I woke up not remembering anything. I couldn't remember who I was with till
I felt a calm wash over me. I breathed in his smell and I felt safe for a
few moments.
I knew I could get a hold of him, I know why he left them all. He was scared. I used to think that Guy had no reasons to be scared, but then something clicked in my head. I remembered he used to laugh awkwardly like Fulton and I did when Portman made fun of the only openly gay couple in the school.
I had called his cell phone; I could always get him when I called that number. I had called it when I was staying at home and my mother was fussing over me, I had needed that break from her and he could always give it to me.
I breathed deeply once more before moving to get up. His arms fell from my waist and I maneuvered so I could lie next to him. I looked at the clock, 10:37 in the morning. Wait, wasn't it Thursday? Everyone else would be in gone from the dorms.
I looked at Guy as he slept, he didn't look like Adam, Guy looked somewhat calmer. He looked as if he was, in a day dream instead of a sleep. He had a dazed look on his face, his lips curled slightly into a small smile. He was adorable.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and moved to stand. I froze when I stopped in that position. There was a pain that shot up my right leg, I felt it twice more before I dropped to the bed, almost landing on Guy.
I hit him as hard as I could as my mind brought me back to that day. But it was before everything happened. Guy was with me and we were walking out of the square using one of the paths that brought us to the secluded areas a lot of the couples used for privacy. I remembered trying to tell him something that I needed to say. I needed to tell him that I am gay.
I remembered choking on my words and I couldn't get them out, then finally I chickened out. I got up and walked away after telling him something different, I knew he could see through what I was saying but at the moment I didn't care, I had just wanted to get out of there.
I felt a shaking and looked up. Guy. He sat looking over me, down into my eyes. He was so caring sometimes and I could see in his eyes that he was worried. "Charlie, thank God you're okay." I heard him say to me.
I let the ringing in my ears subside from his voice before I spoke to him. "I remember that day." I said, I reached up and caressed his face through a daze I'm sure he could see in my eyes. "It was cold and was close to nine at night. We walked away from the square and I was going to tell you. But I couldn't. I changed my mind and walked away and then I was surrounded by them. But I was with you, you were the last thing I remember seeing that was good that day."
I'm sure I flattered him with my words because a deep crimson filled his cheeks. It was a good feeling to know I put that there.
I knew I could get a hold of him, I know why he left them all. He was scared. I used to think that Guy had no reasons to be scared, but then something clicked in my head. I remembered he used to laugh awkwardly like Fulton and I did when Portman made fun of the only openly gay couple in the school.
I had called his cell phone; I could always get him when I called that number. I had called it when I was staying at home and my mother was fussing over me, I had needed that break from her and he could always give it to me.
I breathed deeply once more before moving to get up. His arms fell from my waist and I maneuvered so I could lie next to him. I looked at the clock, 10:37 in the morning. Wait, wasn't it Thursday? Everyone else would be in gone from the dorms.
I looked at Guy as he slept, he didn't look like Adam, Guy looked somewhat calmer. He looked as if he was, in a day dream instead of a sleep. He had a dazed look on his face, his lips curled slightly into a small smile. He was adorable.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and moved to stand. I froze when I stopped in that position. There was a pain that shot up my right leg, I felt it twice more before I dropped to the bed, almost landing on Guy.
I hit him as hard as I could as my mind brought me back to that day. But it was before everything happened. Guy was with me and we were walking out of the square using one of the paths that brought us to the secluded areas a lot of the couples used for privacy. I remembered trying to tell him something that I needed to say. I needed to tell him that I am gay.
I remembered choking on my words and I couldn't get them out, then finally I chickened out. I got up and walked away after telling him something different, I knew he could see through what I was saying but at the moment I didn't care, I had just wanted to get out of there.
I felt a shaking and looked up. Guy. He sat looking over me, down into my eyes. He was so caring sometimes and I could see in his eyes that he was worried. "Charlie, thank God you're okay." I heard him say to me.
I let the ringing in my ears subside from his voice before I spoke to him. "I remember that day." I said, I reached up and caressed his face through a daze I'm sure he could see in my eyes. "It was cold and was close to nine at night. We walked away from the square and I was going to tell you. But I couldn't. I changed my mind and walked away and then I was surrounded by them. But I was with you, you were the last thing I remember seeing that was good that day."
I'm sure I flattered him with my words because a deep crimson filled his cheeks. It was a good feeling to know I put that there.