Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Fugitive and Me ❯ Former Closet Case ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5

 

I woke up a lot earlier than I normally would have on a Saturday, it was eight o'clock AM, and there was a knee digging into my side. I opened my eyes, blinking before I began to realize my situation. Mel's arms were wrapped around my neck and his leg stretched over my thighs, his head was resting on my chest, and I could see it slowly moving up and down as I breathed. He was apparently quite the clingy boy, even in his sleep, he was cuddling me as if I were a large stuffed animal. Of course, I couldn't put the blame on him completely, for a moment later I realized that my arm was wrapped around him and my hand at rest on his butt. The moment I realized its location I jerked away… disgusting.

 

Mel mumbled something in his sleep as I tried to squeeze out of his hold. It was pointless trying to do it without waking him up, every time I moved he would squeak or grunt, or pull himself into me again. I rolled my eyes when I realized he'd mumbled the word `kitty'. Great, so he's practically strangling me in his sleep and he thinks I'm a kitty. How lucky can you get?

 

“Mel,” I whispered, poking his shoulder. He shifted but his eyes stayed shut, and… oh Jesus, I think that warm feeling on my leg is his crotch. “Mel!” I spoke louder and poked harder, once again, no avail, this time no reaction at all. “Mellow Yellow!” I yelled this time. For a moment he didn't move but after a bit his eyes fluttered open and he was looking right at me.

 

“Fox…” He began. “…Is in my bed,” He smiled and nuzzled against my shoulder. I don't think he understood that my goal was to get out of the bed.

 

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I lied, then again, going to the bathroom is just one of those things you do in the morning, even if you don't feel like you have to. He nodded and removed his arms, rolling over so that he was back on the side of the bed he began on, where he belonged.

 

I rolled my eyes and lazily got out of the bed, trudging toward the door and out of his room. Despite the fact that I'd been used as a teddy bear it was nice waking up here. Miles had drama club on Saturday mornings so he was always gone when I woke up after spending the night there. Dwayne made me sleep on the floor so I was always stiff in the morning, and for said reasons I just downright hate waking up in my own home.

 

After I peed I dragged myself back into Mel's room to find that he had gone back to sleep. Honestly, if he wasn't going to get up then I was going to just leave, then again it was raining again, and I'm sure I could have found some interesting things on his computer… I decided I was going to wake him up.

 

I think he was awake, awake and refusing to answer me or acknowledge anything I did. I'd tried slapping his cheek, rolling him back and forth on the bed, and screaming into his ear. Still he just lay there with his eyes shut in whatever position I left him in. I groaned and leaned over him, lining my face to his, I had a mind to spit on him but instead I blew as hard as I could. Finally he made a reaction, but instead of getting up his arms all of the sudden wrapped around me and pulled me down. I collapsed on top of him, letting out a surprised squeal when our chests pressed together.

 

“Why the hell do you want to get up at eight AM?” He mumbled, loosening his grip again so I could get up. I propped myself on my elbows and looked down at him, his eyes were barely open, but I could tell they weren't focused on mine, I think he was looking at my lips.

 

“Because I'm not tired anymore,” I growled. “I could just go home though if you want, leave you here to laze around in your ugly green bed,” His sheets were green, yes, a really bright lime green that hurt my newly awaken eyes.

 

“Did you know that you have big lips?” Mel said randomly. I sneered and wrinkled my nose, had he even heard my reply.

 

“Is it your job to point out my flaws? Maybe I don't like your stupid blue eyes,” I stuck out my tongue. That was a lie, his eyes were probably the one thing I really did like about him. But come on, yesterday I had a weird shaped head, and now I have big lips, give me a break.

 

“Never said I didn't like them,” He shrugged. This was true, he never did say… I lost my train of thought when his lips touched mine, and I immediately kissed back. Not that I want to marry him or anything, but he was a pretty damn good kisser, I couldn't help but wonder where he got the talent. You don't get lip talent out of being raped by your asshole dad, do you? Regardless, neither one of us seemed to have any intention of stopping. Somehow I felt like I should have brushed my teeth, we both should have, or at least something. But by the time his tongue had somehow found it's way into my mouth, having clean teeth was the last thing on my mind.

