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Three simple Words Chapter 2- "The Next Day"
Thursday night came and ended as usual. I got home, greeted my mom, and went into my room. After spending five hours in my room doing nothing on the computer, my mom called everyone out for dinner. Dinner was great, always will be; Mom's cooking are the best. We laughed, ate, and then watched some T.V. During one of the commercials, I asked my parents if I could stay with a friend over the weekend. Of course, they said yes, and that it's great seeing me make more friends. So at 10, I decided to turn in. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. After putting on cloths, I packed for the weekend, then headed off to bed. Of course, being a horny teenager, I give my cock it's nightly hand attention. After pumping out the white goo, I get tissues to wipe it off my chest and stomach, and slowly drift into dreamland.
Friday morning answered me with bright lights hitting my eyes. As usual, my mood wasn't the greatest. I got out of bed, quickly gulped down my breakfast, and headed off to school. At least I managed dodging the attention whores today arriving "late" to school (Haha! Take that Brandy!). First period to fourth was the same old same old. The teachers didn't teach anything nor assign any homework since it's Friday. At least my school's smart about when to start school. In any case, I looked forward to fifth period. I mean come on, my soon-to-be sexy beast is in that class!
I arrive on time and plot my butt on Mr. Fledging's chair. A few moments later, Chris pops in, and sits down to the chair closer to mine this time. For some reason, he looks more bubbly and happier today. I wonder why...
"Chris, you're in the wrong seat," I say to him.
He looks at me and puts on a huge smile and replies, "Oh, sorry Dylan." He moves back a seat. The rest of the class goes by without trouble. Mr. Fledging announces something that I can care less (I'm not part of the class, remember?) and then gives the class free time. I pull out my sketchbook. I decide to do a sketch of my beautiful boy (well, soon to be if everything works out today), but fate hinders me otherwise.
Chris stands up and walks over to my desk. "Whatcha doing?" he asks in a curious and playful voice, but still ever so softly. God he's irresistible.
"Nothing much," I reply, "Just about to start drawing something until the end of class."
Chris looks down and thinks deeply for a moment. "He's probably trying to think of a way to ask if he can see my drawing without drawing attention," I think to myself.
Sure enough, he finally replies, "Can I see them?...If you don't mind that is..." he adds the second part quickly.
"Sure Chris."
He looks up. "Thanks," he mumbles out.
He circles the table and I hand him my sketchbook. Chris stands in the limelight awkwardly and opens the sketchbook. I rest my head on my left hand, which is on the table, and take this opportunity to look at his sexy body. I wonder what he looks like naked. Is he lean, or does he have some baby fat? Either way, he probably looks hot underneath all that clothing. Of course, I think about his boy parts. What does it look like? How big is it? "Does he have foreskin? But my thoughts have to end there. Can't pop a boner in front of Chris now can I? As if he isn't embarrassed enough by me.
Chris continues flipping through the pages, and I see his eyes grow bigger with each passing page.
"Wow Dylan...these are amazing..."
"What? No they're not."
Chris walks up to me and hands back my sketchbook. "No seriously, they're amazing...I wish I can draw like that..." he says shyly and then blushing.
"Huh? Drawing's easy Chris. All you need is a pencil, paper, and a ton of imagination."
"Oh..."
"Oh come Chris. Everyone has imagination. Here, I'll help you." I open my sketchbook to a blank page and pull out a pencil.
"...Where will I sit?" he asks.
My next move is bold. Really bold, crazy even. Nonetheless, I grin at him and pat both hands on my lap. "You can sit here."
Chris opens his mouth wide open again and blushes seven different shades. "Um... uh... are you um, sure Dylan?"
"Sure I'm sure." I turn my body 90 degrees to the right and open my arms for an embrace. Slowly, but hesitantly, Chris moves forward and sits down on my lap. That jolt of electricity shoots through my body again. "Stupid move Dylan!" my brain was shouting, but I don't care! I'm hugging an angel! With a lot of willpower, I managed to suppress my dick from rising into attention. I wrap my right arm around his waist and lean my head towards his left side.
"Ok Chris, what's on your mind right now?"
He thinks about it for a bit, then replies, "Um... I don't know... lunch?"
I snicker and he looks at me funny. "Sorry Chris, but that was a really random response."
He looks down. "Should I change it?" he whispers out.
"Of course not. If that's what you're thinking, then that's what you'll be drawing. Ok, what are you specifically thinking about lunch?
"Huh?" he gives a confused look.
I smile, and reword the question. "What's the first that comes to mind when I say lunch?"
He scrunches into a little ball and whispers out, "...you..."
I lean forward to hug him, "Aww!!! I'm flattered Chris, but why me?"
"Because...you made my lunchtime yesterday the best day of my life. And..." he begins again, "I kinda like you." He blushes and puts his head under his hands.
