I rubbed my eyes with one hand, yawning ferociously as I used my key to unlock the door to my home. It was a two bedroom apartment my mother had us move to, ever since my father passed away when I was young. She worked as a nurse and wouldn't be home for some time leaving me happily home alone.
I'm Whitney Wright, a 19 year old male, Sophomore in college, and a bank as a teller to help pay for school. It was Friday, my classes were finished, and I had the day off from work. Needless to say I was elated. I opened a window letting in the outdoors warmth and the occasional breeze. I turned on the TV to have background noise and kicked off my flip flops and slid my very short shorts off enjoying the freedom. I tossed my clothes into my bedroom and laid out on the couch rubbing my hands through my brown thick hair. I had a permanent case of bed head and the hazel eyes to match my hair. I have a very petite and small body type as I'm only five foot six, with silky white skin dotted with freckles.
I watched the tv absentmindedly as I began to drift off into a wonderful afternoon nap. As my eyelids grew heavier I stopped fighting the feeling and let myself begin to fall asleep.
*THUMP THUMP THUMP*
The sound of someone knocking on the door jolted me from my sleep as I jumped up. I bawled my hands into fists and rubbed my eyes as someone knocked on the door again. The clock on the wall showed I had been asleep for a total of five minutes. Whoever was on the other side of that door had explaining to do.
"I'm" I started to talk before being interrupted by a large yawn. "I'm coming." I said as I smacked my lips and stretched forcing myself to wake up. I jumped off the bed and I walked sleepily to the door and opened it to see an equally short and equally cute boy looking back at me.
"Paige?" I asked still waking up. "What's goin' on?" I stepped back as he nudged me out of the way and walked in heading for the fridge. Paige had been a long time friend growing up and in lieu of school had been travelling all over the country. He was around the same height as me but was a bit stockier and more a more athletic body build. His black hair was wavy that made his stunning grey eyes stand out. I suddenly realized that this was off and followed him to the kitchen. "Paige, what are you doing here? I thought you were coming back when school started last month." I looked at him confused as he grabbed a soda from the fridge and began drinking it.
"Yeah, well I left a bit late." He explaining looking at me with a large grin. "Don't look at me like that Whit, c'mon it's school." He said sagging his shoulders. He perked back up and rubbed my nose with his thumb.
"Where's your mom? I was looking forward to seeing her." He said and he frowned.
"She's off at work, you know that thing we mature people do." I said.
"Woah, I have been working. I've had a bunch of jobs these last two years or so. Lifeguard, concessions vendor in like three different states. I was even a tour guide in San Francisco."
I stared at him as he jumped on the couch enjoying his soda and turning the TV's channel. I watched him trying to think of what to ask first.
"How were you a tour guide in a city you were a tourist in?" I asked more interested.
"It didn't last long." He said admittingly as I walked up and sat next to him while he kicked off his own shoes.
"This is weird." I said watching him.
"You don't want me here?" He asked me cocking his head to the side.
"No, it's just that, I didn't, you left suddenly and-" I struggled to find the right words. "I just missed you is all." I said softer as my face grew red from embarrassment and I looked down. He gently punched my shoulder and turn my face back to his.
"I missed you too Whit." He winked at me and turned his attention to something else.
Paige and I had always been close and when I realized I was gay from a young age he always supported me and helped me be more comfortable. He knew I had always had a crush on him but neither of us acted on it until much later. He never admitted to anyone if he was bi or not, he was one of the popular kids in high school and coming out would have been social suicide. It wasn't until our final years in high school did he become more flirtatious with me and stopped looking for a girlfriend. It was only days after graduation when we shared a kiss. Nothing special or long, but just a quick peck. Not long after he left to see the country, never mentioning it again when we tried to keep in contact, even then we still ended up drifting apart.
Paige grabbed the remote and turned the tv off and looked back at me and I stiffened straightening back up nervous about what was going on.
"Look I've been travelling around a lot, finding myself even though that sounds cliche as all hell. Anyways I've been thinking a lot about you and how we left stuff." My eyes widened as I looked for something else to focus on other than the cute boy that was leaning towards me. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable and ruin the relationship all over again. "Well, I've been thinking about you and me." I turned to him seeing how red his face was, he was feeling awkward enough not to look at me. "I'm a lot more comfortable with who I am and how I feel about my sexuality." He said uncomfortably searching for each word. I was trying to hold back the excitement I felt imagining him confessing feelings for me. "I know you like me a lot, and I, uh, return the feeling." He said. My head practically exploded as I tried not to shake. Thinking about us together.
"I came back to talk to you about it." He said looking at me. My stomach dropped as I realized he wasn't excited to tell me this, but he was dreading it. "I just don't want anything serious, I enjoy my freedom, and if I was with you it would have to be a serious relationship. I wouldn't play with your feeling, I just couldn't." He nodded his head as if hoping I'd nod along happily accepting it. We sat in silence as I tried to hold back my welling feelings. I turned away quickly wiping a stray tear that was in my eye.
"Yeah, no I understand." I said and I forced a smile as he watched me realizing how hurt i felt.
"Whitney..." He started as I went to stand up.
"I'm sure you're starving, we got food in the kitchen, mom wouldn't mind." I said walking to the kitchen. He grabbed my shoulder and turned me back around to face him.
"Wait, look I got a proposition." He blurted out quickly. "Have you ever been with another guy before?"