A/N
Thank you so much to all of you who reviewed! This was one of the first
things I ever published and I was really nervous. This chapter isn't so
long, but this weekend I plan to sit down and write until my hands fall
off. So...yes. Thanks again (
"Marco! Marco! Wake up!" I groaned as my dad began pounding on my door. The red numbers on my clock/radio read 12:46 in the afternoon. Well, mission accomplished. I made up for the lost sleep that morning alright. My dad opened the door and walked in.
"I got you a Boston Cream," he said, handing me the donut and a napkin. I smiled and took it. I didn't really like those things, a little to sugary. I'm sweet enough already. And witty. And charming. And attractive. And modest. I set the donut on my nightstand. My dad does stuff like that a lot. Getting me things I don't need. But he always seems to feel a bit...inadequate, I guess. Ever since my mom...ever since it was just me and him. He tries to make up for it, but he doesn't have to. I understand.
"So, uh, Dad. When's Jake coming over?" I asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"Tomorrow afternoon. And this room had better be cleaned before he gets here. I'll get the air mattress, but I'm going to need some room to set it up. Honestly, Marco, how does your room get like this?" he asked, looking around and picking up an old gym sock. He held it out in front of himself and wrinkled his nose.
"I like it. It adds...character," I said, flicking an old pizza crust off of the nightstand.
"Yes, well, just get it straightened up a bit," he said, walking out of the room. I stretched and climbed out of bed. Might as well get started. I grabbed an old trash bag from my last attempt to clean my room, and began shoving everything in there. Old magazines. Food. The donut, some chips, a shriveled apple core, a bottle of moldy iced tea, ooo a package of unopened M&M's! I plopped down on my bed and opened the M&M's. I think I deserve a break. I began munching on them happily (praying they were those crunchy M&M's, cause they sure tasted like them...) I then heard a loud tap on the window. I looked over and saw a peregrine falcon, banging its beak up against the glass. I ran over and opened the window.
.Thanks man, Jake said, flying in and immediately demorphing. He was wearing the typical morphing suit. It was tight. I found myself staring. I knew he would notice, but I couldn't stop looking! What was wrong with me?!
"What are you doing here?" I asked, finally forcing myself to look away from Jake's built, muscular, toned, hot...uhh, hm?
"I thought we should talk," Jake said, far to seriously. I rolled my eyes.
"What now, Jake? Some secret fortress to break into? Some sort of device that can kill all the yeerks within a twenty mile radius? Let me guess. It involves a toaster, Spam, and a monkey." Jake shook his head and walked towards me. I stepped back. He took another step forward. I stepped back again, felt my knees buckle, and landed on my bed. Before I knew what was happening, Jake was on top of me, forcing his tongue between my lips. I sputtered for a moment, then rolled over, pushing Jake off of me. He looked up into my face. I had never seen so much pain in anyone's eyes. I walked to the door and put my hand on the door knob. I then pushed in the little button, locking it.
"Wouldn't want to be interrupted," I said, running and jumping onto the bed. Jake smiled, and put his hand on my cheek. I grabbed his head and wrenched it towards mine, causing him to cry out in surprise, and then what I hoped was extreme pleasure. We carried on in this way for quite some time, until I heard my dad stomping up the hallway.
"Marco, how's that room coming?"
"Not nearly as fast as I am," Jake muttered. I lightly smacked his cheek and crawled out from under him.
"Fine, Dad," I called, getting up and ruffling papers around, making it sound like I was actually trying to clean. After I heard my dad's door close, Jake stood up and walked up behind me, lacing his arm's through mine and clasping them around my waist.
"A whole week?" he whispered in my ear.
"Yeah. A whole week."
"Marco! Marco! Wake up!" I groaned as my dad began pounding on my door. The red numbers on my clock/radio read 12:46 in the afternoon. Well, mission accomplished. I made up for the lost sleep that morning alright. My dad opened the door and walked in.
"I got you a Boston Cream," he said, handing me the donut and a napkin. I smiled and took it. I didn't really like those things, a little to sugary. I'm sweet enough already. And witty. And charming. And attractive. And modest. I set the donut on my nightstand. My dad does stuff like that a lot. Getting me things I don't need. But he always seems to feel a bit...inadequate, I guess. Ever since my mom...ever since it was just me and him. He tries to make up for it, but he doesn't have to. I understand.
"So, uh, Dad. When's Jake coming over?" I asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"Tomorrow afternoon. And this room had better be cleaned before he gets here. I'll get the air mattress, but I'm going to need some room to set it up. Honestly, Marco, how does your room get like this?" he asked, looking around and picking up an old gym sock. He held it out in front of himself and wrinkled his nose.
"I like it. It adds...character," I said, flicking an old pizza crust off of the nightstand.
"Yes, well, just get it straightened up a bit," he said, walking out of the room. I stretched and climbed out of bed. Might as well get started. I grabbed an old trash bag from my last attempt to clean my room, and began shoving everything in there. Old magazines. Food. The donut, some chips, a shriveled apple core, a bottle of moldy iced tea, ooo a package of unopened M&M's! I plopped down on my bed and opened the M&M's. I think I deserve a break. I began munching on them happily (praying they were those crunchy M&M's, cause they sure tasted like them...) I then heard a loud tap on the window. I looked over and saw a peregrine falcon, banging its beak up against the glass. I ran over and opened the window.
.Thanks man, Jake said, flying in and immediately demorphing. He was wearing the typical morphing suit. It was tight. I found myself staring. I knew he would notice, but I couldn't stop looking! What was wrong with me?!
"What are you doing here?" I asked, finally forcing myself to look away from Jake's built, muscular, toned, hot...uhh, hm?
"I thought we should talk," Jake said, far to seriously. I rolled my eyes.
"What now, Jake? Some secret fortress to break into? Some sort of device that can kill all the yeerks within a twenty mile radius? Let me guess. It involves a toaster, Spam, and a monkey." Jake shook his head and walked towards me. I stepped back. He took another step forward. I stepped back again, felt my knees buckle, and landed on my bed. Before I knew what was happening, Jake was on top of me, forcing his tongue between my lips. I sputtered for a moment, then rolled over, pushing Jake off of me. He looked up into my face. I had never seen so much pain in anyone's eyes. I walked to the door and put my hand on the door knob. I then pushed in the little button, locking it.
"Wouldn't want to be interrupted," I said, running and jumping onto the bed. Jake smiled, and put his hand on my cheek. I grabbed his head and wrenched it towards mine, causing him to cry out in surprise, and then what I hoped was extreme pleasure. We carried on in this way for quite some time, until I heard my dad stomping up the hallway.
"Marco, how's that room coming?"
"Not nearly as fast as I am," Jake muttered. I lightly smacked his cheek and crawled out from under him.
"Fine, Dad," I called, getting up and ruffling papers around, making it sound like I was actually trying to clean. After I heard my dad's door close, Jake stood up and walked up behind me, lacing his arm's through mine and clasping them around my waist.
"A whole week?" he whispered in my ear.
"Yeah. A whole week."