I walked in my house with the hope that I could control the stupid smile I knew was plastered on my face, but I had no such luck. I peeped in the family room to say hello to my parents and my little sister. My mother noticed the smile immediately.
"So who is the lucky lady?"
"Huh?" I tried to wipe the smile off my face, but it refused to budge. I was smiling from the inside out and there was no stopping it.
"Who is the girl who has you so smitten? Nick told us you were going on a date with someone."
I mentally cursed at Nick, but the stupid smile still remained. "It's no one. I just went to hang out with a friend."
That was when my sister decided to pipe up. "But Nick's your only friend." She said it like she knew what she was talking about, but I knew she didn't. I had other friends at school. It's not my fault I didn't hang out with them a lot outside of school. They were always doing something, like working or going to parties, and Nick and I didn't do many parties.
"I have other friends you little retard."
My father decided to join the conversation. "Don't call your sister names." My sister gave me a dumb ass smirk.
"Yes, Dad." I turned to walk away. I should have known it wouldn't be that easy.
My mother yelled behind me, "Come back! We're not done." I turned around in the entrance and leaned against the wall. I knew my smile was finally fading. "So who is she?" My mother was almost giddy.
"Can we talk about this later?"
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I'm tired and I don't want to talk about this right now."
My sister teased, "Kyle has a girlfriend."
I looked at her and said, "Grow up!"
She made her usual stank face and told me, "You first!" Then she stuck her tongue out. She was such a brat. She was also Daddy's little girl, so she got away with everything. I was tempted to tell her to fuck off, but I knew my mother would have a bitch fest and my father would probably jump up and hit me. It would have been a good distraction from my mother's inquisition, but I was having too great of a night to end it with a family fight.
My gaze went back to my mother. "Mom, can we please talk about this tomorrow?"
"Fine, honey, but I'm going to hold you to it."
"Okay. Goodnight everyone." I walked to the stairs and the thoughts of my date returned along with my cheesy smile. It felt like I was floating up the stairs. I was high on love, and a little bit of beer. I opened the door to my bedroom and there was Nick, sprawled out across my bed. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
He sat up on the bed and looked at me as I closed the door behind me. "Well it's nice to see you, too." He got a huge grin on his face.
"What?"
"You are grinning like a fucking Cheshire cat! What did you do?"
"So what are you doing here anyway?"
"I got tired of waiting for you to call, so I came over to wait here. I wanted to see the look on your face, and now I see it. I know you had a good time tonight!" I don't know how, but his grin got wider.
"Why didn't my parents tell me you were up here?"
"Do they ever? I'm like their third child. Now stop trying to change the subject and tell me what happened! I'm dying here."
I was dying, too. I felt like I might burst if I didn't tell him what happened, so I just blurted out, "I kissed him."
"You kissed him!" Nick shouted across the room.
"Will you keep your voice down? What if someone hears you?" I walked to the bed and sat down next to him.
"Whew! I take it you had a little liquid courage. What did your parents say when they smelled you?"
"Haha. I never got that close to them. You can't smell it that well. Can you? I only had two beers."
"Your breath is laced with that shit. What happened? You know you don't drink, Kyle. Is that why you kissed him?"
"That's only part of the reason. Shut up and let me tell you the story." I told him almost every detail of my date, beginning with my time with John. He seemed jealous that someone else was there for me in my time of need. I let him know it was his fault, and he said he thought I was being a baby and he didn't realize that I needed him. He apologized for leaving me, and I continued with the story. I told him about the dinner, and the conversation. I told him about Kyle's secret mansion. Then I got to the juicy part. I described how I drunk two beers quickly to give myself some courage and a legitimate excuse for any uncharacteristic behavior.
When I told him how I kissed Pat, he teasingly said, "Eww!" I then told him how my parents called and he told me that was his fault. He said, "When I came down here, your parents expected to see you with me. When you weren't, I had to tell them that you went out with a friend. You know how they are. They freaked and called you."
"They said you told them I was on a date!"
A devilish grin crept across his face and he said, "Those words might have come out at some point."
I pushed his shoulder. "Whatever. Just shut up and let me finish my story." I gave him details of how I felt as Pat drove me home. I felt so good that I could feel it in my bones. I told him how we didn't need to say anything to each other because just being together was enough. He laughed and said I had it bad.
When I told him that I gave Pat a goodnight kiss, he exclaimed, "You didn't!"
"I did!"
"You are really becoming too much! I can't believe you did that, any of that. What happened to the shy guy who was only assertive when people were bullying me? Where is he? Will I ever see him again?"
"Shut up!"
"So you have a boyfriend now?"
"I don't know. We didn't talk about it and I'm not sure if I want to put a name on it quite yet."
"Are you going to tell your parents?"
"Are you crazy?"
"You're going to have to tell them someday."
"I know, but I'm not ready yet. Besides, it isn't anything right now. We're just two guys getting to know each other better."
"I know exactly what you mean. You're just two guys who kind of dig each other, and sort of made out. It's definitely nothing." I hated when he was sarcastic.
