Chapter Four
“I'm guessing someone slept in?” Justin asked as he set his bag in the back seat. I looked at him with excitement. This was going to be SO great! Just me and him. Hopefully, we can get a little bonding on this trip. I would love to be his boyfriend by the end of this trip.
“I'm sorry! I fell asleep early last night and didn't get to set the alarm clock,” I said as I drove us down the road.
“It's okay. Listen, I'd just like to say thinks for inviting me.”
“No problem.” Never an issue, Justin. Never an issue. Today is going to be awesome!
“Yeah, why did you invite me?” Huh? Why invite the most beautiful man to ever walk the Earth to do a road trip to a concert? Yeah, why would I want to do that?
“What do you mean?”
“Well, surly you have other friends and then there is your family.” Another reason why this road trip was needed between us, poor Justin knew nothing about me.
“Well, I don't really have much friends, and my family? Well, I've only got my mom and she works all the time. I don't know where my dad is, and I have no siblings. Besides, I think you're awesome.” I glanced over at him. He looked REALLY concentrated. Was he staring at an orange juice box because it said concentrate? Haha, sorry couldn't resist.
“I'm sorry.” Now, I am confused. What?
“Come again?” He looked over at me.
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you are basically alone.” Oh...
“It's not all bad. I mean the peace is great. There aren't any fights, there isn't any noise. I can read in peace. I can eat without dinner getting ruined by a conversation.” And this, of course, was a big fat lie.
“It mustn't be that great. Why would you want to be so lonely?”
“You kind of get used to it.” This, was not a lie. You do get used to it. I have been getting used to it. Trust me, I used to ball my eyes out. Now, it's just a little bit of anger.
“I can't imagine a life without my family. What is it you do when you get out of school during the week? And what about weekends?”
“Well, I'm home schooled. On the weekends, I go to the book club. During the week, a tutor comes and teaches me for six hours. We have a strict teacher and student relationship.”
“You know, we've been hanging out for a while now and I hardly know you.” I glanced at him nervously.
“I guess so.” Everything was quiet for a little bit. I finally couldn't stand it and turned on the radio. “Do you mind?” I asked Justin. He shook his head and stared out the window. Inside the fire by disturbed was playing.
“Will you tell me about yourself,” Justin asked me.
“What?”
“I'd like to know you better. Friends should be able to know their friends. Even if that does make me sound like a girl.” I laughed and he joined me with a smile.
“Alright. I like painting.”
“You paint?”
“Yeah, a little. I also read, duh. Uh, what else is there? I can cook.”
“You cook,” Justin looked at me with disbelief. “I distinctly remember a badly burnt chicken when you invited my family over for dinner when we moved in. The poor thing didn't stand a chance...” He acted so sad. “May his poor charred corpse rest in peace.”
“Okay, proven fact, I can't cook chicken. But, I can cook everything else.”
“Oh, I'm sure,” Justin said sarcastically. Then he got serious. He looked like he was debating with himself. “Dylan? What made you gay?” Well, that came out of nowhere.
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