Restart

I woke up before Sam. It was only seven, but the two brunets were already gone. His arm was on my hip and the other was up my back. I slipped out without waking him and went downstairs.

I had to laugh. Downstairs were hung over adults. Panties and boxers were everywhere. Everyone was crawling to get their underwear. They looked miserable. And that is why I don’t drink.

I felt like a ghost just floating by them. For once, I loved it. I grabbed my jacket off the coat hanger and put it on. Sam came down the stairs and the light hit him beautifully. He and I traded a look and he brought me in to the kitchen.

I felt that we didn’t have to talk. I didn’t tell him I wanted eggs, yet he cooked it for me. I didn’t tell him that I preferred orange juice over milk, yet he poured it for me. We were in tune.

My phone rang and he answered it for me before I did. He gave it to me immediately.

“Hello,” I said into the receiver.

“Morning Gregg. Just wanted to see if you were drunk,” my mom replied.

“No mom. I didn’t drink. I am just having breakfast with Sam. We are the only ones who hasn’t drank at the party.”

“Well then. When will you be home?”

“I don’t know. Hey hun, when will I be home?”

“What did you just say?” oops she heard, “Do you have a girl there?”

“No, no… just Sam.”

“GET YOUR A*S HOME! NOW!”

Oh s**t. Way to ruin the morning. Sam got Jake to drive us home. I saw my parents out on the lawn as we drove up. They looked mad.  Like it should matter. I got out of the car and went straight inside.

Mom walked in and called me out while my dad just stared at me like a fool.

“I love him,” I spoke up after five minutes of my mom’s banter. “He has made me happier than I have been in a long time. If that’s wrong then you re just being greedy by keeping me from being happy.”

“Did you have sex with him?”

“No, I am not a w***e. He respects me enough to wait. Beside sex never has crossed our minds.”

“We have put up with your music and clothes, but d****t I cannot sit idle to this.”

“You have put up with me. Fine then, make it official. Am I out of this house?”

“YES! GET OUT! NOW!”

“Fine then.”

Sam came and picked me up from my house. I had no more regrets. They are out of my life. I walked just down the block to his house. He told his parents what happened. I kind of spaced out for a moment while I was getting the tour of his house.

I got to my room, just across from his. It was an air mattress and a closet. I just had my bag of clothes for the week. It was good enough as winter break was a week away. I wish I could cry, but all I felt was numb. That is until Sam’s soft touch caressed me to sleep. Then I felt alive once more.