"Shut up!" I had to go to the bathroom so I stood up. "I have to take a piss. Are you spending the night?" He pointed to his bookbag. "You brought your books." He shook his head and I shook mine. He was spending the night. He already had clothes at my house, so whenever he brought his bookbag over after his `homework time' he usually just spent the night. I went to the bathroom and took a piss. Then I brushed my teeth and went back to my room. Nick was stripped down to his boxers. He was sitting at my computer talking to someone online.
I shut the door behind me and stripped to my boxers as well. "I have so much work to do!" I went to the place where my bookbag should be, but it wasn't there. It took me a few minutes to think about what I did with the bag. I thought about the events of the night and the last place I remembered having the bag was Pat's car. Damn! I didn't take the bag out at the diner, or Pat's house, or when I got home. Hmm. That's the only place I could have left it. Maybe I should call him.
"What are you doing?" I came back to reality and realized that I had basically frozen in my spot. I bent down to pick up my book bag where I thought it should be and my brain started thinking of where it was before my brain told my body to stand up straight. I looked over at Nick and he was sitting at the computer, but he wasn't looking at the screen, instead, he was staring at me. I stood up straight.
"I left my bag in Pat's car."
He smiled. "I taught you well."
"Shut up. It wasn't like that. I really forgot it. I guess I was distracted."
"Right."
"I'm serious!"
"And I believe you." The look on his face and the tone in his voice told me he was full of shit.
"Shut up!"
"Okay. Okay." He turned back to the computer.
"Do you think I should call him?"
"Didn't you just tell me to shut up?"
"You know I didn't mean it. Come on! Tell me what I should do."
"Call him."
"You think I should?"
"No, but you want to do it, so do it."
"You don't think I should call him?" By now I was pacing back and forth.
"I can't tell you what to do."
"Yes you can! Now tell me, please."
"Call him."
"Okay." I reached in my pocket and took out my cell.
"No, don't!"
"What?"
He turned to look at me and gave a little chuckle. "I'm just fucking with your head. Call him."
"You sure?" He gave me a look that let me know he wasn't going to answer the question.
His face relaxed some. "So you guys exchanged numbers?"
"Not exactly." I saw the question on his face. "His number is on the hockey roster, and I kind of wrote it down and stored it in my phone a year ago." The smirk on his face told me I needed further explanation. "Just in case I ever needed it."
"You are pitiful." He shook his head. "I'll try to be quiet while you talk to him."
"Thanks." I scrolled through the phone numbers until I reached his, which was named ML, short for My Love. I laughed at myself when I thought about how corny I used to be. Nick would probably say that I'm still just as corny, but I think I've made progress. I decided to lay down on my bed so I could relax while I talked to him. Anyway, I called Pat and he answered the phone after two rings.
"Hello."
"Hi, Pat. This is Kyle."
"Kyle, who?"
"Kyle Masters." I heard laughter coming from his side.
"I know. Haha. That was way too easy." There was a short pause. I couldn't say anything because the butterflies in my stomach had traveled up and were blocking my voice, literally choking it in my throat. "So, um, I made it home safe." I was still speechless. "Did you know you left your bag in my car?"
Gone was the assertive, take action Kyle, and back was the reserved, hesitant Kyle. "Mm-hmm," was all I managed to say to him.
"You want me to give it to you in the morning?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Are you going to say anything other than mm-hmm?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Ooookay."
Then it just came out. "I've had your number in my phone for a year. I copied it off the hockey team roster. You seemed like a cool guy. It's not that I liked you or anything. Not saying that I don't like you now. I mean, I like you. No, that's not what I meant. I mean I do like you, but I'm not supposed to be telling you though. I don't want us to try to label what we are yet. Are we something? I think we should get to know each better before we make that decision. I had a great time tonight. Did I tell you that? I should shut up, but my mouth keeps moving and words keep coming out. See. I can't help it. I just." I happened to look up and Nick was staring at me. He mouthed, `Shut up.' I stopped talking.
"Are you done?"
"Yes. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. You sound cute when you babble." I blushed and somehow I thought that he could hear it through the phone. "I had a great time, too, and I agree that we should take our time to figure out what's going on."
"Okay."
"Well I'm about to go to bed. What time do you want to meet up in the morning?"
"How's 7:30? We can meet at the main entrance."
"Sounds good, so I guess I'll see you in the morning."
"Okay, bye Pat."
"Bye." He hung up.
"You pervert!" I looked over at Nick and he was looking at my hand. I don't know when it happened, but at some point, I slipped my hand in my boxers and was absent-mindedly stroking my dick. I quickly moved my hand.
"Like you haven't seen it before! If you were at your own house you wouldn't have this problem."
"Whatever. Scoot over and we can both do it." Music to my ears. I moved to my side of the bed and pulled down my boxers. Nick walked over and got on his side. He pulled down his boxers. We both started stroking. My thoughts were planted firmly on Pat, and I'm sure Nick was thinking about Britney, but he would never admit it.
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