJOY :D Clay