To say that I was shock doesn't even begin to describe my feelings. I was screaming in my head, "YES! HE ACKNOWLEDGES ME! NO, FUCK THAT! HE LIKES ME!!! ME!"
In the external world though, I pull him out of his ball form and tell him, "Wow! First you make me feel flattered. Now you're praising me. What's next Chris?"
Curious, I look down at his crotch area. Sure enough, I see a bulge. Chris notices his area too and immediately turns into a tomato and droops his head.
I look around to make sure that no one's looking this way and lean into his ear, "Hey...It's ok Chris, stuff like that happens." His head remains down, so I continue, "And by the way Chris, I like you too."
Chris jolts a little my words and gasps. He looks up to me with his mouth opened. I give him a friendly smile.
"Do you really mean that?"
"Of course I do, why wouldn't I?" I then whisper into his ear, "It also be more than a 'like' you." I snicker at my "subtle" phrase.
"What do you mean by that Dylan?" Such an innocent boy.
"I'll explain more about it over the weekend when I stay over k?"
"You were serious about that?" Chris asks again.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I give Chris a concerned look.
"Oh...it's just...I thought that..."
"Well, you thought wrong" I cut him off. "Right, now, back on topic. So, as much as..." and then the bell rings. I hear Mr. Fledging telling the kids to have a good weekend and that lessons officially start Tuesday.
I look over at and Chris, and he looks back at me. I start giggling, which gets Chris giggling too. "We'll pick this up some other time k?"
Chris stops his giggles, "Sure." He pulls a big smile again.
"Walk with me to lunch? I wanna introduce you to my friends?"
Chris, still unsure about this, asks, "Are you sure about this Dylan? I mean, I don't wanna be a hassle towards you guys."
"Nonsense. If anything, my friend Caleb's the hassle of our group. Now, let's get going. I need to talk to the counselor about adding study hall into my schedule." We pack up our stuff, shout goodbye to Mr. Fledging, and walk side by side to the counselors' offices.
In about one minute's time, we arrive at my counselor's, Mrs. Park, tiny office. Unfortunately, she's helping someone else at the moment, so Chris and I plop our butts on the chairs next to her office. I look over at Chris, and I catch him staring at me. I smile; he blushes and turns away in embarrassment. Gotta love this kid. Anyways, two minutes pass by in silence when Mrs. Park's door opens with a girl walking out.
"Oh god," I think in my mind, "it's one of those attention whores." I quickly turn my head and nudge Chris. He looks at me.
"So Chris," I start, "about this weekend, do you have anything planned?"
Chris looks at me with a questioning look. I subtly nudge my head in the girl's attention. I think Chris got the message.
"Oh. Umm, I don't think I have anything planned."
"Hmm, ok. How's about we start planning it now?" I keep my ears peered to hear what Mrs. Park was talking about. Something about keeping grades up or else you'll have to repeat the class. Then, I hear from her, "Ok Jenna? I hate to see you fail, so please try." She peers outside, "Ok, who's next?"
I "stop" my conversation with Chris and tell Mrs. Park, "We're next." I turn to Chris, "Come on Chris."
We both get up, and then Jenna starts to speak, "Hey it's my future boy..." and I shut the door behind me before she could say anything further. The three of us sit down with Mrs. Park at her computer desk and the two of us in front of her table.
"So what can I do for you boys?"
"I need to add study hall into my 7th period. Preferably in the same class as Chris here since he asked me to help him."
"Ah. I see Dylan. Well let me see what I can do. Chris, who's your study hall teacher?"
"Umm... Mrs. Cross in room 415."
"Ok, let me see... Ok here we go. Before I add you Dylan, I need to ask you why you want to add this class? Sorry, but it's school policy for students to have a 'valid' reason to add classes," she says while using air quotes around valid.
"Well, I could use the extra volunteer hours for college apps later in the future," I reply.
"Ok...need...extra...hours," she mumbles as she types it into the computer. "Ok, and we are good to go. Anything else before you go?"
"Actually, yes Mrs. Park," I said. "Can you also move Caleb Fields into the same class? He's going to come and ask the counselors anyways to change into the class I'm in, so might as well save you guys the time and trouble."
"Of course Dylan. It's nice to see you helping your friends when they need help."
I nod and look over at Chris. He just sat there, looking into space. He's been awfully quiet, but I guess that he's just waiting for this to end. Mrs. Park finishes typing on her computer and prints out the new schedules.
"Ok here we go. Here's your new schedule Dylan. You can start today or Tuesday, which ever you prefer. Just remember to show this schedule to Mrs. Cross when you enter." She hands me my schedule. Then, she grabs the next item and hands it to me. "And this is Caleb's new schedule. Just give this to him and tell him to do the exact same thing I told you. I also decided to move his classes around so that he won't be late. Tell him the schedule changes go into effect on Tuesday."
