Would anyone out there be surprised to find out that I did not get much sleep that night? I watched the hours pass slowly wondering what tomorrow would bring, perhaps he was up right now wondering the same things, or maybe he was sleeping comfortably dreaming of sluts. I HATE SLUTS!!!
At 6:30 my phone rang and my heart began to pound, "Hello", original I know but I was going on very little sleep, and well I don't do well in stressful situation.
"Hey man, up already", said the voice that had echoed through my mind all night.
"Yep something about early bird and... well I don't remember the rest", was the joke that came pouring from my mouth. "No jokes idiot, you are not getting a cookie later", were the thoughts that ram through my mind moments after.
"Ha, you are cute even this early, hold on a sec", and with that his voice was gone.
Is it really early or did he just say he thought I was cute? I umm, well, that was unexpected, brilliant but unexpected.
"Hey you there?", and the voice was back.
I sat there for a minute stunned, and then realized it was my turn to talk. "Hey I am here, yep here".
"Good, well I will be over at about 7:00 so be ready okay", he said with a small giggle in his voice.
"Sure I can be ready", was all I could get out.
"Alright see you soon, can't wait", and with that he was gone.
I have a half and hour to get ready for my first date. Or at least what I think is a date. He thinks I am cute, can't wait to see me... no time for this, shower now, breakdown later. I was ready within that time limit with minutes to sit and relax. (Or try and relax, but whatever)
My heart nearly exploded when I heard the knock at the door. (No really my left arm was tingly) I heard voices coming from down stairs, and then I heard foot steps coming toward my room.
"Jacob are you decent", and without waiting for me to answer Evan walked through the door.
"Oh come on in", was my startled response.
"Oh you are dressed... good, shall we go", and he waved me toward the door.
We went outside and I saw that he had driven himself over. "You have your license, you can drive?", was my startled question.
"Well I do have my license, should we go", was his response, as he opened the passenger car for me. (Would saying I love you right now be inappropriate, I thought so. But I will say this much, if he offer to pay for breakfast I am planning the wedding)
We drove to the little restaurant that everyone frequented in town. It was pretty empty and we were quickly directed toward our booth. (Which is good because if he smiled at me one more time I was going to need to be picked up off the floor)
"So your head is looking a lot better, I can almost completely ignore the giant bump", he said.
"Oh ya, it will help me remember my first day back, you know nothing says memories like a giant head wound", was my only comeback.
"How are you so funny", was his response after a little laugh.
"Well when you don't have looks, one must rely on ones ability to take peoples focus off ones face", I said and then I flashed a quick smile, and buried my face in the menu.
"Oh ya, you are so hideous, I am not even hungry anymore", was his giggly response.
We ordered our food and then got down to some serious conversation, like how crappy our school, and more importantly I found out that he hates sluts too. And as we got to know each other better I became more comfortable and was actually enjoying myself. And as my comfort hit an all time high, the question I had been dreading was brought up.
"So after I helped you up yesterday I heard some interesting things from some of the guys in the hall", he said in a nonchalant way.
My heart sank, "Oh no, I can't deal with this. I don't want to lose a friend, not another friend", was the thoughts that crossed my mind. "Oh ya, what was that", I said in a shaky quiet voice, and I began to nervously play with my hands on the top of the table.
"Hey man are you okay?", and he then took my hand is his to stop me from playing with them.
I don't think I was ever more shocked (or in all honesty sweaty in my life), he was holding my hand. And he was not letting go.
"Anyway I heard that last year you "came out", I have never had courage to do that at my last school", he said as he looked into my eyes and squeezed my hands a little harder.
You ever had that moment in life where the clouds open up and a choir of angels regal you with a chorus of Halleluiah. Well it did not technically happen this time but it was close. This incredible cute, sweet, funny guy was telling me that he was like me. Someone was like me, I was not alone.
"So... when this awkward silence is over what do you want to do", was his response to my blank, happy, inability to speak.
"Well the weather is sure turning out nice today, yes today should be a good day", was my beyond ecstatic response. With a glance at my watch I knew we had no time left before school.
"Well by the tall tale look at your watch I would say that we are out of time. But I would say that today could turn out interesting", and with that he let go of my hands and stood up.
"Oh interesting is the only way to describe today", was my thoughts as I stood up to follow him.
As we walked to the door more then anything I just wanted to touch him. (Is that bad?) But to my surprise he made the first move and grabbed my hand. "Yes", I thought "Today will surely be interesting".