 

It wasn't long before his hands were roaming over my body, up and down my sides, over my back, my upper thighs and around… hey! That part is off limits! I made an attempt to lift my bottom half away from his hand, but I didn't want to stop kissing him, and it felt kind of… good. So my half-hearted efforts to remove his hand from my virgin sex parts went unnoticed. Then it hit me that I had two hands of my own, so I lifted one of them and moved it down to where his was.

 

My original goal: Push his hand away. What I actually did: I laced my fingers with his and pressed his hand harder into my groin. I think I felt him smile into the kiss. I shifted so that I was in a more comfortable position and settled on top of him with my thigh between his legs. My eyes pop open and I'm freaking out in my head when I realize that hard thing that's pressing against my leg isn't something in his pocket.

 

I have to think about this. Clearly he wants to take it a little further, how much further, I don't know, but by the way he's unzipping my pants I have to assume it's quite a bit further. Worst-case scenario, he wants to sex me… have sex with me. I have to decide if I actually want that or not, unfortunately I don't think this is the best time, seeing as we're already making out and I can feel his hand slipping down my pants… pervert! I growled into his lips, it was meant to warn him, but it apparently didn't make any impression, all he did was wrap his hand around my… um… my you know what. That was where I drew the line.

 

With a jolt of realization I launched myself backwards and off of him. I blinked, suddenly by myself, sitting on my butt with my knees in the air on the end of the bed. He was up at the head of it, giving me this questioning look, I looked at his hand, it was still in that cup shape. I wrinkled my nose and looked down, my penis was sticking out of my pants, looking… I mean pointing straight up at my face. I breathed at the site of it, I'd only been turned on once before, and I hardly remember what it felt like. I feel like a prude girl from those stupid drama movies, I'm a guy, aren't I supposed to want this?

 

“Uhm…” I hear him begin and look up, I forgot he was there. My breath was heavy and I just stared at him, thinking this whole thing over with a blank look on my face. Miles has done it, Dwayne has done it, Terry has, Mel has never done it voluntarily that I know of but he's apparently ready. Hell, I bet even Glen has done it, Glen being Mile's ugly twenty-year-old brother who's in collage and wants to govern Illinois. I'm the only one in the pack who hasn't, so why shouldn't I? I guess the fact that I'm gay makes a bit of a difference; okay it makes a big difference. But for the first time I feel like because they all have and I haven't, I'm still in the kiddy club. But… what if he wants to be on top? I am not, I repeat, not taking it up the ass, not today anyway.

 

“Sorry,” I snapped out of a trance when once again, he spoke. This time before sliding out of the bed, and then trudging out of the room. I guess this means my choice has been made for me, I guess this means no sex.

 

I heard the shower running only a few moments later and decided it was time for me to take my leave. I didn't want him to think I was mad at him or anything, so I grabbed the nearest piece of paper and pencil and wrote him a note.

 

Hey, I left when you were in the shower, figured I should've started heading home. See you at school Monday. XOXO -Fox

 

Really, I just wanted to get away from him for a bit so I could sort this whole relationship out. We'd made out three times now, and now Mel wanted more, I definitely needed some professional advice on this. Once I was out of Mel's house and headed down the road, I pulled out my phone and hit the one for speed dial. I knew I could always dump my problems on Miles when I needed to.

 

-0-0-0-

 

“I think he wanted sex,” I cringed at my own words.

 

Miles had listened carefully as always, didn't interrupt me or question anything. One thing I liked about him was that he was hardly ever surprised, no matter what you told him he could just shrug it off. After telling him the whole story of Mel and what happened, this is where I was at, and it was his turn to talk.

 

“Well, I'd assume that. Or he could have just wanted to give you a hand job or even a blowjob, Terry does that kind of stuff to me sometimes and we don't always…”

 

“All right, I get it,” I cut him off before he got to the gross part. “But I don't even really like him, I don't think. If I let him do that stuff to me, wouldn't I be leading him on?” I picked at my toenail. We were sitting on the couch, the TV was on but we weren't paying attention to it. Miles was slouching with his knees pushing against the coffee table, and I was crunched up on the opposite side of the couch, hugging my knees with one arm.