"Ok. Thanks Mrs. Park." I say.
"No problem Dylan, just doing my job. Anything else you need?"
"Nope, I think we're good to go. Have a great lunch." I reply,
"You guys too."
Chris and I get up from our seats and exit her office. I shut the door when Chris asks me, "What was asking about the weekend about?"
"Huh? Oh...sorry to put you on the spot Chris. You know that girl before us?" He nods, recalling the moments before entering Mrs. Park's office. "Ok, well she's part of this group that constantly fan girl over me. I'm sure you've heard of that group through rumors right?" Again, he nods. "Well, to tell you the truth. I find them annoying- especially the leader of that hunting pack, Brandy."
Chris just looks at me and asks, "Why do you not like them?"
"OHH..." I exasperate, "The lists goes on to infinity. I'll tell you about it over the weekend k? Now come on. I want some lunch."
"Ok, but you promise to tell me right?" Chris asks in his sweetest voice.
I hold out my pinky. Chris smiles and interlocks mine with his. "I promise" I whisper to him. "Now then, onwards! To lunch!" We head out the office and towards the cafeteria line.
After getting our lunch, (don't ask what we got...the school's food is so disgusting that it's better if I don't explain it) I led the way to my usual lunch table. Seniority has its perks.
"Hey Dylan! What took you so long?! And where were you yesterday!" Joey shouts over the cafeteria noise.
I sit down and motion Chris to sit next to me, "Oh? Who's the new guy?" Caleb asks. Chris blushes.
"He's your new buddy Caleb. Everyone, meet Chris. He's a sophomore and in my TA class." Everyone looks at Chris. He just blushes and looks down.
"He seems really shy." Bryan points out.
"No shit Bryan," I say. The group, minus Caleb and Bryan, start laughing. Bryan just gives me a look, but drops it.
Caleb, however, squats on his seat, and leans closer towards Chris. Kind of like a monkey who's interested in something. I could tell that Chris was getting uncomfortable. I give Caleb a shove, which caused him to fall backwards.
"Sheesh Caleb. As if poor Chris here isn't embarrassed enough." I said Caleb.
"Ouch," Caleb groans out, "I was just trying to get a better look at him. I mean, he's in my grade after all." He rubs his head.
"If you don't mind me asking, why did you bring him along Dylan?" Matt asks.
"Well...since the three of us are graduating this year, I thought that poor little Caleb's gonna get lonely without anyone to make fun of him. So, I decided to befriend Chris. And besides, Chris is smart. He might be able to save Caleb's ass next year when I'm not around." Caleb gives me a dirty look. So I continue, "And Chris here has already started carrying on my tradition. Here Caleb." I hand him his new schedule. "Here's your new schedule. The counselor moved your classes around so that you don't have to run from one side of the school to the other."
Caleb studies his schedule, then looks up. "Thanks Dylan..." he mumbles.
"What? You should be thanking Chris. He gave me the idea of tutoring you in study hall."
"Oh..." Caleb quietly says.
"Go on," Bryan nudges Caleb forward. "Say thanks the man." We all try to stifle our giggles.
Caleb awkward meets Chris's eyes and mumbles out, "Thanks...I guess..."
Chris withdraws a little and blushes. "Oh um... sure, no problem." There was this awkward tension between the two.
"Damn Chris, you are really shy aren't you?" Joey asks to break the silence. Chris just nods.
"Don't worry you guys." I announce, "I'll get through to him in a few days."
"I hope your right Dylan" Matt says.
"Oh quit being such a downer Matt. You know that Dylan's the best at breaking down walls," Bryan said. "You of all people should know what he's capable of doing."
"Yeah, I guess your right...after thinking about it some, it's sort of creepy how Dylan does it without you noticing." Matt says, deep in thought.
"Oh my god guys, stop! You're going to make Chris think that I'm some sort of monster or something." The gang laughs at my comment.
"Well it's true. I, of all people, should know," Bryan states. "Before I knew it, Dylan here was part of my life."
"Yeah, and I remember how he crept into my life," Joey adds.
"Jeeze. Some friends you are, I help you guys make some friends, and this is the thanks I get" I remark. The whole group starts laughing, even Chris started to giggle.
"Oh? He's laughing," Caleb points out.
"Yes Caleb. He's laughing. You know, something a human would do, which you clearly aren't," I said to Caleb.
"Fuck you Dylan," he replies. The rest of us crack up again.
Then, Chris surprises me and says, "He's not human? No wonder he smells like a monkey."
The remark gets the entire table to vibrate with laughter. Caleb just looks at Chris speechless. He tries to say something, but nothing comes out.
Joey manages to stop laughing for a second and replies, "5 minutes into our group, and he already knows what to do with Caleb. I think he'll fit in just fine."
