I hesitantly followed the tall boy to his car, which was beautifully shiny of course, but I couldn't name it in any way. I just didn't get cars. Or this boy for that matter. But something about him made me want to trust him. I couldn't tell if it was his soft, kind features or his beautifully shaped hair, or the slight tint of mascara on his lashes that of course only I could catch. This boy was gay. This boy was so gay it made me see rainbow colors. Or maybe I was just seeing colors from the beating I had taken, or the tears I had cried about it. I got into his car slowly, deciding if I was gonna run that this time would be better than never. But something about that cute, strange smile got me. He didn't smile normally, and it was precious, but I had to focus on staying alive. He locked the doors and put the keys in the ignition and I could have sworn I saw this exact scene in Twilight, and this boy seemed more like Jacob than Edward. I was enjoying my discussion in my head about who was hotter while I stared out the window when he said, "So Bambi, What's your real name."
I whipped around quickly to him and retorted, "You were in the restaurant like everyone else, I'm sure you heard." I said it a little harsher than I intended, but I did have the excuse of being hurt.
He chuckled a little before looking at me "I wasn't listening."
I responded quickly, "What? Looking in the Blonde's dreamy eyes." This one was meant to be snooty. I knew he heard.
He blushed before answering honestly, "Yeah, Actually, I was." He looked embarrassed to admit this to me. He acted like he had never told anyone before.
"Then I guess we both were." I giggled a little and he looked over at me and stared to giggle to. If you were just hearing us talk, you'd think we were just love-struck teenage girls.
He shook it off quickly though and said in a firm voice, "I'm James. James Diamond. Part of the wealthy diamond family in town. Maybe you've heard of us."
I shook my head, "No reason to show boat dude, I've been in this town for about four hours now, I know crap." I slapped my hand over my mouth as soon as I said it cause I never knew when it was okay to cuss with people.
"It's fine Bambi, don't be so afraid around me. I gave you my secret. If you go down, I'm goin' down with you. But you never told me your name." He kept his eyes on the rode, but obviously he was anxious to hear my answer.
"My names Logan Mitchell and I just want to go back to L.A." I stated matter-of-factly, hoping that he would understand my feel of urgency to go back.
"That's so cool," he squealed, and he changed from his serious self to his playful self in a matter of seconds. "My dream is to go to New York and do Broadway. To get out of this wretched town and never look back. I love singing and acting, but I've always have to hide it because people will judge me and that's my biggest fear."He gave me a look that said he didn't mean to say that.
Moments went by silently for a long time when I finally broke the awkwardness that was spreading through the car at a fast rate. "James," I pause because it was too hard to say, "why did you tell them you were gonna, you know, rape. Me." My voice was very soft and it felt like all the wounds came back when I thought about it again.
"I needed them away from you." He said in a voice matching mine, "I've never met someone who feels the same way about people as I do. I think I love you." We had finally arrived in his driveway and he put the car into park. My lips tingled for the sensation I knew he would give me as he cupped my face in his hands and slowly took me in. Our lips met and split just as fast. He looked at me with a sad expression before asking, "Did. You feel. Anything."
"Sorry," I responded sadly, "nothing, not even one spark Jamie." We both looked away disappointed for about five minutes before we could face each other again. And for some reason we stared to laugh. We started to laugh really hard. We laughed so hard our eyes watered and our stomachs heart. And after twenty minutes laughing about that disastrous moment, I looked over to him and said lightheartedly, "Friends."
He Grabbed my hand and shook-it roughly, "Best Friends." And that was when I met the person I thought could be my Best Friend for Life (I'm not really sure what the acronym is for in now-a-days). But as we got out of the car, I remembered what had happened just about an hour before. My knees still really hurt and my stomach felt like it was going to fall out. Laughing didn't help. And my hand still really ached from where he stepped on it. My face was the only thing that really felt a little better. James noticed and he came over and put his arm under my shoulder to help me the rest of the way to his room. He balanced me on one arm and unlocked the door with another. It was obvious no one was home, so it was easy for James to sneak me to his room. He was an only child, but that wouldn't be my first shock for the day. His Room was my big shock. He opened the door and it shown like the walls of boob-topia. The walls were covered in posters of half-naked women in extremely suggestive posters and where there wasn't Kim Kardashian or Holly Madison, there was a rosary, or cross, or something religious. "Over compensating much Mr. Diamond," I said with a smirk, "Or do Jesus and Kendra just get you goin." That one had me and I fell back on the bed laughing, hurting myself more.
