I'd always said it was my favorite combination; brown hair and hazel eyes, and I'd never had a better chance to stare at it than right now. Even though his eyes were closed, deep in slumber, I still imagined what they looked like; a light blue, almost gray, with a hint of green. I'd looked into them so many times. I couldn't help myself.
I wanted to roll over and let sleep fall upon myself as well, but I couldn't. He was too beautiful, and an opportunity like this might not ever come again.
It was dark out, in the Vermont wilderness. The stars were as bright and as numerous as I remembered them from my childhood. The moon had just begun a new cycle, and was barely larger than a sliver. I was taking a road trip with one of my good friends, Lucas. We met a couple of years ago when my mother and I moved to Virginia where she grew up, from, you guessed it, Vermont. He's significantly older than me. I'm 16 and he's 20.
Illegal? In Virginia, yes. In Vermont, not at all.
But while we're at it, let's get something straight. He and I are in no way together. I wish we were, but that's just not the case. He's never shown an interest in me or anyone else for that matter. He seemed almost asexual, in a way. Not interested in anyone from either sex. But if anything were to ever happen, this would be a great place... The age of consent in Vermont is 16, instead of 18 like in Virginia (and most other states, for that matter).
So like I was saying, we were taking a road trip to visit my old friends who I really missed. Something messed up with the city's sewer system and school was called off for a couple of weeks in September, so I asked Lucas to take me up. I really missed the foliage. After a week of seeing my old friends, I decided I wanted to go camping. I hadn't gone since sixth or seventh grade; I'm now a junior. He'd never been before, but I convinced him to go anyway.
And that brings me to where I am now, all alone in the forest laying next to my sleeping beauty in a single sleeping bag. We hadn't exactly planned on going camping, so he suggested we shouldn't splurge on a second one. Needless to say, I had no objections. When we decided on a spot, it was still fairly light out. We set up the tent and laid out the sleeping bag and pillows, then went to dinner. By the time we got back we were not only bloated, but tired.
We started a fire and just laid there next to each other, talking about random things. When the fire had mostly died down, Lucas bid me goodnight and entered the tent. I just laid still waiting for the fire to go completely out. By the time it had, Lucas was already fast asleep. I was nervous to sleep so close to him, but the thought comforted me at the same time.
I crawled in next to him, my torso facing his, trying not to make contact with him, which proved futile. It was too uncomfortable trying to keep myself away from him so I get just gave into my guilty pleasure. Being right there next to him was such a contrast in comfort. It felt nice. Now I wasn't about to make a move or anything, but he rolled onto his back and created the perfect scenario for me to make myself comfortable. I turned onto my stomach and put my head right up next to his, with my arm resting on his chest. I immediately fell asleep.