We get to the my house and I've only been thinking about his lips the whole way back. I fumble tremendously with my house key at the front door, I literally can't embarrass myself anymore than I already am. I'm shocked he's still interested.
We walk in and are about to run right up the stairs when Annabelle calls from the kitchen.
"Oh, Chandler, good you're home. I need to run to the store, did you need any...thing?" she slows down as she walks into the hall and see Joey and I.
"Oh, I'm sorry - I didn't know you were having company over," she says in a giddy tone, making it obvious how rare this is.
"Y-yeah, this is Joey," I state quickly.
"Hi Joey, I'm Annabelle," she smiles.
He smiles back.
"Hi, nice to meet you," he says.
"Well, we'll be upstairs - studying," I tell her.
"Okay, have fun," she says happily. "I'm heading out to store, I'll be back in a few."
"Okay fine," I spit out quickly and continue up the stairs hearing Joey follow me.
Joey and I get to my room and I shut my door.
I look at him and he looks at me.
Then, it happens again. He steps towards me and put his soft lips back on mine. I'm in literal heaven.
We fall onto my bed and now he's over me, his whole body is over me. I honestly feel like this must be a dream.
But it's not, his lips are so real, my hands running through his beautiful hair is so real, his hard boner against mine is so real. Oh god, I'm so turned on and so is he. I'm so excited, I can barely control myself. I sit up to take my clothes off and he takes his off and we're done long before Annabelle ever gets back.
We're lying in my bed, still naked and tangled together under my covers.
Joey looks at me.
"I can't believe you lied about where you live," he embarrasses me by mentioning again.
I roll my eyes.
"I can't believe you kissed me," I throw back.
His lips curve into a smile.
"Touché," he grins.
"So, have you... liked me for a while?" I question him.
"Kind of," he says.
"Kinda... how long," I can't help, but ask.
He smiles again.
"I don't know, I can't remember," he says and I can see he's blushing.
It makes me smile.
"It doesn't matter," I decide and lean up to kiss him again.
He kisses me back with renewed enthusiasm and doesn't slow down.
Then, we hear the door downstairs and realize Annabelle must be home. Joey breaks away from my lips and we are both still for a moment.
"Guess, I should get home for dinner," he says.
I frown, but he doesn't notice as he's already climbing off of me and out of the bed. He starts redressing and I'm already missing him.
I sit up.
"Okay... um, well this was... I had a...a really..."I start blabbering on, trying to get a hint if this will ever happen again.
He leans down and claims my lips once more. I feel him smile against my lips.
"This was great," he assures me.
I smile back calmly.
He's putting his shoes on now and I get up, figuring I should really walk him out. I start throwing my clothes on too.
"Okay, so I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask quickly when we're both dressed again.
"Maybe I could come over again," he looks at me hopefully.
"Maybe you better," I warn lightheartedly.
He smiles and leans in to leave me with one last peck and I already love how affectionate he is.
We walk downstairs and he says goodbye to Annabelle. I lock the door behind him and let my back fall against the door, too happy to even stand.
The next day, I can not explain how excited I am to see Joey. I only wish we didn't have to hide everything. It's killing me that I can't run up to him and kiss him.
In gym, I have my daily cardio of trying to outrun the jocks until my lungs are burning. Then, I head to the locker room where they usually threaten and shove me and then they head out. It's all the same, except the second they leave I run over to Joey and sneak him the quickest peck on the lips when the coast is clear. He's completely not expecting this. I can't tell he's happy, but nervous about it. Some other students walk by so we step a little further apart.
"Hey, check this out," he whispers to me. He rummages in his backpack before pulling out a key.
My eyebrows knit together. He turns it over and it has a piece of tape with "janitor" written on it.
I nearly gasp.
"How'd you get that?"
"Stole it from Brett's bag last night," he tells me quietly.
My mouth drops.
"You really are a rebel," I say actually impressed this time.
Joey grins and takes a step towards me again.
"What if we used it as our meeting spot," he offers impishly.