Matt adds on, "Yeah, looks like we got a new man in our Poking-Fun-at-Caleb team."
Caleb finally shuts his open mouth. Then he speaks out his logo, "Fuck you guys," but starts laughing with us. I look over at Chris, and he too is laughing with the rest of us.
After 5 minutes of laughter, we finally calm down. Bryan speaks first to the group, "And the first wall has been broken down." I give him the finger, but I can't disagree with him. I did break down Chris's loneliness.
"So, what do you guys have planned over the weekend?" Joey asks.
Matt replies, "I'm stuck doing work for my AP classes."
"Not even a week into school and you're already swamped with work I see," Bryan replies. "Anyways, I have cross country and track practice tomorrow. But I'm probably not going to do cross country this year though and focus more on track."
"Bummer to hear that Bryan. You better win championships then," Joey replies, "Well, I have swim practice. Coach is making sure we're in top shape before the first game of water polo. What about you Caleb."
"I have to visit my grandparents with my parents up north in Apple Valley." Caleb replies sadly.
"Sucks, aren't they social-media dead?" I ask.
"Yeah...at least it's only for the weekend and not the whole freaking summer. What about you Dylan? Do you have any plans?"
"As a matter of fact, I do. Chris asked me yesterday to teach him my gift." Every member of the gang's eyes opened with surprise.
Matt is the first to speak. He sets down his sandwich and begins, "Are you sure about this Chris? Not to offend you or anything, but I don't think your cut out for it."
"I don't understand," Chris asks in a soft voice..
Bryan replaces Matt, "What Matt is trying to say is. Dylan's gift is amazing, yes. But he's tried teaching all of us how to read minds. Each and every one of us failed."
"Guys! Stop discouraging him! Sheesh..." I start complaining to get them off Chris's back. "And how many times do I have to say it Bryan, it's not mind reading. You just have to notice the tiny details in people's movements and speech."
"Yeah, only it's impossible to anyone to find those subtle movements," Caleb states disappointed.
I let out a sigh, "Look. Chris asked me, and I decided to give him a chance. Who knows, he just might get the concept. If not, oh well. No harm, no foul."
"If you say so Dylan..." Bryan says.
"And in any case," I begin, but before I could continue, I spot at the doorway my fan group turning the corner. "Shit! Attention whores, 2 o'clock," I say. I grab my backpack and lunch tray and duck under the tables.
"It's ok Dylan, we've got your back," Joey says. Not surprisingly, the group stomp towards our table.
"Thanks." I look over at Chris, who gives me his confused look. "Just follow the guys' lead, and whatever you do, don't look down at me ok?" Chris, unsure of what to do, just nods his head. I whisper to him, "Don't worry, I'll explain everything over the weekend. Now just hush up and don't speak unless you have too." I smile and scrunch under the table, using the other guys' backpacks to block the noticeable holes between the legs.
Brandy, leading the way, stops the group in front of the table. "Where's Dylan?" she asks no one in particular.
"Beats me," Bryan shrugs off. "He wasn't here yesterday also."
Brandy puts her hand on the table, "Well, aren't you like his friend or something?"
I hear Matt's voice, "Friends? Yes. Babysitter, no."
"Have you tried the offices? He might be doing something with his schedule," Joey states flatly and coldly.
"That's impossible. I saw him at the counselor's office earlier at lunch today," that voice sounds familiar.
"Fuck," I scream in my head. It's Jenna, the girl from before. I peek out of a little opening. I see Jenna looking around.
She stops at Chris's seat and points, "YOU! You were there with him. Tell me, where's Dylan?"
"FUCKITY FUCK FUCK!" I scream in my brain. I peer towards Chris's direction.
"Um...uh..." Chris was speechless.
"Well?" Brandy crosses her arms and taps her foot.
Caleb's voice comes up next, "I don't know what you're talking about. This is my friend Chris. He's in some of my classes, and I asked him for some help. You know, since I'm not that great in school and all. "
"No, I'm sure that I saw him at the office," Jenna refuses to give up.
"Well I don't know who you saw, but Chris's been with us this entire time."
Jenna stares at Chris for a while, causing tension between the groups. Finally, Bryan speaks out, "Don't you have a someone to chase down right now?" All the girls shift their eyes towards Bryan. "I mean, you guys are wasting time here interrogating a guy who you think was with Dylan. By the time you finish questioning him, lunch will probably be over, not that asking him anything will help you. Like Caleb said, he's been with us this entire time."
"Girls, huddle," Brandy says. And the girls do. I try to hear what they're saying, but the whispers were too soft. Finally, the girls break the circle. Brandy announces to the audience, "We'll be leaving now. If you see or hear anything, you'll be sure to tell us right?"
