Patrick & dylan

chapter 2

"Hey Patrick, do you want to come over tonight and study?"

"Uh sure," I replied. Dylan had asked me to come over and study. He had been so nice to me since the art room conversation.

"I'll give you a ride there after practice, or do you want me to give you the address?" Two weeks of us being friends had been awesome. I thought he'd be so different than the way he actually was. He was so much nicer than I thought. He seemed a bit intimidating when you just looked at him.

"I'll wait," I said. I didn't want to have to figure out a bus route to his house, and I kind of wanted to ride with him in his car.

"Cool." He smiled at me before turning back around. It was English IV and after this class school would be over. He was really funny and sweet, well I guess I should say nice because sweet was something you said about your boyfriend.

I sat in the library and started my homework. I had absolutely nothing else to do while I waited. I finished everything by the time I went to go find Dylan. He was standing at the entrance to the football field. "Ready?"

"Yeah," I said. We walked to his car. It was a really nice one. It was the newest model SUV on the market and it was silver. "Nice car..."

"I guess." We got in and he pulled off. We were at his house pretty quickly and boy was it nice. It must have had twenty rooms.

"You have a really nice house."

"Thanks." He looked at me. "Do you want something from the kitchen?"

"No thanks."

"Okay, my room is right up the stairs." He walked off in the direction of the kitchen. I made my way up the stairs when I realized I had no clue which door to open. I tried the one to the right. Bad idea.

"Ah!" A very petite woman had just taken a shower.

"Omigod! I'm so, so, so sorry!"

"Who in the hell are you!?" She pulled on a robe.

"Sorry, I was, sorry; I'm here to study with Dylan."

"Oh, thank god. I thought I was going to be raped." She laughed.

"I'm really sorry. I thought this was his room."

"Across the hall," she said. She smiled. "You're the first person he's ever brought home." That really made me feel special.

"Sorry, again," I said. I closed the door and dashed across the hall. That was awful. I was just standing in the middle of his room like an idiot when he came up the stairs.

"I brought you a water anyway." He tossed a water bottle at me and I flinched before it hit me in the face.

"God, I'm so sorry." I picked up the water and smiled nervously. I felt okay but my face was red with embarrassment.

"I'm fine." He looked at me and smiled just as nervously as I had.

"I shouldn't have thrown it. I didn't know you couldn't catch."

"Yeah, I suck at sports." I remembered the woman in the bathroom. "Oh god, I walked in on a woman across the hall. She was naked." I felt even redder than before.

"That's just my mom."

"I didn't do it on purpose!"

"I know you didn't, you're gay right?" I knew I liked guys, but when people asked I still felt weird when replying.

"Yeah," I said quietly. He sat on his bed. We didn't say anything for a while.

"Are you sure you don't want something?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm fine." He had been eating a couple slices of pizza.

"Man, I wish I could not eat like you." He sighed. "I need to lose some weight. I wanted to bulk up a little for football, but I ended up with this." He lifted his shirt and shook his mound of belly in his large, meaty hands. I sat at his desk. "I mean, I tried to get bigger for wrestling too, you know? I think coach is going to make me go up a weight class."

"That's not a good thing?"

"It's not all that bad really. It's just I'll be the smallest in a new weight class." We sat looking at one another. The silence was unbearable. "To be honest I hate sports."

"But you're so good at them."

"I want to be an artist." That was so cute. He sighed sadly. "But my dad wants me to take over the hospital."

"I've always wanted to be a doctor." I looked over at him. "My mom's a nurse in your dad's hospital."

"My mom doesn't work; she spends all the money on clothes."

"I heard that!" He laughed. She came into the room. She was smiling.

"Are you spending the night...?" She smiled at me. "I don't even know your name sweetheart."

"Patrick Russell."

"Are you spending the night, Patrick?"

"Oh no, I have to be home by eight."

"It's already eight thirty," she said seriously.

"Oh no," I said, already thinking about my mother and how she would flip out. I grabbed my bag. "I have to go. Thanks for the offer."

"I'll give you a ride." He stood up and slid on his sneakers. "I'll be right back mom." We had spent over three hours talking. I didn't even help him study. He dropped me off and I went inside to face my mother.