I'm a sucker for a pretty boy, I'll admit it. And Terry was a pretty boy. I s'pose he was probably a bit older than a boy, but you get the drift. He said he was new around here. We had only recently moved in too, so as the charming new neighbour getting to know the other, gorgeous, new neighbour, my mom invited him over for dinner.
If I'm honest, I don't remember the evening as vividly as I probably should. I just know I stared at him a lot, even when I knew I shouldn't have been.
"Ryan!" mum hissed, whacking my arm. But Terry didn't look uncomfortable at all. At least, I don't think he did.
"Sorry," I mumbled, looking down at my dinner.
"Teenage boys, eh?" my mom laughed nervously, probably praying to fuck that Terry wasn't offended or put off by me. And I guess I can't blame her, we didn't move here from the most tolerant place on earth. Don't get me wrong, I'm not gay. I'm bi. I like a pretty girl, too, but there was just something about Terry that was different, that set him miles above anyone else I'd met before.
When Terry eventually left, leaving both me and my mom smiling for disturbingly similar reasons, I shuffled off up to my room to "do what teenage boys do best" as my mom puts it, and she hung around in the kitchen smiling to herself and washing up or whatever it is moms do best.
With a sigh, I leant on my window, staring down at the unfamiliar, English street. Part of me hoped he would come back and spend some more time with me. Part of me in particular hoped that time would be more fun than dinner.
I was half asleep when I saw him again - I was still leaning on the window hoping he would return, staring blankly at the street when I saw out of the corner of my eye a figure flash into view. Blinking, I took a proper look and there he was, waving at me to come outside with him. And who was I to deny Terry? I opened my window and climbed out, putting all my tree climbing skills to the test on the face of our new house. I was used to climbing out of windows, but usually to go up onto the roof, not to climb down.
I slipped, and cursed, feeling myself falling. How embarrassing to fuck that up in front of him. He didn't seem to care, though... he caught me, smiling. It wasn't a sort of sympathetic, or a smile that was concealing a laugh. It was just a smile. I smiled back, resisting the urge to kiss him right there and then.
I woke up to the sound of Terry's soft voice talking seductively close to my ear. "Forget your name, your family, your address. You are now Person Number 3. Repeat."
"I- I'm person number 3." He was sitting beside me on a sofa, his hand gently tangled in my hair. I looked up at his eyes and smiled. I knew there were gaps in my mind that seemed strangely void, but when he smiled back and his eyes met mine, none of that mattered because I was here with the man I loved. It was totally irrelevant that I was with him in what seemed to be a warehouse of some kind, and it was equally unimportant that there were two other people I didn't know. They were just in the background, like decorations.