Chapter 6

I sat there impatiently and listened to the clock tick until it turned to 4:45. The second it did, I jumped up with anticipation and grabbed my coat and car keys. I stepped out onto the porch and stopped for a moment, enjoying the fall breeze and how the sun was starting to get lower in the sky, waiting for twilight, for nightfall. Fall is my favorite time of the year, when the trees turn to beautiful ambers and reds. It's beautiful. I love to just sit out there at night, in the cool breeze and look at the stars. A hopeless romantic. Who? Me? Never.

I put on my coat and hugged myself, bracing myself for what was about to happen. I stepped off the wooden porch step onto the pavement heading towards my car. I got in and stared at the dashboard, thinking about Sonny. I couldn't really believe what was happening. Was this really happening to me? It couldn't be. But nonetheless, it was. It was. Reality came flooding in quickly. 'What if he doesn't like me? What if I scare him off?' I thought. Well there's only one way to find out.

I started up my car and put it in reverse and backed out of my driveway.

3124 E. Palm Grove Ave. I turned onto the street and searched for his house. When I found it, I let out a small sound of satisfaction and with that, turned into his driveway and put my car in park. I stared up at the house. I knew the people who had lived here before him. It was a nice house, a lot like mine. Two stories, white siding, two car garage. Except this house had red shudders, rather than blue like mine. I smiled for a moment then opened my car door and got out. I walked up to the front door, hesitating for a moment before I carefully knocked on the front door. I heard footsteps inside, and when the door opened I was greeted by a smiling Sonny.

"Aiden! I'm so glad you came," he said, waving me into the house. The décor was beautiful, if you ask me. It all looked so expensive. The kind of expensive where if you touched it, you'd be afraid to get yelled at or break it. That's why I decided NOT to touch it, despite my curiosity. And at that moment, a slender, brunette haired woman walked through the door from in the kitchen. She smiled at me and introduced herself and Mrs. Moore. I extended my hand for her to shake, and she did, noting how I was "such a nice boy." I laughed at that thought. If she only knew.

"I sure hope you like spaghetti, Aiden. That's what I made for dinner," Mrs. Moore said with a soft smile and wave of her hand. Luckily for her, it was one of my favorites. We sat down at the expensive looking dining room table, with high-backed chairs made out of cherry wood. The table was set with expensive china that had a flower inlay around the edges. It was beautiful. And of course, there was more silverware than I knew what to do with. Luckily for me, she probably knew I had no dining room etiquette and that is why she made spaghetti. A one course meal for me, thank you. And honestly, I was starving.

Mrs. Moore laughed at me and said, "If you don't slow down, you're going to have a horrible stomach ache, sweetheart." I looked down at my food and smiled and told her I was sorry and I was just so hungry.

We finished up with dinner, and Mrs. Moore sent us off while she cleared the table and washed the expensive-looking china. Sonny guided me upstairs to his room. This was probably the most normal room in the house. Still expensive, but normal. I immediately liked his room. There was an arrangement of certain posters of celebrities, movies, and bands on his wall. He had three book cases scattered with so many books, along with a shrine of guitars in one corner of his room. They were nice guitars, too, very nice. I couldn't help but gawk.

"Do you want to play one?" Sonny questioned me. I looked at him in disbelief and he laughed. "It's fine, you can play one. I trust you not to break it." And with that, I picked one up. It was a Gibson SG and in mint condition. It was a dark blue color, and the wood was mahogany colored. It was beautiful. I sat down with it on his bed, and began playing. The second I did, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped a bit. I was too busy playing to notice, but when I opened my eyes and saw him, I stopped playing.

"Where the fuck did you learn to play like that?" he asked. I paused for a moment, thinking about what I should say.

"Well, I taught myself actually. It's really not that hard. I just. . . I enjoy it a lot. It's one of the only things that I've always been connected to." I declared. He just looked at me shaking his head lightly, and then laughed.

"That's absolutely incredible. . ." he trailed off, thinking. I thanked him, but he didn't respond. He was thinking about something that I couldn't read upon analyzing his face.

Finally after about two minutes I brought up the courage and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

He turned his head to meet my eyes, and hesitated. "I. . . just. . . I was thinking about today at school in drawing class, when you were laughing, and you had a look of pain on your face. Aiden, I'm not stupid. I know something's wrong. But, I won't press upon the matter. I know you just met me, and if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to."

In all honesty, I was fucking shocked. That was the last thing I expected to come from his mouth. I had two choices here, avoid the truth, or just come out and tell him. I don't think I was ready for him to know. I wasn't ready for anybody to know, to be honest.

I tried to find the words to say, then said, "I. . I . . uh. It's nothing important, honest. I promise." I put on the best smile I could, and hoped he bought it. He still looked so concerned. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist and held me, breathing into my shoulder. I in return, wrapped my arms around him. I was content. I've never really experienced a hug like this until now. Yeah, my dad's hugged me before, but his hugs don't have the emotion that Sonny's do. I can't really explain it, but I could feel it right now. After about three minutes he looked up at me with his beautiful brown eyes and brought my head down to his and he began kissing me. I was shocked, but pleased. Oh how I was fucking pleased. He then pulled away and hugged me again.

After that, he led me back downstairs and asked if I wanted to watch a movie. I agreed, and he put a disc in the expensive surround sound system.

About an hour later, the clock on the cable box read 10:30 now. Mrs. Moore came into the room, telling us she was going to sleep and asked Sonny not to stay up too late and turn off the lights when he was finished down here. Sonny said he would, and with an I love you from each, she headed upstairs.

Shortly after, the movie ended and I told Sonny that I should be getting home.

"Oh. So soon?" he asked, with a disappointed expression.

"Yeah. It's getting late, and my dad might be wondering where I am. But nonetheless, I had a really nice time. I haven't gotten to do anything like that in a long time." I said, slightly smiling. He rose up on his tiptoes and kissed me once more. I kissed him back, lost in my own dream land with Sonny. He seemed to be the one who was pleased now. I finally pulled away, wiping my hand across my mouth and smiling.

"Bye, Aiden. I enjoyed having you," he exclaimed. I said my goodbyes as well and walked out onto the porch and got in my car.

I still couldn't believe what had happened, to me of all people. I started up my car and pulled out of the driveway, waving at Sonny as I drove away. I thought about the kiss. Well, kisses, I guess. I thought about the way he tasted. I thought about how it felt when his body was pressed against mine. God, this guy was tearing me apart and I'd only known him for two days. But, then I thought about it. And to be honest, I liked it.