Should have just let him walk into his house. I should have just ignored him all day at school tomorrow and forget about him all together. But I couldnt. What he had said was racking my brain and I had to get to know him.
-Bill! I called before he could open his door.

He turned and looked at me, that smile I was already starting to memorize was on his face again.
-Yeah? he asked, his hand once against on his cocked out hip with his shirt rising up.

-Uhm... I had to say something. I didnt want him thinking I was some sort of an idiot.
-If youre not doing anything later, why dont you come over after dinner or something?

His smile widened and looked almost to big for his face.
-Sure, my mom cooks at six. Ill be over around seven! He said and disappeared into his house.

Perfect, that at least gave me an excuse to skip out on dinner. My own mom cooked around seven. When I got into the house, mom wasnt in the kitchen anymore. I left the script on the counter and put the milk away before heading to my room. Doing anything and everything to get Bill out of my head. I realized a few things though, other then the fact that there was an indent in my wall from where either me or the guys had hit it, other then the fact that the fucking cat had torn up the bottom of the curtains mom had so carefully picked out for my room, was that Bill had a really cute smile. That whenever he laughed he flipped some of his long black hair over his shoulder. That he had this one piece of blonde that constantly fell over his eyes. Eyes that looked just like mine except they were covered in make-up. I realized that I noticed way to much about him for my own sanity. Because fact of the matter is, Im not gay.

och sa jag att Tom har ätstörningar o.O

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July 2010