 

“Yeah,” He shrugged. “But you've already been leading him on, why the hell did you make out with him if you don't like him? He's gonna be pissed when he finds out you're not into it,” Miles informed.

 

“I know, but I kind of wish I was into it, I don't know, I've never been sexually in to anything. Is there something wrong with me that makes it so I can't get all horny or whatever like you?” I scoffed.

 

“Maybe you have some sort of weird STD,” He suggested. I glared, how the hell would I have and STD if I've never had sex before? Well, I suppose it's possible. “Or maybe you're just really picky,” I liked this idea better, I'd rather have a perfection complex than Public Lice.

 

“So do you think I should try it with Mel, or what?” I asked.

 

“I wouldn't, you should probably break up with him before he takes it to far and forms an angry mob to destroy all your future love interests when he finds out you don't want him,” Miles grinned. “And he might have Aids, and if you get Aids you're sleeping on the floor from then on,” He laughed, pushing himself up so he was sitting up right.

 

“Aids is transferred through sex… and blood, not spooning,” I stuck out my tongue.

 

“Whatever,” He rolled his eyes. “So now that you're gay and all that, do you think I'm sexy?” He stretched and shot me a weird smile, I think he was trying to look seductive or something, I threw a pillow at him.

 

“What part of picky do you not understand?” I barked. “Besides, I knew you were ugly before I was gay,” I stuck out my tongue. He gave me an insulted look and before I could do anything else he'd tackled me and started tickling me. Curse my own self for being so damn ticklish.

 

 

I ended up sleeping over at Miles that night, in his bed as usual. Luckily, Miles wasn't clingy at all, and instead of waking up in a headlock, I woke up cold with no blankets. I looked over to see that Miles was hoarding both the sheet and the blanket, hugging the edge of the bed on his side. He looked so close to falling off I just couldn't help myself, I leaned over, and pushed his shoulder. His weight shifted and he gradually began sliding off the bed. I heard him hit the ground with a thud after watching him roll off, and then quickly put my head back on the pillow and shut my eyes.

 

“Fuck you, floor,” I heard him grumble and I couldn't help but giggle, unfortunately it was audible. I opened one eye to peak, only to see him looking at me with a suspicious glare. “Okay, gay boy, now you're going to get it,” He got up and stretched the blanket out, holding the corners so it somewhat resembled wings. He practically flew over the bed, grabbing my shoulders and taking me down with him when he hit the floor. I bonked my head on the wall but I didn't care, I was laughing to hard. Miles was laying on his back with his legs pointed upward and his butt under the bed, with a look on his face that seemed to wonder how he'd ended up that way.

 

“You stole all the warmth last night, I deserve the right to push you off the bed,” I claimed. He just glared at me, eyes following my face as I stood up.

 

“Well how was I supposed to know, I don't remember stealing the blanket. I bet you framed me,” He scoffed. I rolled my eyes and held out my hand to help him up. He sneered at it for a moment but accepted it, he's such a baby but I love him.

 

“I want food,” He stated once on his feet, and with that he skipped happily out of the room, and I followed after rolling my eyes once more.

 

It was Sunday, which meant tomorrow was a school day, and that meant seeing Mel. Regardless of whether we were officially dating or not, I knew I had to end whatever was happening between us before things went to far. I don't know how he'll take it but I'm sure the longer I let it go the worse it will get.

 

-0-0-0-

 

I didn't say anything when I first sat down in English, I'd been avoiding him all day, trying to work it out, but now that he was sitting right next to me there was no way of avoiding it.

 

“Hi,” I heard his timid voice from beside me and turned my head, as soon as our eyes met he looked down. He must have seen the doubting expression that I knew I was wearing, I couldn't help it, breaking up with someone is harder than I would have imagined.

 

“Hey, Mellow, how're you?” I smiled as best I could.

 

“Uh, mellow, I guess,” He tapped his fingers nervously. He didn't sound mellow. “Listen…” He croaked, pausing as he swallowed, clenching his fists, seeming to be looking at anything but me. “ I'm really sorry about Saturday, I just…”

 

“It's okay, Mel…” I cut him off. “Really, it's fine,” I don't know why it was fine, but I knew that none of this was his fault, my problem was that I was nowhere near ready to admit that.

