May 27th 2015
My phone was buzzing when I got off of work late that afternoon. It had been a constant, unbearably loud sound that only I seemed to feel the weight of. I had just gotten this job, finally quitting that shitty fast food place I’d been working at for almost two years now. The music store was downtown, but quiet and very calming to anyone who came in surprisingly enough.
It had been my first day, and I just learned how to ring up people and where exactly things were kept. All the while I felt the incessant nagging of the device in the pocket of my jeans. I continuously ignored it, paying attention instead to the mounds of vinyl disks that needed to be stacked and the guitars that needed to be dusted down, to sheen like gold in a musician’s eyes.
I walked out the door, waving goodbye to my manager Anthony, and finally picked up my phone to check and see what was going on. When the screen lit up, I had missed 3 calls from Michael, 2 from Lily, and 1 from Sean. I sighed softly and scrolled into my voice messages, and held the phone up to my ear to listen what had been left for me.
Sean wanted me to get him something from Taco bell, and he seemed very insistent that he’d die if I didn’t. I immediately deleted it, deciding that he could get his own damn taco bell, I love him, but I'm not about to go running halfway across town just to buy him a damn burrito. Lily left only one message for both calls, simply stating that Michael was trying to get ahold of me, and to call him when I could. Finally, I arrived to Michael’s, and between his voice, and his words, I began to blush and grow warm throughout my body.
Hey handsome, I don’t know what you’re doing tonight, but I was wondering if you might wanted to hang out and play video games or something, grab something to eat. I just wanna spend time with you. Let me know!
I pondered my options for a moment, on the one hand I really wanted to see him, on the other side, I didn’t know if I wanted to go this far yet, considering this was all happening so quick.I shivered a little bit, thinking about how well things went with Rose in our little tempest of a romance, I didn’t want to repeat that, not by any means.
Michael isn’t like Rose though, I thought to myself, He took care of me when he didn’t have to. He wouldn’t do something like that.
I hesitated a moment before I dialed his number. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four.
“Hello?” his voice sounded through the speakers.
“Hey Michael,” I said shyly, “It’s Austin, I just wanted to see if you were still up for hanging out tonight.”
“Oh, hell yeah man!” He said, excitement peaking in his voice, “I’m over at my house now if you wanna come over.”
“Yeah, that’ll be fine,” I said, “I just got off work downtown, so send me your address and I’ll be over in a bit.”
He agreed and then hung up, sending the address only seconds after and causing my phone to buzz again. I smiled and strode over to my car, I looked at the screen and the map showed his house wasn’t that far from my work, just a mile or so away, a lucky coincidence indeed!
Traffic was thick and cluttered headed over there, not that I didn’t expect it to be any different. All Time low blared through the radio, earning a voice from me as I sang along.
“Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year,
And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction to everything I fear
'Cause I've been going crazy, I don't wanna waste another minute here
I make believe that I impress
That every word, by design, turns a head
I wanna feel reckless, wanna live it up just because,
I wanna feel weightless 'cause that would be enough.”
The guitar riffs hummed through the speakers of the car and reverberated off of the seats and the windows, causing them to vibrate heartily. Hopefully everything would be better now, between the new job, graduating and being so close to Michael. I was finally having a little room to breathe, other than my father, a smog that still caused the breath to leave my lungs.
I snorted as I pulled down his street, a nice neighborhood with brick houses on either side, standing at attention and staring down at me like large golems, ready to smash me when the opportunity made itself known. I scanned numbers on houses, looking for the number 302. About halfway down the street, on the right, I saw it, and I could see his parked car angled into the driveway.
I parked on the side of the street, and then threw the gear into park. I sat for a moment, fixing my hair and making sure I didn’t look like complete and utter shit. While I tried my best, there was one strand that sat straight up and refused to sit down no matter how hard I tried. I finally gave up, opening my door and slamming it in a bit of frustration, his house had white steps and as I walked up I noted the very good architecture of the house itself. How there was the overhang of a room over the door, held up by two beautiful white pillars, and windows that reminded me of an old Victorian mansion.
I knocked on the door twice and then waited. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as I waited for him to answer. I knocked once more, feeling rather awkward now. At last, the door unlatched and he was standing on the other side. He was wearing a dark blue marines T-Shirt and jeans that clung nicely to his well muscled calves.
He beckoned me inside and closed the door quietly and then grasped my hand. Smiling like a Cheshire cat, he led me up the stairs that were to the right of the front door. The cream colored carpet ran all the way up to copper colored walls adorned with different trophies and family photos. He led me down the hall, past two other doors and then opened one at the far end.
His room was colored red, with sports posters hanging up, mainly of the Blackhawks and the Cubs. He had several white nightstands and chest-of-drawers stacked with mementos and photographs, he had a coat rack dedicated to his medals he had won.
“You like video games?” He asked. I nodded and he pointed to his fourty-eight inch plasma screen T.V.and three different gaming consoles he had.
“Like shooters?” He asked. I nodded again and he picked a disk out of a case and inserted it into one of the consoles and then grabbed to controllers, planting one in my hand.
He sat on his bed, which was well made and covered in red sheets and blankets. I sat next to him as the T.V. Roared to life, I took my shoes off and scooted back towards the wall and he followed suit. The game started quickly, and he decided that he wanted to play multiplayer with me, which I smiled at. It's what my brothers and I always played whenever we felt we had the time, and occasionally when Lily was over she'd feel the need to kick my ass at it.
He clicked into his character and sorted out his gear while I did the same. I felt like my character should be more long range and deadly, so I equipped a sniper rifle and a pistol, with a special kind of camouflage.
Less than two minutes into the game, I was on the leaderboard, and every time that Michael’s character came into my line of sight, he got a blast to the head.
“Damn, and I thought I was good at this game,” his husky voice sounded grumbly, “You sure know how to give me a run for my money, now don’t you?”
“Well,” I said with a smirk, “I try to be the best I can. I’ll just watch you play if that’s cool, actually.”
He shrugged and I put down my controller as he waded through the screens again and began to play. His legs lay splayed out over the bed in a V. I hesitated for a minute, then pulled myself closer to him, to where our legs brushed slightly. I fiddled with my fingers for a moment and then scooted closer, to where our bodies were touching together.
I felt awkward, like I was a burden for a moment, that is until he scooted a little bit further into me. I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder and my arm around his back. He grinned a little as he played, shooting and taking cover left and right while desperately still trying to avoid sniper fire. I ran my hand to his and then my fingers traced a line along his side.
The round ended, and his team had won, and now I had an idea. I squeezed his arm off of the controller and fit myself in between his legs and scooted back, he was a few inches taller than me, so I wasn’t in his face, but aimed more towards his collarbone and chest. I laid back against him and he stopped for a moment.
“You comfortable?” he asked a little nervously, I nodded, “Good, I want you to be comfortable.”
He wrapped his arms around me for a moment, leaving the controller on the side of the bed for the moment. They felt warm and safe, his muscles bulged against me and I felt his strength wrapped around me like a gentle python.
“This is really comfortable,” I said, turning my head a little to where I could see him, “Probably the most comfortable place in the house to be honest.”
He chuckled as he looked at me, and then he bent down a little bit and kissed me on my forehead, grabbing his controller again and setting his arms in my lap. He played for another round or two as I sat there, using his buff chest as a pillow and enjoying as bombs blew apart buildings and bullets rained down.
He stopped again, winning once more and he threw the controller to the side of the bed and wrapped his legs around me. He bent down again and kissed my neck gently before whispering in my ear.
“So,” he whispered coquettishly, “If you’re okay with it. I really want you to be my boyfriend.”