'I love the sky,' I thought as I peddled down the damp, slightly crooked road. I was biking back from my gymnastics practice at 8 and almost no one else was out. It was dark and peaceful and I savored the moment, looking up at the points of light that were really huge burning balls of gas millions of light years away. I let the awe of the universe fill me until my wheel dipped into a pot hole and I had to swerve to keep from becoming a smear on the sidewalk.
"Shit." I said, I really need to pay attention more.
I reached the end of the street and made a left turn but rolled to a stop in the middle of the road.
"What the-"
Against the side of my host family's shed were two people pressed together. I should probably take a moment here to explain that I am a host student studying abroad. Anyways, at first I thought they were making out, or something, the way they were pressed against the wall.
'Well this is soooo awkward..." I thought, 'I have to walk right past them to get to my house... what do I do?!'
This is exactly the sort of whit that would happen to me. Then the man on top pulled back his head and I saw the other person, it was a guy, I realized, and he was struggling, I heard him try to make a noise but the first guy had his hand over his mouth.
'Oh my god!' I thought, 'Is he raping him! Is that what this is? Is there actually a guy raping another guy on my shed?! Then again maybe they just like it rough... role playing or some kinky shit. But what if that wasn't it, what if it really was rape?'
I literally couldn't believe myself but I also couldn't just stand there gaping. I was twenty to thirty feet away and hadn't made any noise so they hadn't seen me, yet. I kicked back the pedal and with a deep breath rolled onto my drive way. I pulled up almost right behind them but neither looked at me.
"Excuse me," I said, my voice embarrassingly squeaky.
The guy on top slowly lifted his head and there was a weird slurping noise, ew. Now that I was closer I could see that he was tall, a lot taller than he looked before, and had thick black hair. Also a great body.
'Wow I am a terrible person, I should not be admiring the booty of a guy I am pretty sure is a gay rapist.' I mentally slapped myself.
He shifted his weight back and gracefully turned, reminding me of a cat. His dark eyes rested on mine and a lazy grin slid across his chiseled face. I did not like the way he was looking at me, like I was a snack. Thats when I noticed that his chin and mouth were covered in something dark. It took several seconds of me clearing my head and awkwardly trying to think of something, ANYTHING, to say while he scanned my body in a way that was more than a little uncomfortable before I managed to speak.
"You're on my shed."
'Wow what the hell, where did that come from? God I am stupid' I mentally slapped myself again, at this rate I was going to develop a mental bruise. He turned all the way around and stepped back a little, giving me a view of the other guy.
I knew I should react. Do SOMETHING, scream, run, vomit, but all I could do was stare. The other guy was younger, maybe late teens, while the first looked about twenty something. His hair was light and short, although I couldn't see many details, since the only light was coming from a street lamp, I could tell he was a bit more hunky, chubby cheeked even, and not bad looking expect that he was really pale and unconscious. Oh and also the fact that it looked like someone had poured dark paint all over the side of his neck. His head was rolled back and I could see blood still flowing from the messy wound.
I was startled out of my trance by the first guy talking.
"This is the part where you scream and run." He said, smiling at me again.
"You're getting blood on my shed." 'Ok what the fuck! You're brilliant, you know that?' I shouted sarcastically in my head.
For some reason, he chuckled, "What are you going to do about it?" he teased.
His voice was higher and lighter than I expected, it was playful, but had a dark, sad undertone. For some reason his movements, and mannerisms reminded me of a drunk person, someone who has lost their inhibitions, screwed their sorrows, and is screaming 'Fuck you' at the world. It was both terrifying and exciting.
Well now I was really in it, 'Screw it,' I thought, 'I am probably going to die anyways might as well defend my shed.'
I stood up straight and pushed my shoulders back.
"Umm, well, I would really rather you not get blood on my shed,"
'Ok that sounds dumb,'
"I mean I would probably have to clean it,"
'Whiny baby...what are you doing?'
Despite my own warning I continued, "And it's pretty sloppy of you, I mean, being a killer and all, leaving so much blood..."
Oh thank god I managed to stop myself, sometimes when I get nervous I ramble and I honestly can say the dumbest shit.
He was looking at me like I was bat shit crazy, and rightfully so, his head was tilted to the side in this confused way and his eyes were huge. I swallowed nervously, glad that is was dark enough that he couldn't see my glaring red cheeks.
A/N Ok so this one is a little short, but I have more written. It was rated M for language and possible sexual content but they aren't going to be jumping in the sack anytime soon, sorry :)
