"Whisper"

I woke up, startled. My phone was going off. God, it was only 11:00 a.m. I grabbed my cell phone and groggily glanced at the caller ID.

“Shit!” I yelled, breaking the silence of the still sleeping house. It was his name and number.

Being the fool I am, I pushed the damn green TALK button to answer.

“H-Hello?” I managed to stammer; it was quiet for a second.

“Hey stranger!” was the response I received. He sounded so cheery. It seriously threw me off. I mean for God’s sake, the last words I remember him saying were “I’ll talk to you soon. . . I love you, babe.” So much for that! It had been like a month and a half, and here he was calling me.

“Hey, you there?” I was silent with surprise. “Go outside.”

Ok, since this wasn’t weird enough already.

“What? Why the hell am I going outside?”

“Just do it, punk,” he replied playfully. I very groggily got out of bed and slipped on some pants.

“What is this all about?” I asked as I stumbled down the old creaky stairs – so much for stealth. Of course, he simply laughed. Finally making it to our front door, I unlatched everything. I pulled it open as quietly as an antique house would allow and stepped out into the sunlight. I was so blind. The first thing I heard was a laugh, and it was awfully familiar. My eyes started to adjust, and when they did, I dropped the phone on the sidewalk.

There, in my front lawn, stood the only boy who had ever been able to turn my world upside down. I kinda felt light headed and the next thing I remember is getting acquainted with the concrete. All I heard was quiet cursing and the rush of footsteps.

I woke up in my bed. I could feel something cold and wet on my forehead and something warm and dry against my side.

“Surprised much?”

I looked up at him dabbing my head. “You crazy fucker,” was all I could manage to say in the middle of all the frustration and amazement. He just smiled and kissed my forehead. I didn’t know what to think.

“What the HELL is going on, and how the HELL did you get here,” I blurted.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asked obviously hurt. I looked at him sitting there, washcloth in hand. I couldn’t believe he just up and came all this way. He shifted to leave. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

“No,” I replied kissing him and leaving him visibly surprised. He dropped the washcloth and held me close. I pulled away gently.

“What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t put off not seeing you anymore. It had been forever since I had even spoken to you online. It seriously ate at me real bad. So I decided on a whim that I would come. . . I hope that’s not a bad thing.” I started to tear up, and I just hugged him.

“How long are you here for?”

“I’m here for at least three days. Why?”

“Well, I have an idea for what we can do today, unless you had something else planned?”

He looked slightly embarrassed. “I had no idea actually and really hoped you had something in mind,” he said grinning.

“Great, well let me get dressed and we can go from there.” He kissed me on the cheek and slowly walked out of the room. As he turned to shut the door, he shot me a wink. I was above cloud nine. This couldn’t be happening. I even hit my head against my headboard to see if I was dreaming. I wasn’t dreaming and my head fucking hurt.

I made my way over to my dresser. I had NO clue what to wear. After thinking about how many combinations were mathematically possible, I went with my favorite black band t-shirt, grey jacket, dark wash jeans, and my doodly black Chucks. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and wondered how the hell I deserved this.

When I went downstairs, I found him looking at old magazines while sitting upside-down on our couch.

“You look intelligent,” I stated antagonistically.

“You look upside-down.” He then repositioned and asked what we were going to do.

“Well, hop in my car and you’ll find out.”

He shook his head and got up and followed me out to my car. I was definitely thinking the docks sounded good. It was supposed to be kind of cool, a break from the heat wave.

“So where are we going,” he asked excitedly. I smiled.

“I thought it’d be cool to go to the lake nearby and hang out on the docks. You down with that?”

“I’m down with whatever really.”

I looked over at him and smiled. He was too amazing. He grabbed my hand and kissed it as we made our way to the little lake near the hospital.

When we got there, he slid out of the car and stretched like a cat. He exposed his stomach for a brief second, and he caught me looking. I blushed and quickly ran over to the dock jutting out over part of the lake. Before he could catch up, I saw a little boat tied to the dock and laid down inside to hide. I heard him walking around and lighting a clove. That bastard took his sweet time in finding me. He hopped in the boat.

“Found you!” I punched him in the shoulder and took his clove and took a puff. I exhaled and turned my head away playfully.

