I looked out my window, and watched as the street lamps lit the street with their dim yellow-orange light. On the street I saw one person, and I know that it was him. Tears filled my eyes, but I wiped them away before they fell. I sighed deeply, and got up off my bed. I had school work to finish, that was already late, and I didn't want the previous events to ruin my grades even more.Pulling my chair out, I turned on my iPod, and Love Hurts by Incubus came on. I paused for a moment, and the tears I tried to conceal came back and fell down my face. My iPod seemed to always have the song for the moment on hand, and I hated it for that. Sometimes I wish I could just throw it against the wall, hoping it would break, but then I'd have to get a new one, and that wasn't an option. So I just sat there, and endured the song, it was a good song, by one of my favorite bands, but I didn't want to listen to it at that moment. I also didn't want to change it, either, which was strange.
I just listened to the beat of the song, and got to my work. About twenty minutes into working, my mother knocked on my door and told me that my friend Alan came to see me. I froze up for a moment. He just left; I wiped my face clean of the tears and said in, a voice as calm as I could get it;” Okay!" Then I heard footsteps go down the steps. Seconds after I heard them come up, Alan opened the door a crack, and I didn't move.I just stood up and faced him, but my head was down.” Tomas....I-"I put my hand up.” I should be the one saying sorry..."I said looking at him. He came closer leaving only inches between us, and I turned my head.
I kissed him. I never intended to, I just did. I couldn't look at him. I wouldn't look at him. I felt ashamed of myself. Ashamed of what I did, what I wanted to do. Tears started to fall from my eyes again, and streamed down my dark cheeks.” Tomas....."He said in a in a soft voice. Slowly my eyes turned to look at him.
Then my heart stopped as he closed the space between us. I felt the soft texture of his lips against mine, and my eyes remained open in shock. A second passed in reality, but in that room time seemed to have stopped. He moved away slightly, and we looked at each other. Time seemed irrelevant to us now. Minutes, hours, seconds; all of time stopped, even the hands on the clock looked that they have stopped counting the seconds passing. I smiled at him and said, breaking the air of silence; "Thank you. I love you.” His eyes softened a little, and he wrapped his arms around. He then pulled me close to me and kissed me again. That night he spent the night at my house. I asked my mother, and she told me that it was okay, and Alan's mother let's him do anything as long as he gets good grades and calls first. After everyone was asleep we stayed up in my room, and just sitting there looking outside at the street lamps with the dim yellow-orange light. He then looked at me, and I looked back. I could tell that he cared for me just as much as I cared for him. We kissed again, but this one was more passionate then the last two. Throughout the night we shared our private moment together, with the street lamps as our only witness to what happened. After, what felt like hours passed; Alan fell asleep, and I held his waist gently as I watched the street lamps turn off the yellow-orange light. At that moment I saw the only witness to our moment close its eyes to the waking world, and I felt a small comfort in that. However I also knew that the waking world would be more ruthless than the street lamps have.
Morning came with clouds, and wind. I heard knocking at my door, and snuggled into Alan’s chest. I had put on a shirt in the middle of the night since I was a bit cold. “Sleeping…” I managed to say loudly enough. I soon drifted back into my dream, when I heard the door open. “Get out…” I groaned covering my head with the blanket. Alan chuckled waking up himself. “Oh quit your worrying-” Alan began, but he paused. I looked up, and then around my room. At first I didn’t realize what had happened, but then I saw Alan’s older sister in my room. “Christine….I…um….” I stated sitting up and covering myself. She had a look of shock on her face. “You little turd!” She exclaimed getting angry now. “Your ass is dead, when you get home.” Christine always seemed of a nice person. She looked a lot like her mother. She had dark thick hair, and beautiful smooth skin, Alan’s mother was a bit of a stickler, and we never got to stay at his house if he wasn’t maintaining her insane grade of 95. “Nononononononono! Don’t tell mom!” He exclaimed leaping out of the bed. Christine started laughing. “Oh now. I’m telling her.” She said as she left the room, and closed the door behind her. “Relax. My mother will understand. She isn’t like you mother. Plus we can always live with my Aunt and Uncle in Florida.” I stated patting him on the shoulder. Downstairs, my mother and Alan’s mother were talking. Apparently, Alan’s family was going to go out for lunch today. “Mom. You have to come as see this.” Christine stated pointing. Alan’s mother looked at her and sighed. “Fine fine. Sorry, I’ll be only a minute Sarah.” She stated as she turned and followed her daughter up the steps.
We were half way through dressing, when Alan’s mother came through the door. “Alan, what the hell is your sister going on about?” She asked placing her hands on her hips. He and I looked at each other. “Uh…I dunno.” He stated trying to act stupid. Christine glared at her brother as the mother turned her head to look at her, then something caught her eye. “Uh….Alan, are those yours?” She asked pointing to a pair of black boxers. Our hearts stopped. “I have those same ones!” I exclaimed running over to them. The mother didn’t believe me, and took them. “Right, and I guess your name’s Alan too?” She asked showing me the tag. I looked at him. “Your name is still on your clothes?” I asked almost laughing. Alan made a face. “You asked this last night.” I nodded my head. “Oh!Right!”I exclaimed. His mother looked at the two of us, and asked. “Now, Alan. Take off your pants.” Alan and I looked at the woman. “Why!” We both exclaimed. “Just do it!” She added getting more and more hostile. I sighed, and looked away defeated. I got the rest of the clothing on the floor, and placed it into the basket on the other side of my room. I didn’t see anything, but I heard a gasp, and Christine laugh. “You animal. Your father will hear about this.” The mother stated before leaving the room. “Told ya!” Christine stated leaving the room. I turned and looked at Alan, and told him. “You can come with me to Florida….”I stated sighing. Alan nodded his head, and looked at me. “Fine. I’ll have your mom drive me to my house to pick up my things.”Nodding my head, I finished getting dressed in peace, and headed downstairs. My mother stood in the front of the stairs, and I went down and hugged her. “Don’t worry. Everything will be okay.” She stated kissing my head.
A few days passed before Alan, and I were off to Florida. He was going to live with them, and my mom said that I could also, but only for half of the year, which was perfectly fine for me. The taxi was only a few minutes away, and Alan and I were sitting in the living room watching our favorite movie. My mother came in and held in her hand two envelopes. “This is for when you get to the air port. You should always have extra money when going places.” She stated trying her best not to cry. “Mom. I’ll be back. Don’t worry and I can call you when I get there.” I stated standing up. I took both envelopes, and hugged her tightly. The taxi honked its horn, and I let her go, then I went over to my bags, and picked them up; Alan followed after. We placed our jackets, and shoes on before Alan opened the door, and started walking. I turned my head and looked at my mother. “I’ll call you as soon as we get there.” I stated before turning by head back around, and walking down the driveway. We loaded our bags into the back of the faded yellow taxi. I closed the trunk, and looked at my neighborhood. I sighed with the feeling of homesickness already starting to creep up in me.