~`- Dustin's First Crush –'~
Chapter 2: Study Date
After school, Dustin ran all the way home and into his room, where he closed the door and immediately began pacing. What to do? What to do? He could change his name. Nah, he'd done that already. He could run away. But that wouldn't change the fact that he liked a boy in the like like kinda way. When it came down to it, he couldn't escape himself.
Maybe he could change himself then. He ran to his desk and shoved aside all the useless junk like homework that was sitting on it until he found the latest issue of his motocross magazine. He flipped through the pages until he found a centerfold of a gorgeous model with smooth curves and a perfectly proportioned body. That model bike was hot! Unfortunately, there was this stupid big breated woman blocking his view of the shiny new bronze throttle.
Focus here, he reminded himself. He paused, leaning forward and studying the woman on the bike. She had her legs spread with her arm leaning carelessly on a knee while her hair was blowing. Her chest was sticking out, as if she was really proud of the fact that she could fit her breasts in that tight shirt. He squinted, studying the exposed cleavage. It kinda looked like a butt crack. He started to wonder if breasts were comfortable to lay on, kinda like how butts are made for sitting and all padded and stuff. Maybe she slept like a baby. Don't baby's suck on breasts?
No, no, no! Focus here! Dustin once again studied the woman, but it was just no use. She could have been any woman and it wouldn't have made a difference, even his mom. Uh, that was an unpleasant thought.
"Waldo!" his mom's voice shouted, startling him enough that he dropped the magazine. It remained open to the page he had been studying and he quickly closed it, feeling almost guilty about ogling… or trying to ogle the picture.
He opened the door to his room and followed the sound of his mom's voice to the front door. Great, maybe his friends were here and they could help him. But could he really tell either of them about his… feelings? He doubted it.
But, as his mom didn't let whoever it was at the door in, Dustin's mind started to race. And, as he walked around the open door, he froze.
There, smiling at him was Jessie Sangers. Dustin felt his cheeks flush as he blinked and stared. How had he forgotten about his tutoring? After all, he definitely hadn't forgotten his tutor.
The two continued to stare at each other until Jessie shifted uncomfortably, trying to gesture with his head toward the house.
Dustin just bobbed his head along with Jessie's movements as if that was the thing to do.
Jessie sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, dude, sorry," Dustin suddenly realize, stepping aside. "Come in!"
Jessie gratefully left the doorway and entered the house, looking around curiously.
"Waldo, who's your friend?" Dustin's mom asked nosily.
Fortunately, Jessie proceeded to introduce himself because Dustin seemed to forget who he was and why he was here. He even forgot his own name for a moment before remembering. "Mom!" he scolded. "Dustin, remember?"
"Yes, of course, honey," she said dismissively, studying the taller boy.
"Yeah, and so Tori gave me his address when he didn't show," Jessie continued to explain to Dustin's mom.
"Waldo, you didn't tell me you had a play date," his mom said in a cheerful voice.
Oh, god, he was going to die! He covered his face with his hands. Play dates were for five year olds. And the word date made him picture the two of them sitting at a candle-lit table making kissy faces. He peaked between his fingers to give Jessie's lips a quick look. They looked soft and smooth and very kissable…
"And here's a picture of when he was six and was so dirty that it turned the bath water completely brown," his mom continued. "Look how adorable he was in his little naked mud bath."
His mom was showing Jessie pictures of him… and he was… naked? "Mom!" he screamed, louder than he had planned.
Both his mom and Jessie stared at him with surprised expressions.
"I, uh, just, like… think we should, like get to, uh, stuff and, uh yeah," he managed to say, adding a, "dude," for good measure.
"Honey, are you feeling alright?" his mom asked, concerned. "You look red. Let me see if you have a fever."
He shook off his mom's hand. "No, mom, I'm fine. Jessie's here to tutor me in spelling. I just wanna like… get started, you know?"
"Oh, a tutor!" she cooed happily. "How about I make you boys some cookies? But without milk because your sister's now decided she can't eat any dairy either and I want you to share." She started to reach for his face again. "Let me just check your temperature before I go."
"No, mom," he insisted, pleading. He glanced over at Jessie, who looked caught between discomfort and amusement. Motocross was nothing. His mom was going to be the death of him.