“Took you long enough.” He laughed out loud – God I loved his laugh – and he laid down next to me. We lay in the sun for quite a while before he turned on his side and stared motionless. I looked over at him.

“What,” I asked confused. He leaned over me and kissed me. He began to pull away, but I stopped him.

I had waited entirely too long to settle for occasional pecks here and there. I pulled him close and kissed him deeply. He seemed surprised. I gently bit his lip and he shuddered. Then, I kissed my way to his neck. I bit it gently as to not leave marks, and he went limp. I laughed softly and I guess that fired him up. He kissed me and while doing so he gently pulled my shirt up to expose my stomach. He left my lips and found the middle of my chest. He kissed around on my stomach. God, it tickled; almost too much. I pulled him back up to meet face to face, and just then, rain started to fall.

We both looked at each other and just laughed at it all. We raced back to my car, but were both drenched regardless. I looked over at him and he grinned. His shirt was sticking to him, a second skin. I had never realized how muscular he was. I was lost in thought for a moment, and I knew he caught me.

“What are you thinking,” he asked, knowing damn well what was going through my head. I just gave him a goofy face and threw the car into reverse. We drove around listening to the radio, not wanting to go back to my house because of my parents. They weren’t bad, just in the way. Unfortunately, after realizing there was nothing better to do, we decided to go back to my house.

As we pulled up, we noticed that everyone was out – how convenient. We raced inside re-drenched by the rain. I slammed the door and was hug-tacked from the side. He pinned me against the wall, our bodies soaked and sticky. He kissed my neck and I could feel him entirely against me. It was the closest I had ever been to anyone. As he kissed and nibbled my neck and lips, we stumbled up the stairs to my room. We were a single mass of kisses and caresses. We finally made our way to my bathroom where we tried our hardest to undress while maintaining our closeness. He slowly pulled my wet shirt up and over my head. He hugged me tight and I could feel his heart beat on my chest. I knew what would happen if I didn’t say something, but before I could say anything, he whispered in my ear.

“Hey, uh, I could let you take a shower, and I could hang out in your room till you’re done.” Without waiting for my response he kissed me again softly, and left me alone. I stood there, lost in my thoughts.

I turned on the shower and started to undress fully. God, what just happened? What the hell do I expect now? I was so jumbled. I love this kid. Can I love him? Does he love me? So much was racing through my head as I stepped into the water. It was the calm I needed. I let the water run over my body, relaxing it slowly, muscle by muscle.

After I was done, I turned off the water and stepped out. I toweled off and pulled on another pair of jeans. I had no clue what to expect. Actually, I had no clue what to expect in general. What would be waiting for me in the next room? I had decided in the shower that whatever was going to happen was going to happen. I grabbed the handle and made my way into my room.

The room was dimly lit and full of smoke. He laid there on the floor shirtless surrounded by pillows, blankets, and candles. He was listening absentmindedly to the mellow indie music pouring from the stereo. I walked over to him and carefully went down to my knees. He shifted, opened his icy green eyes, and grinned.

“Hey,” he whispered hoarsely.

I laid my hand on his bare chest and caressed his stomach as I leaned down to kiss him. Our bodies brushed and I shuddered. We were skin to skin, my warmth to his. The kiss was deep. It was real deep and tasted like mint and cloves. He laughed playfully and gently pulled me down to lay alongside him, my face against his smooth skin. I could hear his heart of gold beating slowly, my body against his. We laid there for an eternity before he took my hand in his and kissed it. He whispered in my ear.

“I’m pretty sure this is. . . no,” he laughed, “this is definitely love. I’m NOT letting go. I can’t and I won’t.”

I leaned up, quickly but gently, and made my way to straddle him, grinning. I kissed him again and started to pull a blanket up around us while kissing a winding trail from his neck to his belt. He actually giggled. I then collapsed again alongside him still grinning like a fool, and I gave in to his warmth. I finally found it.

I didn’t care about anything else at the time. Who cared when he’d have to go? Who cared about the weather outside? Who gave a damn? It was me, it was him, and it was love. Nothing else really mattered at all. In that moment it was final, nothing was keeping us apart anymore – nothing.