James was digging deep in his closet for something when he responded back, "Don't now know it," he giggled a little before continuing, "And it makes you pretty freakin gay to recognize Kendra dude." It was weird for me to sleep in out of masculine and feminine saying and attitudes, but something about it made since when I was with this closeted-puddle mess that was James.
"But to be Accurate, over there is Kim Kardashian, on that wall is Holly Madison, and I lover her show, 'Holly's World'," I giggled to see him pointing at these sexed up characters and talking about how much he loved their show, "And that one, way over there is my favorite, It's Britney herself." He ran over it and mock-bowed as I looked at the iconic photo of Britney Spears in a school girl outfit.
"Hard to find," I said jokingly.
"Yeah," he responded serious, "I spent a whole day going through straight guy magazines at a gross shop before I found it."
"Ucchh," I said loudly, "Really wish that kiss had worked out because you have the best personality." I said upside on his bed.
"You're too much of a bottom for me," "That coming from the boy with perfectly sculpted hair and fawning over Britney Spears." "Still not the one who ran around with his fag-hag all day." "Easy up on the f-word Jamez."
He looked at me strangely, "How did you know Jamez was one of me nick-names." "I didn't, I just saw it on the poster of Bridget over there." I said still with a smirk. "Oh, I forgot, Kendaaaaalllllllll," He stretched out the name a little longer for effect and swooning purposes, "wrote it after a teacher called me it in on my first day of eighth grade," "You've had that poster since the Eighth grade," "It's Bridget. From the Playboy House. She hasn't been there in forever. Don't you watch any T.V." "I don't watch any," I said snootily, putting my nose high in the air.
"Typical California Prick," he said tossing a pillow at me. "I like pricks, I'm not one." "Then why don't you watch any E! shows. No Kardashians, Girls Next Door, Holly's World, Kendra," He looked at me like I was an alien, "Please tell me you at least watch Chelsea Lately."
From my spot on his dresser I shook my head and he put his arms out and fell back into the bed as dramatically as possible. "What's wrong with you." He pleaded.
I finally cracked and said, "My Parents were to poor to afford Cable. They could barely afford me. And by the way, I see why you need to be on Broadway." I made jazz hands at him and he threw a pillow which hit me in the stomach were I was aching. I fell. I fell hard and it hurt. James jumped up quick and put me on the bed slowly before grabbing more pillows and towels. "I'm so sorry, Bambi, I didn't mean to hurt you, are you okay." I shook my head, but I knew I wasn't. No matter how great today was, I was still hurt and I had to be careful.
"Why don't I put on some E! for us right now so you can get used to it cause as my best friend, you'll be coming over a lot." He turned on the T.V. and the big fat ass of Kim Kardashian flashed across the screen. I laughed a little. "She should really be a gay icon, because what top wouldn't want to fuck that with a dick." What I didn't realize was that I said that out loud.
"You're totally right, but if they're lookin for a cock, they need to look at Khloe, cause she's obviously a dude." We both laughed and even though I knew it was mean to make fun of her, it was fun. It was amazing how fast we got along.
"You know for all the naughty words that slip out of your mouth, you look very gentle, soft, and ignorant on the outside. Like a little child." James said.
"Are you calling me short, Jamez," questioning his logic there, even though I knew well I was petite.
"Yeah beautiful," he mumbled and then kissed me again. Five seconds later we were both wiping our tongues. "Still Nothing," he said
"It felt forced more than anything," I answered
"Yeah I know," James said, flipping his hair.
"Still Friends," I offered
"Still Friends," he said, "You're too much of a bottom anyway."
I laughed. I couldn't believe he'd bring up this argument anymore, but we went along, bantering for a good two hours before he took me home. There Camille and I made up and we came to terms with who I was, and she truly liked me more now. James, her, and I would hang out whenever he wasn't with his other friends (Which was barely ever), but we created a strong bond between the three of us in just a few days. What can I say? I still don't know what I think of day one.
Author's Note: Sorry the Ending seemed rushed but I was trying to get to when he'd finally go to school and I needed to settle the Camille mess on the way. I liked it, but did you guys. Tell me in the Reviews and don't feel bad to rip me apart. I like it rough. Raw. Love You guys. XoXo