I slowly smirk at him.
"That would be pretty private," I gush.
"I know."
So, Joey and I start meeting in the janitor's closet every morning to make out. It's the perfect way to start everyday.
Then, we walk home, but to my house and have sex. Did I mention I was in heaven? Because I am.
One Tuesday night, I'm in my bed with Joey and we're making out when we hear the door downstairs again.
I pull back abruptly. Annabelle has been home, she's been here since we got back from school. That means it could only be one other person.
"Chandler! Darling!" I hear my mother's voice yell from the bottom of the stairs and I jump out of the bed, pushing Joey off me.
"Oh no, no, no," I ramble as I scram for my clothes.
"What's wrong?" Joey asked, completely lost.
"My mom is home - just get dressed," I warn.
He jumps up and we throw our clothes on as I hear my mother walking up the stairs. I push Joey into my desk chair and grab one of my textbooks and throw it at him. I grab any other book and sit on my bed.
My mother knocks on my door.
"Yeah?" I answer.
The door opens and my mother walks in.
"Hi honey!" she immediately announces with great delight and walks right over to hug me tightly.
Already, I can tell she's acting fishy.
She parts from this overdramatic hug and then looks at Joey, who's still awkwardly holding the text book in front of him.
"And you must be Joey. Annabelle mentioned Chandler had a guest over tonight. I'm Chandler's proud mama, Nora," she beams.
Why is she acting insane and embarrassing the hell out of me?
"Mom, what are you doing?" I spit out frustrated.
"Being polite, Chandler, what has gotten into you?" she snaps at me, which sounds a lot more like her.
She looks back at Joey and smiles calmly again.
"I hope you can stay for dinner, we're having a welcome home feast tonight! I just got done with my latest book tour. I'm an author if you didn't know," she goes on.
"He knows," I interrupt her, god forbid she actually spells out to Joey that she writes erotic novels. The whole school knows, the entire town knows!
"Uh, I would have to call my mom and let her know," Joey responds.
"Of course, you can use our phone. Please, we would love to have you," she presses.
"Sure, thank you," he says.
"Perfect, see you both downstairs at six," she exclaims and walks back downstairs.
I drop my face into my hands, hating every minute of that.
"It wasn't that bad," Joey comments when seeing me in distress.
"Ugh, you don't know her," I argue.
He walks over to the bed and sits down next to me, he wraps his arm over my shoulders.
"I'm sorry for anything she says tonight," I quickly warn.
Joey leans in and leaves a long kiss on my cheek.
"It's gonna be fine," he tells me.
I smile because I love every minute I'm with him and he's kissing and holding me, but I know dinner will be hell.
Somehow we make it through dinner. My mother asks way too many questions, but mainly all basic ones for Joey like where he's from, his family life and how we met at school. Of course, we lie about how we met and say we started talking in math class.
When dinner finishes, Joey thanks everyone again and heads home. I walk him to the front door.
"See you tomorrow," I whisper.
He nods and waits, unsure if he should kiss me now. I look down the hall and my mom and Annabelle seem to be out of sight so I give him the quickest kiss and then send him out the door.
I walk back to the kitchen knowing my mom wants me to help with the dishes. She always tries to be more of a mother when she's home and makes me do household chores.
I start on the dishes when my mother walks next to me.
"Why did you hide this from me Chandler?" she asks.
"Hide what?" I ask annoyed already.
"Your boyfriend?"
I nearly drop the dish in the sink.
"He's not my boyfriend," I blurt out defensively.
She tilts her head at me like I'm so naive I can't possibly know what's going on.
"Chandler, honey, it's okay. Joey is a lovely boy, I'm very happy for you two," she shares.
Although, I appreciate the kind words from her for once, I can't let her know the truth because it can never get out.
"You're wrong, we're just friends." I demand.
"Okay sweetie," she says so falsely I know she's not buying it.
"Mom!" I yell as she turns to walk away.
She turns back to me.
"I'm serious, he means nothing - stop acting like you know everything!"
