Touch Me

Pushing It

I woke up, still on Kevin's shoulder. He still had his arm around me, his jacket draped gently over me. He was looking at his phone, and back at me every now and then.

"Mmh..m'sorry.. I fell asleep.." I mumbled, rubbing my tired eyes as I sat up slightly

"Don't be.. I was happy to be here."

"Did you get any sleep?"

"Not much.. I think I may have dozed off for a couple hours, maybe."

"I'm sorry. You could've moved me if that would've helped."

"Nah. I don't mind... You looked happy."

He was right, I was very happy.

"I'm glad you stayed.. It's nice to wake up next to you.."

"I like it too" he smiled

I took his jacket off and handed it back to him. This man was like a leather jacket vending machine.
I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek alongside the return, like some sort of interest on his investment.

"Do you want some breakfast?"

"That sounds nice. Want any help?" He sat up straight with a stretch

"Sure! What do you wanna eat?"

"Whatever you've got"

"Do you want some waffles?"

"Sounds good"

He got up and headed down the stairs, as I followed after him.

"How many do you want?" I took the box of waffle mix from the kitchen cabinet

"Uh, two, thanks" He replied, standing behind me, wrapping his arms around me, and resting his head lazily on my shoulder as I made the batter.

I nodded, and poured the batter into the waffle iron, waiting for it to cook. The timer on it went off after a few more minutes. I took it out of the iron, plopping it on a plate, and handing it to Kevin.

By the time I had started to eat mine Kevin was halfway done with his.

"Jesus, Kev, slow down" I giggled, taking a small bite of mine.

I ate a little more than a half of mine, Kevin having finished his long before me.

"Is that all you're gonna eat, Hotshot?" he raised an eyebrow

"Yeah, I'm not super hungry"

"Alright.. it's just that you don't seem to be eating all that much lately.. are you feeling okay?"

I was a bit taken back by his question

"...Yeah. I just haven't really been feeling hungry recently.. maybe I'm coming down with something.."

He nodded, obviously not fully believing me, though still changing the subject.

"What time is it?"

"Uhh, 10:00"

"What time are your parents getting home?"

"Between 10:45 and 11:00"

"Alright, I should probably leave you soon, then. Do you need any help cleaning up breakfast first?"

"Nah, I've got it. Thank you."

"You sure? I don't mind, really."

"No, I'll do it, you should leave before my father catches you and kills the both of us." I scoffed

He nodded and returned upstairs to get his things. He arrived back downstairs with his jacket and backpack, then quickly walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, giving me a tight hug 'goodbye'. I hugged him back.

"See you later, Hotshot" he ruffled my hair before heading towards the door.

"Get home safe! I love you!" I accidentally slipped out.

My faced turned bright red as I realized that I had actually said it. He turned around just as quickly, blushing nearly as much as I was.

"...I love you too, Sunshine." He grinned, looking me up and down once more, before finally walking out.

A giant smile crept upon my face as he did.

I simmered in it for a few more minutes, before finally cleaning up breakfast, smiling all the while. I finished the dishes and ran up to my room, tidying it to make it look like I didn't have any guests over. I finished just minutes before I heard my parents arrive home.

"Welcome back!" I shouted down the stairs to them. They didn't say anything back, but that was pretty typical of them.
Now that they're home, I'll be stuck up here, alone for hours. You'd think by now I would've been used to being stuck in my room all day, but I still have a hard time trying to find something to entertain myself with. I walked over to my small bookshelf. My fingertips grazed the spine of the books, my eyes closed, landing my hand randomly on one. I chose a book and took it from the shelf , turning the cover to see which one it was. Homer's Iliad. I read this one not too long ago, but putting it back and choosing a new one defeats the purpose of the random selection. I've read this one so many times that the bookbinding is falling apart and the pages are wrinkled on the edges. But hey, at least it'll take up some time. I sat back down on my bed, leaning against the wall for support. Flipped through the book, re-reading the story I had read countless times before.
I got lost in that book once more, reading it for straight hours, until I was finally bored. I folded over the corner of the page, marking where I had left off. I set the worn book on my desk, taking the journal I had kept hidden in the locked drawer. Journals are like an inanimate confessional for me. The only place I can air my thoughts. I picked up a pencil and sharpened it to the point where the graphite broke all over the page each time I pressed it on the paper. I wrote down everything that had happened since last time I wrote. The kiss, sneaking out the window, the midnight picnic. Our first "I love you". his patience with me yesterday.

I finished the writing and closed the journal, locking it back in a drawer with Kevin's drawing, phone number and jacket he gave me. With everything all hidden in one drawer, it looks like a fucking shrine of some sort. It wouldn't look so damn creepy if I could actually have that stuff put anywhere else in my room without getting beaten for it. Life's a bitch, but it's far less of one with Kevin in it.