"Of course we will." Matt says, "Now go, you're wasting precious time." The girls realize this and scramble out the lunch dining area to fine me.
I stay under the table for two more minutes in case one of them comes back for some reason. After the two minutes, I crawl out of from under the table. "Nice one guys."
"We try," Joey says. We all let out a sigh and then, silence.
Chris tugs on my arm, and I look at him. It looked like he wanted to say something. "What's up Chris?" I ask sincere tone.
"Um, why do you hate the group of girls anyways?"
I look over to the table and see everyone slump their shoulders down. I look back at Chris, but he already noticed the gang look down. "If it's too personal, I understand... I'm just curious is all...sorry."
"No Chris, it's not your fault... It's just that Dylan and I have a really bad history with Brandy" Bryan says.
I protest, "No Bryan! It wasn't our fault. We were young and naive back then...Look Chris," I turn my face to him again, "Remember when I said I promise I'll explain everything to you?" He nods. "I meant it. Just wait until we get to your house ok?"
"Ok...but I want another pinky promises." He holds out his pinky for the third time.
"Oh shit! Shit just got real guys!" Caleb hollers out. I give him a dirty look and interlock my pinky with Chris's.
"This makes the third promise we've had over the pass two days."
We look at each other and giggle. The rest of lunch came and went without any unwanted attention. Soon, the bell rings, and we each head off to our classes. I tell Chris to wait for me outside after 6th period so we can walk together to study hall. 6th period was still boring as ever. Same old routine as my other classes. Soon, the 50 minutes were up, and the bell rings again. I grab my backpack and head out the door. I look around and see Chris emerging from his class. I wave at him and he walks up to me. After a quick greeting, we walk towards our study hall class.
Once we arrived, I see Caleb sitting in the back corner round table. I motion Chris to sit with him. I walk up to Mrs. Cross and give her my schedule. She gives the usual welcoming status, and I tell her I'll be in the back corner helping a lost cause. She laughs and tells me good luck.
Since it's only the second day of school, no one has any real work, so we just end up goofing off for the next 50 minutes. Caleb, Chris, and I talked about random stuff. From the weekend, to what the year's going to be like, to how fucked Caleb's going to be, etc. Before we knew it, 2:50 strikes and the bell rings. We all grab our stuff and head out the door. Chris and I say good bye to Caleb and head towards the parking lot.
"How did you get to school Chris?" I ask as we walked down the short hallway.
"I usually ride my bike, but I walked here today since you're driving to my house, since you didn't know where I lived. I hope that doesn't bother you..."
"Its fine Chris." I smile at him. "It's smart of you to think like that. Otherwise, I would've had to squeeze your bike in my car. Well, here it is, my crappy-looking car." I unlock the doors and the two of us hop in. "Ok, which way is it to your house?" I ask Chris while pulling out.
After about 7 minutes, give or take, we end up in front of a fairly large house. "Wow Chris, do you live in that big house?" He just blushes and nods. "Hey...there's nothing to be embarrassed about living in a big house. You need to build some confidence."
Again, he just blushes and nods. I sigh and shake my head. I park my car in the drive way and turn off the engine. "Anyways, lead the way. I don't the how your house works.," I tell Chris as I unbuckle the seatbelt and open the door.
We hop off the car, and I follow Chris into the "mansion." Chris pulls out his keys and unlocks the door. We step in and take off our shoes in silence. "Man, he wasn't kidding about being alone at home. He doesn't even shout hi or I'm home or something when he enters." I think to myself. Poor guy...
I continue following Chris down the hallway into the kitchen. There, I see a woman dressed in a business suit sitting by the countertop with a cup of coffee. She has straight, brown hair that stops at her shoulders. She stand at about 5'8," and looks roughly the age of 40.
She stands up to greet us. "Ah, welcome home Chris. And welcome to my house..."
"Dylan." I finish for her, "Dylan Wolfe."
"Ah yes, Mr. Wolfe. Please excuse me. I've been really busy these pass few days. Anyways, why don't you and I have a little chat. I'd love you get to know you better." She looks at Chris, "Why don't you go to your room and finish your homework Chris. You wouldn't want to ruin your friend's weekend stay with homework now do you?"
"Stuffy old woman" I think to myself and start formulating possible questions that she's going to ask me.
Chris looks at me, and I smile back for him. He got the message and "went upstairs to his room."
"So Mr. Wolfe. Please, sit down and tell me about yourself." she motions her hands towards the seat across from her. I take my seat and rest my hands on the countertop.
"So Mr. Wolfe. From I can understand from the phone call yesterday, you seemed to propose an offer regarding staying over the weekend here with Chris."
Time to pull my acting mask on. "Yes, that is correct Mrs. Tanner."
"Yes...as I've said before, I like to know people first before making a decision. So please, tell me about yourself."
