One Night to Change a Life Chapter 3

                I turned around to start walking away when I felt an almost feather light touch on my back. With a small gasp I turned around to find Jayy about 6 inches from my face, “Uh- Um what’s up? Do you need something?” I asked as I took a small step back. Somehow his closeness was kind of… intimidating.

                “Yeah actually, can I like take a shower of something? My hair is a total mess.” He said as he ran his fingers threw his wild, multicolored hair.

                “Sure, showers upstairs, second door on your left. If you need I can throw your clothes in the wash while you’re showering.” I offered trying to be helpful. I’ve never been too good with kids, but this kid’s not much younger than I am so it can’t be that bad accommodating him. I hope. 

                “Sure, that would be amazing.” He said with a mischievous smirk. As he began walking towards the stairs he slowly edged his shirt up, and with his back to me, he completely took it off leaving the clothing on the floor.  By the time he reached the stairs he was working at his belt only to drop it behind about half way up. By the time he was working on his jeans, I decided I didn’t need to see anymore and walked into the kitchen to pass a little time until I heard the shower running upstairs.

                Once I knew it was safe I started collecting the discarded clothing, he had been completely naked by the time he reached the bathroom. Why do I get the feeling that this kid is going to be more interesting than the majority of my friends, even after they’re wasted?

                I ran down to the laundry room and started his clothes; hopefully they’d be done by the time he got out of the shower. I no longer have any doubt that he’d just strut around naked if they weren’t.  

                Well, with him in the shower I might as well go upstairs and get ready too.  I ran up to my room and started searching for clothes. I decided on some simple black skinnys and a black button down.  After getting dressed I realized that I couldn’t do my hair or make up until Jayy was out of the shower so I guess I might as well find a way to pass time.

                I grabbed my notebook from off the nightstand and started writing. I don’t really know what exactly I was writing about but before I knew it I was completely lost in the words that were being scribbled down on the page in front of me. When I finally came out of my small phase I didn’t hear the shower anymore and after looking at the clock realized it had been about 20 minutes.  I got up and started walking down the hall, still no sign of Jayy; he must be down stairs. I slowly edged down the stairs, scared of what I’d see, and there he was, sitting on the couch with a towel wrapped around his waist but nothing else; what should I expect, he has no other clothes.

                “So uh, your clothes should be almost done in the wash. Then they’ll only be in there for about 30 minutes. “I said quietly trying to make this situation as not awkward as possible.

                “Ok no problem.” He replied easily as he crossed his legs and reached over for the remote.

                “Um, is there anything I can get for you for now? A pair of sweat pants maybe?” I ask as I notice just how much of his skin is actually showing. In my mind I start hoping he says no…

                “Sure, I can tell my lack of clothing is making you… uncomfortable” He says with a devilish smirk that sent my mind crazy.

                “O-ok” I whispered as I turned to run back upstairs to grab a pair of my oversized sweat pants for him.

                After giving Jayy the pants he just stared at me. I had no idea what he was expecting me to do until he stood up and dropped his towel. I gasped and turned around as I started to realize what I had just seen. I heard his clear his throat and took it as a sign that it was safe to turn back around. There he was, standing in front of the couch in some overly baggy sweat pants, hair still a little wet, shirtless with an evil smile across his almost too sharp features.  There was something just beautiful about this man standing in front of me. Something that just made me want to have my hands on him, have him over power me. No! Why am I thinking like this! He’s a guy, and I’m straight! I wouldn’t even no he existed if it wasn’t for me trying to hook up with a girl!

                “So, you wanna watch a movie?” he asked bringing me back to reality; I can argue with myself later.

                “Sure, you can pick the movie. I’m going to go put your clothes in the dryer.” I walked down to the laundry room trying to keep my mind from wondering. The curiosities going through my mind were just not normal! How can 8 hours with this one guy change my sexuality so easy? It’s just not possible!  I finished switching out his clothes and stopped in the kitchen to make some popcorn before going back into the living room to face the one source of my newest mental confusion. I jumped when the timer for the microwave went off and grabbed a huge clear bowl out of the cabinet above my head to empty the popcorn into. I walked back into the living room and set the bowl on the coffee table in front of Jayy and took a seat at the other end of the couch making sure to leave plenty of space between us.

                “I picked Red Dawn. I saw you had the original movie and simply couldn’t resist. I’ve seen the remake but not the original.” He said as he leaned back and put his feet up on the table.

                “That’s cool. It’s one of my favorite movies.” I said as I pulled my legs up to my chest and got more comfortable. It’s going to be ok; he’s just a simple teenage boy. Nothing is going to happen, your just being affected by stress. He may be attractive but that’s ok. He’s just a teenage boy. A teenage boy that got completely undressed with you standing there, twice. I thought to myself.  And with that last thought, I knew we might have some problems.  What am I supposed to do? Just go up and be like ‘Um sorry you can’t keep getting naked in front of me because you’re making me doubt my sexuality. Here, wear this priest uniform.’  Yeah because that will defiantly work out, not to mention the fact that he might think I had some fetish with priests! No! They just show no skin! Which in a situation like this would be extremely useful. Man, maybe I’m just fucked. No, there’s no maybe about it, I’m just fucked. What have I gotten myself into?  All of this was running through my head as I subconsciously starred at the half naked, extremely attractive boy sitting across from me, I never even noticed when he noticed me starring and slowly started to crawl across the couch towards me. Nope. I didn’t notice a thing, up until he ended up in my lap holding my arms behind my head. So, have I explained to you yet how fucked I am?