Just a Question of Love - part 42

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic
Though it's not the 'month-aversary' Owen expects, he is pleasantly surprised

Submitted: December 18, 2008

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It’s a little past 11 o’clock when I see hear my cell phone vibrate beside me. I was just…resting my eyes but they spring open, hoping it will be Matt. For the first time in a few days, things actually go as planned.

“Hey,” I say.

“Hi.”

“How’d the gig go?”

“Good. Unusual though.”

“How so?” I ask, settling back on my stack of pillows.

“It was an acoustic and I didn’t sing. But it was still good.” I hear rustling from his end of the phone and imagine him lounging on his bed, just like I’m doing.

“That’s good.”

“Yeah. What’d you do tonight?”

“Homework. Dinner with my parents. Watched a movie. You know, the usual.”

He lets out a little laugh that warms me to my very core. “Well I guess our ‘usuals’ are a little different. What movie did you watch?”

I cringe, though he can’t see me. “Promise not to laugh?”

“No,” he replies.

Thaaanks. Well I guess I’ll tell you anyways. It was,” I pause dramatically, “The Notebook.”

“We got ourselves a secret romantic here, huh?” he teases.

“Don’t tell.”

“Okay, I won’t. For now. It’s way too good for blackmail.”

“Hey! That’s not nice.”

“I’m not a nice boy,” he says lightly, but a trace of sadness creeps in while his guard is down.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I think you’re very, very nice. Not to mention very, very cute and very, very sexy and very, very-”

“Okay, I get it. You think I’m amazing,” he chides. I can hear his smile and it makes me feel better to know that he feels better.

“Pretty much,” I reply. I hear him yawn and another rustle of sheets.

“Well your secret‘s safe with me, Casanova. Listen, I’m beat. I’m going to bed.”

“Okay. Good night, baby. I love you.” I cross my fingers and silently plead for him to return the sentiment.

“Good night. I…will see you tomorrow.” The momentary hesitation raises my hopes that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way I do. I smile at the phone, though only the dial tone is on the line. I curl up inside my covers and drift off into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of the possibilities for tomorrow.


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