Reaching out, he grabbed Jessie by the hand, dragging him forcefully toward his room. Only once he was inside, with the door securely shut did he realize what he had done. He immediately released Jessie's hand, though the warmth of his skin lingered.
Fortunately, Jessie seemed to be too busy looking around his room. Suddenly Dustin felt self conscious. His room had never been a problem before, but suddenly he felt a need to impress the handsome eighth grader and the mess wasn't helping.
"Uh, cool room," Jessie offered, though it was obvious he was just being polite. "You don't clean much, do you?"
"Clean?" Dustin repeated, looking around. Okay, yes, his room looked like a garbage dump, but he knew where things were. Well, some things anyway. Okay, so it was a mess and he couldn't even find his alarm clock. He just knew that, if he threw something at a certain pile in the corner of his room, it stopped buzzing in the morning.
Jessie smiled, again revealing that amazing ability he had to turn Dustin's heart into an eager butterly. He reaching down, picking up a Happy Meal toy from the Lion King movie. "Looks like you never throw anything away," he commented. "You still have toys from like when you were a kid."
Dustin's cheeks flushed. He still liked his old toys. And… wasn't he still a kid?
"I'm thinking maybe we should forget the first lesson and I should help you clean your room," he offered.
Dustin stared at him for a moment, processing if he was serious or not. "Tori tried to help me clean it before, but she gave up," he admitted.
"Yeah, I can see why," Jessie agreed, setting down the toy and looking around… uncomfortably.
Ah, he's uncomfortable, Dustin realized, wanting to make his guest more comfortable. He looked around until he spotted the bed. Bending over, he brushed the crumbs of whatever he had been eating away along with stray clothes before finding a chunk of pizza crust. He picked it up, looking around for his trash can. Trash can, trash can, where can you be? Finally, he just gave up and tossed it onto his desk. He'd deal with it later. He then tossed his dirty socks and clothes on the floor and sat on the edge of his bed, patting a spot next to him.
Jessie looked between the crust that Dustin had just tossed to the empty spot on the bed next to Dustin and shrugged before sitting down. He reached for his backpack and pulled out a spelling workbook. "Okay, we'll start with the basics," he began, glancing over at Dustin. "I'll read you words and you spell them, okay?"
Dustin just nodded. He was sitting on his bed only inches from a hot guy. He could feel the warmth of Jessie's body and he'd never been so close. When Jessie would turn to look at him, his eyes were so big and so blue, it was awesome.
"Dude, breath," Dustin told himself.
"You want to pick the words instead?" Jessie asked.
"Huh?" Dustin replied, still having trouble with the whole breathing thing. Was it breathe in then out or just keep breathing in as quickly as possible? "Breath," he reminded himself again, as if saying it would help.
"Breathe's a tricky one, since it can sound like it's supposed to be spelled the same as breath," Jessie explained, his face dangerously close.
"Kiss," Dustin mumbled before realizing that Jessie hadn't gotten closer, but he had leaned toward Jessie.
"Just remember, two s's 'cause it takes two to kiss," Jessie replied seductively. Okay, so he didn't do it seductively at all, but it sure felt like it to Dustin. "So, you ready for some harder words?"
"Awesome," Dustin breathed.
"Well, sound it out," Jessie suggested.
Dustin's first thought was to spell Jessie's name, but that didn't seem quite right. He was really struggling here and it had nothing to do with spelling. So, he decided to stand up and walk over to his window. He opened it and stuck his head out. "Breathe," he reminded himself. "He's just a boy."
"You okay?" Jessie asked from behind him.
Dustin turned around. Hot. Why was his room so hot? Maybe it was just Jessie. After all, he was hot! Gah! He felt faint. "I'm fine," he lied.
Staring up at the older blonde, he felt something stir within him and he leaned forward, his mouth approaching Jessie's when suddenly Jessie stepped back and Dustin fell onto the floor.
"Dude, you okay?" Jessie asked, helping him up.
"Uh, yeah, just tripped," Dustin hastily explained as he dusted off all the dirt that ended up covering him. He really did need to clean his room.
"Yeah, I see that," Jessie said, chuckling softly. "I thought for a second there you were gonna kiss me." He laughed at how ridiculous that idea was and Dustin wanted to just run over to his bed and curl up under his covers. His bed was right there too, taunting him! He could practically hear his bed saying, "Come on, hide under my magic covers and Jessie will disappear!" If only!