"Oh, I know what you want old hag. I'm not about to slip into your little trap. You're trying to find a loophole in my wording " I think to myself. I reply to her, "Well, what to you wish to know about me?"
"Oh, I don't know, grades, extra-curricular activities, hobbies, age, anything to describe yourself."
"Hmm...Ok in that case. As you know, my name is Dylan Wolfe. I'm currently a senior in high school with straight A's for the past 4 years. My extra-curricular and hobby is playing the piano. I also tutor people at school for volunteer hours whenever possible." How's that for a straightforward answer?
"Hmm, if you don't mind me asking, you mention that you had straight A's for the pass four years, what does that imply about five or six years ago?"
I KNEW IT! She's probably a lawyer or something, trying to twist my wording! "Ah...well don't tell anyone this, but once in eighth grade, I got an A- on an Honors class."
Mrs. Tanner raises an eyebrow, but continues as if nothing happened. "I've got you right where I want you." I laugh in my brain. She continues, "Well, isn't that a shame. You also mentioned that you play the piano. Please elaborate on that."
"Well, I usually just play the piano amateur-like- you know, for the love of it." I explain. "I play from a wide range of music such as Baroque, Classical, Romantic, Impressionistic, and Contemporary."
Mrs. Tanner again, raises an eyebrow. "Hmm..." she sounds out being deep in thought. I just shift my hands and have the patient look on my face. But deep down, I know that I've already won. She's going to ask about the tutoring, then about what I will do with Chris over the weekend.
"Dylan was it? What subjects do you tutor if you don't mind me asking."
Bingo. I got this one in the bag! "What don't I tutor?" I dramatically act out. "I have a friend named Caleb who's almost hopelessly lost academic-wise. I've had to help him in basically every subject from English to science."
Mrs. Tanner goes back into thought. "You say almost, what do you mean by that?"
"Well, before he knew me, Caleb was getting D's and F's on his report card. But then I started to help him, and let's just say his parents are extremely happy with the results. I'm sorry that I can't tell you his grades. Personal privacy matter. I'm sure you understand."
"Yes...yes...well last question, what do you and Chris have planned over the weekend?"
"You know, I asked Chris the exact same question earlier today. So far, we've planned nothing, which is why I was hoping to talk to him soon and plan out the weekend together. You did leave stuff for us to eat though, right Mrs. Tanner?"
"Of course. Just please be careful around the fire. I don't want to see my house burned down."
"Don't worry Mrs. Tanner, having two little sisters to look after sometimes, I had to cook meals for the three of us certain times. I'll know how to handle things here."
Mrs. Tanner then finishes her coffee and stands up. "You're different than what I expected you to be Dylan. You seem... more mature, if that's the right word to use."
"HA! I WIN!" I scream inside my head. " Yeah, I get that a lot. Having to care for my sisters, I kind of have to grow up faster."
"I suppose...Anyways, I have a plane to catch. I should be back by Monday night. Please look out for Chris. He hasn't had too many friends over the years."
"I can't imagine why," I said humbly, but deep down, I meant it sarcastically.
"Well, maybe you can discover why?" she chuckles.
I join in with her, "Who knows, maybe I will. Anyways, have a safe trip Mrs. Tanner."
"Thank you. Oh! Chris'll show you where you can sleep, and I've left the usual amount of money, just in case you feel lazy." and with that, she goes down the hallway and out the door.
After hearing the door close, I look at the stairway and talk loudly, "You can come down now Chris." Chris hops down the five flights of stairs and walks to the countertop. I stand up and go into his living room.
Their living room is huge. The room contains four couches: two singles, one love seat, and a sectional in the back corner enough for four people. Right in the middle of it is a complex glass tabletop. In the corner next to the sectional is where the 50' plasma lays. I sit down on the love seat and pat the space to my left of me. Chris walks over and sits down.
"So Chris, how long did you stay at the staircase?"
"How'd you know?" Chris replies.
"Who are you talking to again?" I pump out my chest and grin.
"Oh yeah...the whole time...sorry for eavesdropping."
"No worries," I grin at him. "So, surprised with the outcome?"
"Oh my god yes! I never seen anyone win over my mom! You're the first person to talk back to her like that! Usually, people in her business just get really quiet and follow her directions. How did you manage to do that?"
"My special gift. But there's one thing that I still didn't quite get from her. What does she do for a living Chris? Is she a lawyer?"
"No...she's a small manager in a big company."
"Huh..." I say under my breath, "Weird personality for that job."
"What was that Dylan?"
"Huh? Oh, I was just thinking about something. Tell me how far I am from the description Chris. Your mom's about 40 years old, As you said, she works for some company that I still don't know about. Your mom seems very strict and stern at first. But after getting to know her, you can see that she does have a heart. She's very picky when it comes to time, probably because she puts a lot on her plate at once. She works from sunrise to moon fall. You rarely see her at home, and when she is, your mom's usually stuck in her study doing something. Am I right?"
