When I arrived home I could see that the place was clean, as usual. Mum always cleaned it before she went away for work. Mum worked for Macy's where she was the head of marketing. I was pretty sure she enjoyed her job but she hated leaving me alone. When I was younger she'd always have to get a family member to look after me but now I was older I could take care of myself.
I dumped my bag near the door and took off my shoes.
For a second, I didn't know what to do. I needed to plan how we were going to spend the evening. What were we going to eat? What were we going to do?
I walked into the kitchen and raided the fridge and pantry in search for at least some junk food. Aha! I found 3 packets of chips right down the back. At least mum knew that I loved Salt and Vinegar chips.
I grabbed the chips out and lay them on the counter. Now, what to drink?
I searched in the fridge to find mum had stocked up on Pepsi cans. I guess this wasn't the most nutritional dinner but who would care anyway?
I left the Pepsi cans in the fridge and the chips on the counter for later. I went into the lounge room to find some DVDs that we could watch. We didn't have a big choice and I guess I was bored because I had seen nearly every movie a dozen times but Gerard might like something when he came over.
I lazily sat down in a beanbag and turned the TV on. I wasn't really interested in watching TV but what else could I do while I waited for him to get here. I looked at the clock and it was already 4. Only another hour until he would be in my house.
The minutes seem to last eternity but eventually it was five o'clock.
I heard a knock at the door, right on time.
I opened the door and there he was. "Hey!" he said. "I bought a pillow", he said.
"Oh cool. Come on in", I said. "Here, let me take these up to my room", I said as I took his bag and pillow up to my room.
"Thanks", he replied.
"Just make yourself at home", I said.
I quickly ran upstairs, inhaling the smell of his pillow. It smelt a bit like aftershave and deodorant all mixed in together.
That wasn't creepy at all. I thought to myself laughing.
I ran back downstairs to find Gerard still awkwardly standing near the door.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, I've just…err… never really had a … sleepover before", he said looking away.
"Oh", I said a bit shocked. "Well don't worry. It'll be fun", I said smiling nervously.
He smiled back at me and my knees went to jelly again.
I lead him into the kitchen. "We have chips", I said pushing the salt and vinegar bags of chips into his face. "Oh yum, my favourite", he said. "No way! Me too!" I said. He just smiled.
I turned away for a split second and he grabbed the bags out of my hands. "Hey, what-"I began but he turned around and just laughed. "Catch me if you can", he replied.
I chased after him around the kitchen and into the lounge room. He was standing in the centre of the lounge room dangling the chips in front of his face. "Bit slow huh?" he said laughing.
I lunged at him. "Give me the damn chips!" He didn't see me and fell down into the beanbag.
We both lay there laughing uncontrollably and I finally grabbed the chips.
"You got me!" he said in between giggles.
Our laughs soon became just small giggles and eventually we stopped laughing.
Still lying on Gerard, I looked into his eyes. His hazel brown eyes glistened in the light. His pointy nose nearly touching my face was hotter than ever. And his lips, his lips were pink and luscious and I just wanted to kiss him.
But he doesn't feel the same way. I told myself.
I shifted a little; I guess I looked a bit uncomfortable. I felt his hardness against my leg. I deliberately moved again. Yes, he was getting an erection.
He blushed. I looked at him again and that's when he kissed me. Ferociously and hard at first but then as I responded he slowed down.
His lips were moist and I could smell his aftershave. The same aftershave that was on his pillow.
His tongue circled my lips begging for entry and when I gave it to him he became wild.
He grasped the back of my neck and I returned the favour by stroking his jaw.
It felt so fantastic. I knew now that he had the same feelings I did and I couldn't stop. I didn't want it to stop.
Suddenly he pulled back. "We have to stop…" he said.
I knew he was right but I couldn't help but ask. "Why?"
"Because if we keep going…I'll want to keep going", he said shyly.
"I understand", I said a bit disappointed that the moment was over.
I looked at him and he looked more excited and happy but still a bit nervous. I was glad he felt the same way as I did.
"So you… like me?" I asked.
"How could I not?" he said.
I laughed quietly.
I finally got off him as I thought he was uncomfortable being squished between the beanbag and me.
"Why don't we watch a movie?" I said trying to release the tension.
"Okay", he said.
"You pick", I said.
He picked The Wizard of Oz. Strange choice but I put it into the DVD player and sat on the sofa. We watched The Wizard of Oz in silence but I couldn't help but think about what had just happened. He was excited, I was excited and at that moment I knew that I loved him. He was so gorgeous and gentle and funny.
How could I not love him, really?