 

“I just wanted to know if it was real,” Mel sighed. “I mean, I guess it wasn't the best method, but it's just what came to mind at the time… I don't know, I really like you,” His voice softened, I think he was afraid that other people were listening in. I already hate this conversation, because it hurts me to know I'm about to hurt him, but I think he's already somewhat hurt.

 

“Is it real?” He finally asked. I stared at him, searching my brain for an answer, hoping I could find it in his eyes. I wanted to like him, return the feeling, I would love to actually like someone for once, but I just can't.

 

“All right, the talking needs to stop, last period went crazy so I am not in a good mood,” Mr. Camero began speaking, and Mel's attention turned to him. All I could think was that I was saved, for the rest of the period that is. I didn't pay attention during that class, all I did was think up a million different ways to let him down easy, unfortunately I decided every single one of them had at least tasted a lie. Not to mention they were all extremely cheesy. Maybe I can fake my own death…

 

 

I went to lunch empty handed and stepped into the line as soon as I got there. I still wasn't ready to talk to him, and wanted to give myself as much time as possible before I had to do it. My eyes scanned the cafeteria until I spotted him, Miles was sitting across from him with a concerned look on his face. I couldn't read his lips, but if he was saying what I think he was saying, I was going to kill him.

 

Once I had my lunch in my hand on a very interesting blue tray, I headed back toward the table. The tray was pretty, so I noticed while to avoid eye contact with Mel. I was just staring down at it, the color almost reminded me of his eyes, why couldn't the rest of him be as attractive as his eyes?

 

“Uhh, Fox?” I looked up into familiar eyes, they were brown, which was okay, as long as they're not blue… still kind of pretty though. “Watch where you're going, what's wrong with you?” Mr. Curtis looked down at me.

 

“I'm… going to my table,” I swallowed and moved around him. I think I heard him mumble a `whatever' once I'd passed him. I glanced back a moment, he was facing the other way, talking to some girl. I made note that he wasn't wearing a pink shirt today.

 

I sat down across from Mel and beside Miles, Mel was staring at his food, stirring around the mixed vegetables. I watched him for at least a minute, he'd fork a pea every once in a while and put it in his mouth, but he never looked up.

 

“Hey, um, Mel?” I began. He still didn't look up, damn it, this would be a lot easier if I knew he was listening. “I um… listen Mel, I…”

 

“You're not interested,” He said bluntly. “You're breaking up with me, Miles told me,” He crossed his arms and sat back in his chair, fork still in his hand. I could tell by the expression on his face that he was holding back some kind of negative emotion, which was a bad thing. I nodded slowly and he bit his lip and looked down, he looked so cute and upset, I hated doing this. I shot Miles an evil glare and he just shrugged.

 

“It's not his fault, I understand, I'm not exactly the average dream boy. I'll get out of your life,” He picked up his tray and stood up, I grabbed his arm before he could leave.

 

“I still want to be friends,” I said. He stared down at my hand that held his wrist, he was biting his lip again, I think he was going to cry. I felt so horrible, but what else was I supposed to do? He nodded back and forth and stepped back, pulling out of my grasp. I watched him throw the entire reusable lunch tray into the garbage can and then stomp off to a table all by himself. I couldn't help but think I'd made a mistake.

 

“It's for the best, Fox,” Miles put a hand on my shoulder. “He'll get over it,” He wore a comforting smile. But when I looked back at Mel, all by himself with his arms crossed on the table and his head down, I was all but comforted.

 

-0-0-0-

 

It was the end of the day, 2:30, I was at my locker, packing up my things and thinking over what had happened. After lunch Mel and I hadn't spoken at all, not even in History, he went back to being the same quiet nerd I'd always known him as. We'd only been friends for four days, but somehow it seemed like so much longer than that, I already kind of miss him.

 

“So, Terry told me something interesting last period,” Dwayne was leaning against the locker next to me. He didn't look happy either, and judging by his statement I could think of two reasons as to why. One, Miles had told Terry about my sexuality, and Terry had told Dwayne. Or, Two… okay, there really isn't a second one, but I really wish there was. Did I ever mention that Dwayne is, and always has been one hundred percent homophobic? Did I ever mention that I hate Miles?