Chris looks at me surprised, "Almost everything's right. She actually 38... Dylan, does she really have a heart?"
"Of course she does. She still cares about you Chris, even if you can't see it" I reply to him with a smile.
"Oh...ok..." he trails off.
"So Chris, what are we doing for the weekend?" I said to change to a less touchy topic.
Chris beats around the bush for a bit. I notice this but decide not to say anything. Chris puts his hands onto the table. He then awkward adjusts them every so often. He looked so cute fidgeting! I just wanted to kiss him, but then he'd be in even more of a shock.
Finally, he speaks out very quietly, "Dylan? Can I ask you something?"
"You just did," I smile back at him, "but sure, what's on your mind?"
He turns silent again. I sigh and think, "It's now or never."
"Chris," I begin, "you're unsure of how to explain what you want right now. Am I right?" He nods slowly. "Do you trust me?" He nods again. "Ok, well I think I know what you're feeling right now. Just have to follow my lead okay?"
"...Ok...sure" he whispers out.
"Ok Chris." I continue in a calming voice. "Just close your eyes, breathe, and don't freak out ok?" He gives a shy smile, nods, then closes his eyes. It's now or never. He looked so sweet and innocent. I just hope that my doubt isn't true and that it doesn't come back and bite me in the ass.
I hesitantly lean forward and press my lips gently upon his. As soon as our mouths meet, an electric jolt passes through me. I entered in heaven. I feel Chris tense up a little, but then he immediately relaxes and melts into goo. He stifles out a loud moan and withdraws his tongue slightly. I take this opportunity and invade his mouth. I'm rewarded with another sexy moan. I let out a moan too. I hungrily lick every part of his mouth that my tongue can reach. I start licking around the front of his top teeth, then I go back the other way around the back. I repeat the process on his lower parts. At this point, my cock is rock hard and it's really obvious. But you know what, I don't give a shit. I'm kissing the boy of my dreams! Nothing else matters! Chris starts pushing at my tongue, and we engage in some tongue wrestling. Our tongues dance like never before in his mouth for the next eternity.
But all good things must come to an end. I reluctantly withdraw from his ever so soft, gentle, and tasty lips and lean back on my seat, gasping for air. I turn to my left and look at my beautiful angel. He was still high from my kiss. He gives a goofy laugh and is also breathing heavily. I close my eyes and continue contracting my chest. After about five minutes, my breath became controlled, but then I feel something heavy on my chest. I open my eyes and see my sexy boy hugging me and snuggling against my chest.
I hear sniffling. I sit up and Chris lets go of me. I look at him and I see tears, but this time, the tears were with the biggest smile I've ever seen on Chris. The smile suited him, much better than his lonely and timid look. I smile back at him and open my arms embrace him again. No words were needed. We both knew what the other wanted all this time, the other person. I shift our bodies down to the left and I turn so that my back's on the sofa with Chris on top of me. I use my right hand to gently rub his back. I lost track of time, but I think we just stayed like that for a good 15 minutes in silence, enjoying the other person's presence.
"Dylan?" Chris breaks the silence.
"Yeah?"
"...Thanks, for everything." Instead of responding, I just give him a peck on his forehead and bury my nose into his hair inhaling a deep breathe of his scent.
Another 5 minutes or so pass by, and Chris croaks out again, "Dylan?"
"Yes my sexy beast?" I reply in a bubbly voice. God I'm still thinking about that kiss. Chris gets off me and sits up. I make a "what's wrong" face and sit up next him. Chris starts poking his index fingers together, like he wants to say something. I smile at his cute posture and pat his back for reassurance.
Chris looks up at me and lets out a sigh. "What does this mean for us? Like, what happens next?"
"Well Chris, what do you want to happen next?" He gives me a confused look. "Bad question. Umm...Let's see...Did you like what we just did?"
"Oh yes, it was everything that I dreamed about, only a million times better!"
"Everything you've dreamed of?" I ask. Chris immediately shrinks into his shell. I look at him and see seems embarrassed about something. "Chris," I say, "can I tell you a secret?"
He lifts his head and says, "Sure..." I hold out my pinky. He looks at it and smiles again while interlocking my pinky with his.
We separate our pinkies and I scoot Chris onto my lap. He melts into my body and snuggles up against it. I rest my hand on his lean stomach and feel it rising. We stay silence for a few moments with me trying to gather my thoughts.
After finalizing my choice of wording, I begin, "Do you remember four summers ago, you attended a local camp?"
"Yeah I remember."