She looks hurt by my words, which doesn't bother me.
"Don't use that tone with me," she bites and then walks off.
I know I won't see her for the rest of the night.
The next day is Tuesday meaning I typically have to run from the jocks at the end of the day, but I realize there's an obvious solution now: the janitor key.
Joey and I realize we can easily lock ourselves in the janitors closet and wait for them to leave. It also doesn't hurt that we will definitely make out the entire time.
When the school day ends, Joey and I are furiously making out in the janitor's closet. When I realize we both have raging boners, I stop. I feel like it might be a bit too far to hook up in the janitor's closet at school.
I break away from his lips.
"I need a minute," I tell him.
Joey understands and we both chill out for a moment.
"I bet they left already, let's just get back to your house," Joey suggests.
I smile, wanting so badly to be in my room with him right now to rip his clothes off.
"I don't know, last week they were still waiting for me at 3:30," I remind him.
Joey nods resentfully.
I put my hand to his face, wanting him so badly.
"You know what, fuck it. This is the janitor's closet, we can clean up any mess we make," I decide.
Joey's eyes light up and I sit on his lap and take his shirt off.
He's doesn't argue and we both release our desperate frustrations.
Around 3:45, we decide to take the chance and head home. We walk out of the closet and lock up behind us. Joey puts the key back in his backpack and we walk out cautiously, still looking around. When we step outside and we seem to be in the clear.
We get to the street before we hear a voice we both recognize much too well.
"Look what we have here," Brett jeers.
We both stop and slowly turn around to find Brett waiting pompously with his arms crossed.
He steps towards us.
"I should have figured it out a lot sooner, that you'd be helping this loser," Brett speaks directly at Joey.
We both keep quiet.
He steps towards Joey again, I want to back up, but Joey doesn't move so I stay by his side.
"I knew when the key was missing only one person would care enough to take a fucking janitor's key," he growls at Joey.
Joey lets him continue.
"I figured it out when you kept coming home late and missing dinner, I thought "that idiot has no friends", where could he possibly be?" Brett goes on.
"We don't have your dumb key Brett," Joey boldly lies.
This angers Brett instantly.
"Oh is that so?" Brett tests.
"Fuck off, Brett," Joey threatens, but it only makes Brett more mad.
"Prove it," Brett grabs at one of Joey's backpack straps, but Joey pushes him back.
Brett immediately lunges for Joey and they crash to the ground.
I'm frozen, I don't know what to do. I want to help Joey, but I can't fight - especially when it's Brett.
"Let me see!" Brett screams in Joey's face and they're wrestling at first until Brett throws a punch and hits Joey right in the mouth.
Seeing him hurt Joey forces me to act. I jump at Brett, somehow actually knocking him off Joey, but Brett quickly overpowers me and strikes me with his fist just as hard.
Joey throws Brett off me and they're fighting again. Joey gets a punch in and hits Brett hard. He shoves Brett against the ground, but Brett is able to throw Joey down again. I take my backpack full of books off and swing it at Brett's head which works, causing him to dizzily fall to the ground and he's trying to get his bearings again, but he's moving too slow.
"Joey come on!" I grab Joey's arm and force him to run. We sprint for my house and luckily loose Brett.
We make it back to my house and we both look rough. Joey's lip is bruised and bleeding and my nose is bleeding.
We run to the downstairs bathroom for tissues when Annabelle comes looking for us.
I continue to lie to Annabelle, telling her it was just a misunderstanding.
Then, my mom shows up and looks horrified when she sees us.
"Who did this to you!?" she yells.
"It's fine, it's fine," I tell her.
"It's not fine!" she exclaims.
She looks at Joey.
"Oh my god, we need to call your parents Joey," she declares.
"No! Joey is going home," I try and push Joey out of the bathroom.
"Chandler, he's bleeding - I'm driving him home and don't you dare argue with me. Both of you in the car now!" she demands.
We get in the car with bloody tissues and ice packs and Joey tells her the way to his house.