 

“Oh did she?” I said, trying to look as innocent as possible. Terry was somewhat of a homophobe too, not as much as Dwayne, but they both were always arguing with Miles about gay rights. I felt comfortable telling Miles because he was in fact a strong supporter of gay marriage and all that, but whatever gave him the nerve to tell Terry was about to get him a good ass kicking. I mean, really, I realize that you're not supposed to keep secrets from your special someone, but this is a pretty damn big secret.

 

“Yeah, um, she told me you were a fag. I didn't believe her until she asked me to name every girlfriend you've ever had, and I realized there weren't any,” He had this threatening look in his eyes. Oh goody, my good friend, regardless of whether I'd ever really trusted him or not, is going to beat me up. This is turning out to be one hell of a day.

 

“If you say so,” I said coolly, swinging my bag over my shoulder. I shut my locker and then turned away from him, heading toward the door. For a moment I thought I'd gotten away, but I felt him pull me back.

 

“I know she wasn't lying,” He growled. “At, least, now I do,” There was a short pause before I felt his face closer. “Consider us enemies,” He was speaking to the back of my head, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was too much of a pussy to say all this to my face.

 

“All right, so much for bffs, can I go now?” I turned to him. His eyes narrowed, I think I'd taken my false apathy a little to far, he looked like he wanted to destroy me.

 

“You act as if it's my fault!” He scoffed.

 

“It's not?” I asked. “What do you want me to do, beg you to stay friends with me? Honestly, Dwayne, I expected this from you when you found out, why do you think I never told you? Remember when you tried to convince me that I don't show any value toward your friendship?” I asked. He looked somewhat moved, but not in a good way, and despite the fact that I was really only digging myself into a deeper hole, I felt a need to continue. “This is why. This is why I could never trust you, so bye, I don't want to hear whatever you have to say about it. I really don't. And if you're going to kick my ass or trash some imaginary reputation of mine then go ahead. I'm having a shitty day and I don't give a rat's ass, so Dwayne, have fun,” With that, I walked away.

 

“Fox!” He yelled, but I was out the door before he could say anymore. Though, I can't help but wonder what he was going to say. Dwayne truly was not a loss to me, not at all. I know I'm going to regret all this in a day or two when the majority of the school has gotten word of my gayness, but right now, I need to go home and die for a little while.

-0-0-0-

 

“I hate this school,” Miles slurped up the milk that was in the bottom of his carton.

 

It was Wednesday now, and people are now to the point of literally and openly asking me if I am really gay. What do I say? I say yes, and the only reason why is because the first time it happened, Miles was standing right there and he answered for me. And it just so happens that the guy who'd asked gave me a pat on the shoulder and told me he was cool with it. The feeling was good, so afterward I continued to agree with the rumor, unfortunately most of the other reactions weren't as great. Miles hung around me a lot, practically protecting me from the bigots. He as well got accused of being a faggot because of it, but he simply denied it and shoed the accusers away. Miles is so damn cool. Oh, and I got my ass kicked in the bathroom by two jocks, happy fucking thanksgiving. Thanksgiving isn't until next week, but whatever.

 

So here we are, just me and Miles, sitting at a lunch table, five minutes before the bell is going to ring. I really do love the guy, I mean, sexually I don't really find him appealing, but he's the best friend I could ask for. He never had that great of a reputation in the first place, but needless to say it was better than mine, and better than most people's, and he'd thrown it away for me. God I love him.

 

“I couldn't agree more,” I smirked and winked at some fat guy that gave me a disgusted look as he walked by. “This might sound corny but I appreciate that fact that you haven't ditched me for the millions of other friends you could have right now,” I said.

 

“Yeah,” He grinned. “I'm starting to regret that but it's too late now, so I guess I'm stuck with you,” He shoved a pizza crust into his mouth.

 

“Oh, and here I thought you valued my friendship so very much that you're happily giving up everything for me,” I kicked him lightly underneath the table and shot him a playful smile.

