Cabin Fever (Scömìche)

Chapter 2

Once Mitch and I stepped away from the chaos of the moving truck being unpacked, I lead him across the street to view all three of the cabins. I pointed out his and told him who used to live there. I told him a few crazy stories of Mrs. Dubose like how she chased her cow, when she forgot I was 15 and tried to give me wine, the time her half naked husband chased me across her lawn for trying to go Christmas caroling by myself...

He laughed at every single one. Hearing his laugh... well it made me want to make him laugh more. The only way I could describe his laugh was angelic. Also quite obnoxious at times, but it was mostly angelic. I'm having crazy thoughts lately.

I showed him the house next to mine on the other side and explained that they don't get out much but they have like 50 cats. I couldn't even remember their names actually, but they were nice. When I got to my house I was surprised at how forward he was.

"Well I don't just want stories about your house; I want to see inside it. Can I?" He asked innocently. I swear that one second he's incredibly flirty and suggestive, and the next he is an innocent child.

"...Yeah that shouldn't be a problem. My mom isn't home yet but I know she wouldn't mind." I replied.

In all honesty I was scared for his reaction. He's from the city. He's obviously not used to welcome matts, homemade quilts scattered about, and just the whole country vibe in general. I was nervous he would laugh.

But he didn't. He stepped inside, he breathed in real deep, shutting his eyes for a few seconds, and opened them.

"I love it." He stated.

"Really?" I questioned, thinking he was kidding. "I mean it's very... not your style."

"No I guess not, but this feels like a home. It smells like a home. I've always wanted a home."

I didn't know how to reply to that, so I didn't. I don't know why but his last sentence made me feel kind of sad. I don't know what he's experienced but It seems to me like there's a lot I could learn about him. I want to learn everything.

Once the silence went on for long enough I decided I should show him my room.

"Do you want to go upstairs and see my room?" I asked him.

"Yes definitely." He stated, very excited. He began to go upstairs ahead of me when I remembered. Oh god my room is a mess. I didn't expect the new guy to be, cool?! I haven't touched my mess of a room since school ended, there are papers everywhere and dirty clothes... I can't let him see that!

"WAIT let me just-" I pushed past him and ran up very quickly. I heard him coming up so I knew I only had about 10 seconds. I started throwing things in my closet as fast as I could.

"Scott what the hell? Did you- oh. Your room is a mess and you didn't want me to see it I'm guessing?" He giggled as he stared at me shoving the last few papers in my closet before shutting the door to the vortex of madness. "It's fine really I've seen messy rooms before. I'm a teenage boy too you know..."

"Yeah I know, sorry. I just wanted to make a good impression is all." I said out of breath as I sat on my bed.

He began to wander around looking at my pictures I had hanging, my trophy from winning the talent show in 6th grade, he looked at my laptop sitting open with music playing in the background, and then he looked back at me. I was staring again dammit.

"Your room is pretty cool." He stated, sitting next to me on my bed.

"Thanks I guess." I said smiling back at him.

"So I'm guessing you don't get visitors here very often..."

"No I don't. But I don't mind, sometimes it's nice to be alone." I said, contempt as I looked around my own room.