Energetic
Relationships
Chapter Two
The night, just as we had planned, we sneak out after everyone goes to bed. I don't have much to carry; after all, I'm not one to drag everything with me everywhere I go. Tyson, however, insists on bringing his entire room with him, along with the refrigerator. Go figure, I had to be the one to fall for someone like him. But, what can I say; I can't help but love him. Just look at the boy, dark blue hair that cascades down to his shoulder blades, brown eyes that never show fear, well, almost never shows fear, I've got to admit, I've scared him a few times; oh how I loved those times. His blue jeans hug his small ass that always manages to captivate me so much while his black tank top reveals the few succulent muscles that he possesses from all of his martial arts training with his grandfather. And even now, as he tries to lift the refrigerator onto his back, I just can't help but think about how much I want him, probably even more than I want to blade.
"Hey, Kai, you coming or what?" Tyson asks from the door.
"Huh?"
"You're staring off into space again," he comments. "You've been doing that a lot lately, is something wrong?"
"No, nothings wrong," I assure him as I take his hand in my own, amazed at the fact that he had actually managed to capture the refrigerator from its place in the kitchen. "Let's just go before someone wakes up and discovers the fridge missing."
"I agree totally. Do you know what would happen if Grandpa found out that I took the fridge?" he jokes as we walk out the door, him having to duck a little of course due to his backpack.
"I can't believe you're actually bringing that thing," I comment as we head out onto the streets. "How are we supposed to get anywhere when you're carrying that?"
"Trust me, I can handle it," he swears.
"Then why are your knees buckling?" I point out.
"Shut up! I said I can handle it, so let me handle it!" he shouts.
"Oh, so now you want to wake everyone up? Maybe we should just tell them about us," I suggest.
"Are you crazy? Gramps would go ballistic. He'd start planning the wedding and all of that. Hilary would get in on it too, and I doubt the guys would skip out on the opportunity to tease us. They'll wind up tearing us apart, I'm sure of it," he comments as we walk down the road slowly. "Besides, Gramps would probably start making you call him Grandpa."
"Do you not want me to call him that?" I ask as I stop.
"Huh?" he asks as he looks back.
"Why can't I call him Grandpa?" I clarify.
"You mean, you want to?"
"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"
"Well, I was just thinking about how your grandfather treated you and thought that maybe you didn't want to call anyone else that, that's all."
"That man was not my Grandpa, he was my Grandfather. I would love you call your grandpa my own."
"YAY!" Tyson celebrates as he flings his arms around me, knocking me to the ground due to the added weight of the refrigerator.
