I walked up the stairs of the house. It looked a little Victorian and had a living room window. I laughed in my head that I was going to his house. I had known him for a little while, almost two months. He was a little taller than me…tan…beautiful eyes, deep blue. He had a grand smile and he made me shudder. But he was only a friend. I was supposed to go to house to study for a chemistry exam on Monday. Fridays made me dull for some odd reason. I walked up to the door and knocked. I turned on my heel and looked out into the skies. It was clear and sunny. A little warm. Good thing I wore shorts. I had on a light green shirt. I was going to wear a Hollister one but I didn't want to come on to strong. I wore phoenix axe and I was ready for life to take me. I thought I heard bouncing in his backyard.
"Hey," he said cheerily from behind me. He had a white muscle t-shirt on and some black basketball shorts on. He was sweating juice. I starred at he shirt were sweat spots were. "Sorry, I was doing lay ups in the back." he smiled.
"It's cool."
"Come in. my mom left us to ourselves. She had some things to take care of at her job." he closed the door behind me. Walked in and looked around. Lime green walls, wood paneling on the rims, top and bottom, tan leather couches. It looked as if he moved in a week ago, it was so clean. He walked into his kitchen and I followed outside. He had a wide back yard and a blacktop. He had one hoop.
"You play?" he asked laughing checking me out.
"A little." I smirked.
He went for the ball and he checked me the ball. I watched it fly pass me and he laughed. "What are you afraid? It's not going to bite." I started to laugh with him.
"Hey, I thought we had a test on Monday?" I said sarcastically.
"Oh, yeah. Come on. I'll show you my room." before he went in he took of his shirt. Showing his bare chest, ripped muscles and his big round, hard nipples. I was shocked at the sudden impulse to grab him, bang him on the counter, making him eat the green tender apple in the bowel on the table. And he turned and I looked around. "Something wrong?" he asked.
"No just thinking." I should've said I wanted him. "It's up here." he watched me go upstairs he followed behind me. His stairs wrapped around, and I came to a hall on my left and right.
"Right." I turned and there were two rooms. " The door on the left." as I walked in I was left blanked faced. His room was covered in blue. His bed sheets were a deep blue. On his ceiling, clouds were painted to mimic the lustrous skies. His carpet in his room was a bright aqua. He had a bookshelf on the far wall full of thick, hardcover books. His bed was in front of a window. The window was medium sized and the curtains were opened, shinning light on the bed. His closet was organized, clothes on hangers. Bottom's on one side, top's and coats on the other. "You can put your bag on my dresser if you. Be right back." he slid pass me and left the room. I heard him going downstairs. I looked at this skinny rack. It held music CD's…Pussycat Dolls…Akon…Beyonce…Fallout Boy…Three Door's Down... some evanescence, and some other particular ones.
"Here." he said behind me made me shoot up and yelp. He busted out laughing.
"You okay, man?" he said with uncertainty. He actually thought something was wrong.
"I'm okay. I just get scared easily. That's all. I'm good." I was barely catching my breath.
"So…you have any homework I can help with or do you just want to study?"
"Well I do have a 4 page AP English essay, but I guess I can do that at home." I smiled at his shocked expression.
"So onto studying?" He asked.
I nod and unzip my bag. I pulled out the Chem. book and opened it to the page I marked earlier. He handed me our study packet. We start were we left off in class.
"It's too quiet." He says getting up and going over to his stereo. He puts in a CD and sits back on his bed next to me. Jordan Sparks poured out of the stereo. "I thought you might like this." He said scooting closer to me until his body was touching mine. I felt my heart rate quicken and I struggled to stay composed.
I turn my attention to the book, hoping to drive out my thoughts with Chemistry. 'No Air' came on first. I felt his warmth emanate from his body like flames. I tried to speak, but the words got caught in my throat. I took a deep breath, and then tried again. "So when we mix Silver with Sulfur we get what?"
He didn't answer, so I looked at him. He was staring at my face, gaze moving from my lips to my eyes. He bit his lip slightly, and moved closer. His face was close enough for me to feel his hot breath dance around my neck. I blush and look deep into his eyes. He leans in and gently plants his lips on mine, just enough to create that spark. I pull back, mind whirling.
"Troy. I-"
His lips gently, and passionately caressed mine. I slowly gave into the kiss and my body tingled with a new emotion, unfamiliar to me.
Troy pulled back, leaving me longing for more. Yet at the same time I was scared.
He kissed me. And I liked it. A guy kissed me. OMG. Is he? Am I now?
"I have to go." I say, stuffing my crap into my bag.
"Chris. Wait. Don't leave."
"I'm sorry." I say slinging my bag onto my shoulder and practically sprinted out of his house.
(A/N: Push that little purple button and make me happy.) And sorry about the remedial Chemistry thing there. It's 1:30 and im really tired. Yet i can't sleep... HMMM.. Insomnia is a wierd thing...