I recall the memory of that week, "The first night, the staff and counselors did a sitcom about rules and policies. I remember sitting next to an extremely cute looking kid. At that moment, Cupid rapidly fired 10,000 arrows straight into my heart. I felt really weird sweaty palms, shaking knees, dry throat, all that stuff. I was unsure why I felt like this. I mean, I barely knew the boy. It was only later that night that I realized I'm in love with the boy. I wanted to know more about the kid. But by the end of that week, I only managed to find out his name and where he went to school. His name was Christopher Tanner. The name was music to my ears. The words kept replaying in my head; it was driving me crazy."
Chris looks up to me, shocked. He opens his mouth to say something, but I put a finger on his lips.
I continue, "But then I found out that you were two years younger than me. I felt sad. I couldn't see you until he entered high school, so I decided to drop it since you barely knew me. But my heart said otherwise. The more I tried to forget, the more stubborn my heart became. Every night, I dreamt about you, and every day, I thought about you. It was painful everyday. I wanted to know more about you, but I had no way of finding out. Then, you entered high school. I was so happy at that time. I thought that I could finally get to know you better. But every time I come near you, my heart starts thumping like crazy and my brain gets fuzzy. I get scared, and either hide before you notice me or say something stupid if you did noticed me. But then I regret not talking to you. I'd get home being frustrated at myself. I'd go into my room and scream into a pillow. Soon after that, the sense of loneliness, doubt, sadness, and pain entered into my heart. Every night from then on, I'd hug my pillow and cry myself to sleep. I then dream about us being together. For those short amount of time, I felt happy. But the dreams are only dreams. They aren't real. Every morning, I wake up and still see myself all alone in this world without you. My heart realizes this, and I break down in my bed. I tell myself that you were off without me, or that you'll find someone better than me. I tricked my mind into thinking that you're perfectly fine and that I'd be ruining your life. But yesterday, I saw you crying. My heart shattered into a million pieces. It pained my heart to see you like that. I had to do something...anything..."
I finish my story and hug Chris tightly and trying to hold back my tears. But I fail miserably as I feel my eyes tearing up and feeling wet. Silent tears flow out of my eyes and gently roll down my cheeks. Chris hears a sniffle, grabs a tissue from the table, turns around, and pats my cheeks gently.
"Thanks Chris." He hands me another tissue.
"Yeah, no problem...Dylan?"
I wipe the rest of my tears away. "Yeah?"
"I love you...I always did... The start of my freshman year, my eyes gazed into your direction. I'll never forget the way you looked. So popular, happy, and...perfect. That image eventually transferred into my dreams. I always longed for a big brother to look after me, and I sort of made you my big brother in my dreams. But like you said, dreams are only dreams. Reality was the painful truth. I wanted to tell you this, but I never could muster up any courage to speak out. I almost did at a certain point, but then the group of girls who constantly followed you just shattered my dreams. I was about to walk up to you and tell my feelings, but then the group of girls just engulfed you into their pit. I wanted to cry right there on the spot, but I couldn't. So I ran to the restroom and cried my eyes out. My mind jumped to conclusions that you were too busy with the girls to care about a loner. Ever since then, I forced myself to think that you'd never cared for me. I was a nobody after all, and here you are, all popular and stuff. But my dreams never left me. Every night, I'd still think of you being next to me, hugging me, protecting me. I'd cry at those images, thinking that they would never come true. I wanted to talk to my parents, but you already know that story." Chris finishes his story and breaks down due the overwhelming emotions.
I mimic what he did to me and grab some tissues to wipe off his tears. But before I can get to them, Chris attacks me and hugs me, hard. I could barley breathe from his death grip around my chest. I want to say something to help him, but I'm at a loss of words. So instead, I just comfort him and rub his head gently with my right hand.
I manage to untie my tongue and sooth Chris with words, "It's alright Chris, everything's going to be fine."
That seems to do the trick as Chris's bawling diminished into hiccups and sniffling.
"Feeling better?" I ask him. He replies with a nod. Wow did he look like a mess. I used the tissues that I got before and gently wipe off his tears and snot. I grab another handful and hand them to Chris. He blows his nose and sighs...
"Dylan? You do love me right? Like you meant everything you said from before?"
"What? Of course I did you silly boy."
"Ok...So, what does this mean for the two of us?"
"It means we're lovers."
Chris blushes. "Lovers..." he says to himself and smiles, "I like the sound of that." He hugs me again. "But Dylan, can you also be something else at the same time?."
"Sure, what is it?"
"Can you also be my big brother?" he blushes after saying it. I couldn't help myself. I lift his chin up and lock our lips together again. It felt like that I died and entered heaven again.
I part my lips from his and we both smile. "Weellll..." I toy with him, "I've always wanted a little brother...Sure, I'll be your big brother."
"Yay! I feel like I'm on top of the world!" he gleefully pipes out with a ginormous smile on his face.
"I know Chris, I know." I reply smiling as I pull his body into me and touch his lips with mine once more.
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