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The truth
“Your parents don’t say anything at all?” I asked, honestly perturbed by the fact.
He smiled his handsome devilish grin, “No.”
“Well, then, light it and play the movie.” I said, sitting on his love seat.
I was already used to the quiet austereness of his room. It was barely lit and the objects, misplaced carelessly around the roomThough this details were barely noticeable. The bed sheets were black, the walls, once white, were now painted upon, with his intricate designs, and in intervals, decorated with the faces of the dead musicians he loved. The chair was the exception to the gloominess of the room; it was a bright orange hue, which personally, I knew he hated. Why he had kept it, was alien to me.
For many afternoons I had visited this dim lit room, but this was the first time I’d done it for a specific reason, a wrong one.
I’d never seen him do it before. He lit the joint with the same delicate hands he drew and painted, with a certain kind of love. He turned towards me and smiled knowingly: I’d never smoked before. “Are you ready?”
Before answering, I stared blankly at the television set. The movie of choice had been, strangely, his, Atonement. “Yes.”
We sat down next to each other. The love seat still leaving enough space to fit two more of us. He handed me the joint and smiled. “Trust me, you’ll be okay. I’ll be here.”
I breathed deeply and took a small, suppressed drag, then another, and another. It wasn’t long after that I started feeling differently. I was losing track of time, the minutes, the voices in the movie, and the soft M83 song playing in the background, mixed together, creating a symphony of sounds, as a movie of my own. I looked towards Callum. He was smiling wildly at me with his boyish grin. I smiled back, but noticed the pit in the bottom of my stomach. It churned at the sight of him. I knew I wasn’t in my right mind, but I also knew I’d always wanted to kiss him, and then and there would be my only opportunity. I’d never been brave. So I did. I felt my lips burn against his. The rough movements of our mouths took over our brains. I felt his hands slide towards my neck and kiss it, feverishly. I wanted him, wanted him more than anything in the world.