Melonie gets caught with her pants down.
"I uh," he started, immediately moving his hand back, "I don't know. You know I haven't ever been in a serious relationship before. I think feelings always get messy, and I'd rather not deal."
"But you can't just go through life like that Dave (I knew he hated when I called him that), you're going to want someone to share things with," I said as I turned to look at him.
"But that's what I have you for. You're my best friend, and I tell you everything, so I don't really see what difference a relationship makes." I rolled my eyes and headed inside to get my things.
"Start the car? I don't really want to be in here much longer."
The car ride to Davis's house was silent. Not awkward for me, since I was lost in thought. Maybe I should start writing again.
When I was in high school I used to write every day, whether it was a silly poem, or just what I was thinking, I'd made a point to write every day. The only person I'd ever shared my writings with was Davis, and he laughed at some, but said that I had some actual potential.
"Babe? We're here."
I got out of the car, and grabbed all of my shit that I could, and setting it down in Davis's living room. I literally can't understand how he keeps his house so clean, seeing as whenever he's stayed over he makes a mess everywhere.
"Your house is still fucking clean, unbelievable," I muttered to myself as I moved my stuff into his room.
"Well, after work I have nothing to do other than smoke, drink, watch television, eat, and clean," he said, a smile coming onto his face.
"Yea whatever. So where am I sleeping?" He looked at me a little bit funny, and pointed me to a room down the hall.
"Guest room, seeing as no one has slept in there in forever, it took me a little while to clean all the cobwebs and get it prepared for you," he said laughing.
"Ew," I said, frowning. I really can't fucking stand spiders.
"Relax, there are no spiders olive," he said, kissing me on the cheek before grabbing my bags and taking them into the room for me.
I couldn't help but blush at the nickname that he had created for me back when we had first became friends. To make a long story short, there was a period of time where all I ate were olives. Literally.
I am terrified of all things Frightened of the dark I am you are taller than a mountain Deeper than the sea
As I unpacked Gabe's things for him, I couldn't help but smile at the thought that he'd be living with me. Well, at least temporarily.
"Hey, you okay? You don't have to do this for me, you're already letting me stay with you," Gabe said, smiling as he took his bag out of my hand.
I shrugged and began to leave the room, before he stopped me.
"Thanks...you know I never would have moved if you hadn't offered. And I really needed it. I love you Davis." I felt my heart skip a beat, and I smiled, shaking my head like it was no problem.
"Love you too. I'm going to go outside for a smoke. I'm telling you to quit while you're ahead," I said, smiling as I headed outside.
As I sucked on my cancer stick, I put my head in my hands, and began to think that this wasn't necessarily the best idea.
I wanted to respectful of Gabe's space and everything, but now I was going to have to see him every day, all the time. Well, between work and everything.
"Fuck," I mumbled, running a hand through my stupid golden hair. I don't get why everyone is so obsessed with my hair, it's really not that great.
When I finished my cigarette, I took a shower, and decided to check on Gabe before going to sleep.
I was about to walk into the room, but I noticed that he was writing, which I haven't seen him do in a long time, so I decided to leave him alone.
When I got into my room, I buried myself in a pile of pillows and tried to close my eyes and go to sleep. I couldn't get Gabe off my mind, and my painfully hard dick continued to remind me, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it.
The crazy thing is, it's just little things about him that turn