Just then, a knock came from the bedroom door, promptly followed by the door opening. His mom peaked in, holding two packages of cookie mixes. "Jessie, do you prefer chocolate chip or oatmeal rasin?"
"I'll go with oatmeal raisin," Jessie said before turning to Dustin, "if that's okay with you."
"Yeah, sounds great," Dustin replied, unable to keep from grinning stupidly at Jessie.
"But, Waldo, honey, you don't like oatmeal raisin," his mom insisted. "I was going to make two batches if both your sister and Jessie wanted oatmeal. Otherwise I would just make the chocolate chip because I know that's your favorite."
"Nah, I'm cool with oatmeal, mom," Dustin assured her.
"Are you sure you're okay, Waldo?" she asked.
"It's Dustin!" he yelled, closing the door on her and turning to face Jessie with an extremely embarrassed grin plastered to his face. He was sure he looked like a total idiot.
"Your mom seems nice," Jessie offered. Clearly he didn't have to live with her. "But, why does she call you Waldo?"
Dustin decided the best approaching was to shrug. "Uh, she gets confused something," he suggested. "You know, 'cause she's old."
Jessie nodded, accepting this answer. "Oh, hey, you're into motocross?" he suddenly asked, approaching Dustin's desk.
"Yeah," Dustin admitted happily. Motocross was something he wasn't very good at yet, but it was still cool and something to be proud of. "My gear's right over…" He looked around. "Well, it's somewhere around here." He snapped his fingers. "Nah, I think it's in the garage. You ride?"
"No," Jessie replied, "but it's cool that you're into that."
"You wanna see my bike?" Dustin offered, grinning.
"Yeah, cool," Jessie replied dreamily.
Dustin immediately led him to the garage where there was a blue and yellow motocross bike.
"Oh, it's… smaller than I thought," Jessie commented, studying the bike. He glanced over at Dustin, who was pouting. "But you're kinda short, so it makes sense."
Short? He just hadn't hit his growth spurt yet, unlike Mr. Tall Blonde and Devilishly Handsome here.
"Hey, can I sit on it?" Jessie asked excitedly.
"Sure," Dustin offered with a wave of his hand.
Jessie climbed up onto the bike and immediately pretended to ride. "Hey, you should get some motocross posters for your room," he suddenly suggested, turning back to Dustin. Then it'd look less like a messy five year old lives in there."
"Oh," Dustin mumbled. That felt like an insult, but Jessie was still smiling, so he simply said, "Moto posters would be pretty awesome."
"You could get ones with hot babes on them," Jessie suggested, throwing a playful punch at Dustin's arm.
Dustin just blinked at him. Babes? "Uh, yeah, totally," he lied.
"I'm just joking," Jessie assured Dustin while hopping off the bike. "Your mom would probably freak anyway." He gave the bike one last glance before saying, "I guess we should get back to studying."
Dustin just nodded in reply. Where did this guy get his magical hypnotic eye power? He was like a super hero!
Their tutoring session progressed about how Dustin had expected. In other words, he wasn't any better at spelling then when they started. In fact, if anything, he'd actually forgotten how to spell words! Jessie was not helping him and he knew it was only a matter of time before the older boy gave up on him. That thought should have made him feel relieved because, after all, he wouldn't be all stressed out about this cute guy, but instead the idea made him incredibly sad. He knew he'd miss Jessie.
That thought solidified itself in Dustin when it came time for Jessie to leave and Dustin found it hard to let him go.
"Thanks for like trying to help me out," Dustin said, giving Jessie a quick hug.
"No problem," Jessie assured him.
"I bet you don't wanna ever come back," Dustin commented, pouting. "I'm hopeless at spelling."
"Nah, I'm not giving up yet," Jessie said with a grin. He then patted Dustin on the shoulder and turned to leave. "See you at school tomorrow," he called over his shoulder.
"Bye!" Dustin yelled, running to the door. He watched Jessie go and, even after he was gone, Dustin keep watching.
Later, in his room, Dustin lied down on his bed and thought about Jessie Sander. And, for the first time since he realized he like a boy, he felt happy.
To be continued…
Author's Note: Please review this story if you like it and want to see it continue. What do you think of my portrayal of Dustin?
