Tutoring the Football Jock Part 6 The Discussion
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We got out of the truck and walked tentatively inside my house. I was lost in my own thoughts, phrasing my question in a million ways, but dismissing all of them. He was lost in thought too, thinking of what I wanted to ask and still feeling guilty about his friends.
"Hungry?" I asked, trying to buy more time to think.
He nodded, still miles away in his mind. I prepared a snack for him.
He finally asked the question I had been dreading, "What did you wanna talk about."
I gave him a plate of food and we sat down, I opened my mouth, but my thoughts scattered to the winds. "I...I love you Keith..."
"I love you too."
"But...the thing is... well the truth of the matt..."
"Come on Steven, spit it out," he said gently with a mouth full of food.
"I just want to be with you, that's all," my eyes lowered, that wasn't the whole part of it, but I couldn't finish, my mouth went dry and I went mute.
"I wanna be with you too," he said, "I thought we were togeth...," he stopped as if some great revelation dawned on him, "oh... I thing I see what you mean." More thinking on both of our parts, "you want to be open?"
My hopes rose, I did want to be open, but not really open. My head swam in confusion, what did I want? "I just want to be with you, tonight I want to sleep with you, but..." my voice trailed off again.
"But as soon as I'm done eating I'm gonna go home and not see you ever again..." he paused after finishing my thoughts, then continued firm and reassuring, "Steven, I wanna be with you too, and I'll always come back for you. Okay?"
"Yeah...but... what is going to happen tonight?" I said, I gathered my courage and said the thing I had been avoiding, "maybe we should tell our parents."
"NO," he said, "my parents would kick my ass. I'd be kicked out of the house!"
"I know," I said, raising my voice to meet his, "I'd be killed too. My parents would never understand, but at the same time, I want to be with you tonight. I just want to be with you, how can we do that!?"
The room grew very quiet, we were angry at each other, but we knew we shouldn't be. I didn't want to tell my parents shit, but I didn't think we could spend each night at each other's house. And the thought of sleeping without hearing his snoring was horrible, without feeling his warm body, unbearable, without seeing his eyes open in the morning, wretched.
He got up and began to leave. My eyes went wide in horror, "please, don't" I said in a voice I couldn't even hear. He saw my lips move but didn't say a word. I remember the door slamming shut, as I heard the stereo blare and the car drive off I sank to the floor. If I had I knife in my hand, I knew I would've slit my throat, but I didn't. Instead I gathered up my knees to my chest and cried, softly and quietly, but I cried none the less...
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