I shut the door and started to head back up to Grace. I walked up the stairs slowly, trying to figure out what Alo wanted. He never came over to my house that late unless he wanted help on one of his mad schemes.
Whatever, I thought. Can't of been that important.
When I eventually made it back to my room I found Grace right where I left her. In my bed.
To be honest with you the sex wasn't as exciting as it was made out to be. Really it was just awkward. I had no idea if I was hurting her or not. I didn't last long either. Not that I didn't enjoy it. It just wasn't what those shitty American movies said it would be like.
I let myself fall down on the bed beside Grace and let out a yawn.
"Who was that?" Grace asked.
"Just Alo" I replied.
"What did he want?" she wondered.
"I dunno. He was acting a bit weird actually" I said.
"Did you ask him what was wrong?" she asked.
"No" I said.
"Why not? Are you, like, not aloud to? Is it one of the unwritten rules of boyville?" she inquired.
I frowned.
"What rules?" I asked.
"Well, I just noticed that there are certain things boys avoid saying to each other" Grace said."So I assumed there must be some sort of agreement throughout the male species."
"Nah. Thats just us trying not to sound gay" I informed her.
"So, asking someone if something is wrong is gay?" she asked
"Yup" I said.
Grace shook her head.
"I will never understand you, Richard Hardbeck" She said, smiling at me.
"You still like me well enough, though" I said, propping myself up on my elbow, smiling back at her.
"'Course!" she cried. "But what about me? How do you feel about me, Rich."
She was really looking at me then. It was almost frightening.
"I think I love you," I mumbled awkwardly, "quite a bit."
"I love you too" she almost whispered.
Her eyes went all wide and sparkly like when she gave me that ticket to Napalm death or when she said she like to be "More than friends." She looked like one of those fuzzy little Pokemon animals.
For a second I wondered what people thought when they saw us walking down the street. The metal head and the ballerina. Fucken hell. Well... at least we were original.
So, I leaned toward her and kissed her. She touched my cheek. Her hand seemed obsurdly small compared to my face.
We just lay there and kissed for a while, until I pulled away and said; "Now this is gay!"
Grace giggled.
"That dosen't make any sense" she squealed.
"I know" I said. "Come here."
I let her curl into my chest and I put my arm around her. It was a bit uncomfortable, but nice nevertheless.
"Good night, Gracie" I whispered in her ear.
"Good night, Rich."