 

“Oh, come on, you know I love you,” He kicked me back, anyone who may have seen would probably accuse us of playing footsy.

 

“Yeah, I love you too,” I sighed and leaned back. It wasn't one of those sincere, look him directly in the eyes and say it like you mean it I love you's, just a casual friend to friend kind of thing, but not so pointless that we were unaware that the other had meant it. I'm sure he knew I meant it.

 

“Terry apologizes a thousand times over again, by the way, and she said she's going to drown Dwayne in the toilet,” He said. The day before he'd explained that it had never been his intention to tell Terry about it. Apparently she'd just asked and then coaxed a confession out of him. And after that insisted that Dwayne would be okay with it even after Miles asked her not to tell him. I think she's completely deranged, anyone who knows Dwayne, knows he is simply not okay with my kind.

 

“If you're wondering why he's absent today then I proudly admit to locking him outside in the cold last night after Terry kicked him out too. I do believe he got what he deserves,” Miles grinned. “I suppose this whole thing could be worse, though, there are more homophobic schools out there than ours, and at least half the females in this school are fag hags, so I'm sure the drama won't last too long,” He shrugged. I couldn't help but think that behind his confidence he was nervous about being left with only me as his friend, it kind of hurt, but I guess I can't blame him.

 

“So I guess that means if all else fails, I can hang out with a bunch of screechy fangirls,” I joked. At that moment, I just happened to turn my head, my green eyes met blue for a split second before he looked down. I'd forgotten all about Mellow Yellow, I wonder what he thinks about the fact that everyone knows about me.

 

“Hey, Fox,” I heard a female voice and turned my head. It was Judy Slate and she was smiling almost suspiciously. Judy Slate is the rich chick that's holding the party on Friday, the one I've greatly considered skipping. “I just wanted to say that even though you're not the most popular kid in school right now, I really hope you come to my party. I think it's really cool that you're coming out like this, and I'd love to have you there,” She stated. I was actually surprised, Judy had always been smart and mature, and extremely moral, I could've sworn she was a religious nut.

 

“Oh, well thanks Judy, I'll keep that in mind,” I smiled back. She nodded acceptingly and walked away, hands folded against the fabric of an extremely ugly skirt. Okay, I'm judging female clothing now? Not good for the ego.

 

-0-Friday night—The Party-0-

 

Normally I like parties. Normally I like to get into it and dance with whatever girl asks me to, normally parties are the one place I feel completely wild, completely unbridled, completely crazy. But I just walked in, and I'm getting these evil looks, everyone has `why are you here' written all over their faces. It has to be the most uncomfortable thing I've ever been through, and not much can make me uncomfortable, really.

 

“Foxy Stoxy Loxy…!” Oh goody, Miles is drunk and he's rushing over to me like a bouncy ball on steroids. “…Poxy Woxy Shoxy Smoxy Doxy… You're laaaaaate,” He sung poking me in the side of the head. May I say that I really wanted to hit him in the head with the bottle he was holding. He'd thank me later after all. Then again, it seems the attention has turned from me, and so far no one has really bothered me with more than a disgusted glare.

 

“Oh my god!” I heard a loud feminine screech. There was a chubby short girl with glasses standing behind me. What was here name? Bethany, Tiffany, Melanie… “Remember me! I'm Stephanie, remember when you danced with me last year?” She was bouncing up and down like a two year old that had eaten way too many sugar cookies. “Well, I know you're gay and stuff but I was wondering if you would dance with me again? I would love you forever!” Her hands were in little chubby fists and she looked as though she were about to explode as she waited for an answer. I really didn't want her to love me forever, but I was afraid that there was no avoiding that whether I said yes or not. So to avoid shattering her hopes and obsessive fangirl tears, I nodded. She grabbed my hand immediately and we were on the dance floor, I was freaked out.

 

After Stephanie, one other girl as well as one Junior boy had asked me to dance, I'd accepted both but cut it short with both as well. I didn't even consider the boy a possibility, even though he seemed to have a thing for me, he was freakishly tall and that was something I could never live with. This party was turning out to be a real drag.

 

Standing at the punch bowl I scanned the crowd for Miles, only to let him know that I wanted to go home. I didn't find Miles, but my eyes came across a different familiar face. Sitting in the corner looking extremely shy and out of place was Mellow Yellow. Well what do you know? He actually came.

 

I made my way over to him slowly, inconspicuously, I didn't want him to notice me coming until I was close enough to speak to him. And sure enough, when I was standing right next to the chair he sat in, he was looking the other way, attention focused on something else.

 

“Hey,” I said shortly. He's head snapped back and he jumped in surprise, I think I'd almost knocked him out of his seat.

 

“Um, hi, w-what do you want?” He sounded harsh. I really think he needs to be slapped, he's truly socially impaired.

 

“What do I want?” I questioned. “Well I sort of want to talk something over with my friend, but if he's just going to continue being a little prick about everything then I guess I won't…” With that I turned away, hoping he'd call me back. And sure enough, he did.

 

“W-wait, Fox,” It was barely audible. If I hadn't been listening for it I don't think I would have heard it at all. He sighed when I turned back to him, he swallowed, I think he was shaking. “Look, I'm sorry about Saturday, really, none of this was your fault. I didn't mean to do that, I guess… I guess I just wanted to know if it was real. Kind of a dumb way to find out but I… I just really, really liked you,” He was tripping over his words and I felt bad. It wasn't all his fault, I'd lead him on in a lot of ways, if only he wasn't such a good kisser.

 

“You want to dance?” I asked suddenly. It was random, completely out of the blue and I'm not even sure where I got the nerve to ask him that, but what's done is done. He just gave me an incredulous look. “Come on Mel, it's a party, this is what parties are for, dance with me,” I smiled and held out a hand. He blushed and looked down, putting his own hand in mine and letting me pull him up off the chair. I heard Miles cheering from a distance and ignored him, seeing Mel blush at least three shades deeper.

 

I put my hands on his waist and he put his on my shoulders, we both just followed the beat of the dancers around us. The song was overly romantic for what was going on between us, but I think it was as good as any slow song for the situation.

 

Your voice was the sound track of my summer

Do you know you're unlike any other?

You'll always be my thunder

 

He leaned his head against my chest and I heard him sigh, I don't know if I was letting him get too close, or what, but somehow it just felt right. I wrapped my arms around him fully and leaned my head on his.

 

Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors

I don't wanna ever love another

You'll always be my thunder

So bring on the rain

And bring on the thunder

 

“Fox,” I heard a small muffled voice, followed by his cheek pressing harder against my chest. “ I think I'm in love with you,” He sighed. I froze, my mind froze, my whole body froze and I stopped dancing. Please tell me he didn't just say what I think he said.

 

“What?” He looked up at me, releasing me from his arms. I gave him a look of pity and he looked down again, I think I'd just assured him in the worst way possible that I didn't return the feeling.

 

“I know it sounds dumb, but I thought you should know,” He shrugged. I just continued to stare at him, still frozen in place. Of all the things in the world I regret doing, I think what I did next is number one. For some reason at the time I felt like it was the right thing to do, and I leaned down, and I kissed him. As expected, he kissed me back. I saw a glimmer of what looked like joy in his eyes before my own fell shut. It felt good to kiss him, he has such soft, wonderful lips, and the way he worked them against mine was probably the best thing I'd ever felt. But at the same time it felt so wrong, so wrong because I didn't love him, or like him, and I was leading him on again. I was about to pull away, but pushed me off before I got the chance.

 

“Shit,” He put a hand on his forehead and he was backing away, couples moved out of the way as he stepped backward across the dance floor.

 

“Mel,” I took a single step forward.

 

“I have to go,” He turned and he ran, before I even had a chance to follow he was out of site, and I was lost in a crowd of annoyed dancing people that were giving me the evil eye. I felt horrible, beyond horrible, but I figured it was best I let him go, we could talk on Monday and sort things out. Having a sudden urge to drink away all of the shit that has been happening to me, I picked up a bottle of beer and popped the cap off.

 

A/n- Ehehe, bit of a cliffhanger :3. Next chapter starts things off with the main plot, you see a lot of Tom (who happens to be my favorite character so this is happiness for me) and most everything starts falling into place. Still got along way to go though! Reviews are love :D.