open up her home to me. I knew it was just she and her older brother, but I still hated to intrude. So I ended up asking her 50 times after she made the offer if she was sure it was okay. Winter took out her house key, unlocked the front door, and walked through the threshold with me at her heels. “Kai?” she shouted to the house at large, “we’re here!” I set my bags down in the foyer, slightly nervous to be meeting her brother so soon.
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I heard Winter’s voice from the kitchen and I came out to greet her. “Hey sis.” I said to her, giving her a hug. I looked to you and gave you a short but welcoming smile. “You must be the friend. I’m Kai.” I said to her. “I’m crashing in the den, you’re welcomed to take my room so you don’t have to share Winter’s tiny ass bed. She snores and kicks by the way.”
Your hair…was blue. I tried my best not to gawk. I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised what with Winter’s ashy hair color, yet it still wasn’t what I expected. The blue hair suited you, however. It seemed to be a more recent acquisition–I could tell because the color hadn’t faded, although your roots were starting to show a little bit. I felt like I was staring at a blue-haired version of Kurt Cobain, except with brown eyes instead of blue. Sexy yet grungy, charming yet dark and slightly mysterious. It was definitely apparent that you and Winter were family.
“Oh, I’m Lucy,” I said, coming to my senses. “And really, don’t let me kick you out of your own bedroom. I don’t mind sharing with Winter,” I answered, shooting her a pleading glance. Winter returned my look with a smile.
“Nonsense. This is your home now too. Besides, Kai’s been living down in the den for a while now…weirdo,” she muttered as an afterthought. She bit her lip and kicked her foot out in your direction. “Will you show her around, please? I want to get my stuff unpacked and put away,” Winter said to you.
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I took the hint and grabbed your bags for you. “Come on, I’ll show you to my room.” I told you as I started to walk. We went down to the den first on my way to the bedroom.
“I’m down here if you need anything. If you hear noises coming from down here that’s me obviously. I suggest you don’t come down until they stop unless you want to see me having sex or masturbating.” I spoke openly.
I chuckled at your face. “I’m an open guy. I prefer to not have secrets.”
Heat rushed to my face and to my core as I unwillingly imagined you fucking and/or playing with your own cock.
“O-oh,” I stammered then giggled awkwardly, struggling to keep my cool. I felt a sudden urge to excuse myself from your presence and go take a cold shower, but I pushed that aside.
“So you have a girlfriend then?” I asked nonchalantly as I stared around the basement den that actually seemed quite cozy.
“Nope, single actually.” I told you before I went to take a seat on the couch and flip the tv on. “On occasion I just go out and just have one of those one time hook up deals. Of course when I actually feel like putting up an effort.”
“Wanna watch some tv before you unpack? I find just chilling for a bit is usually best before doing tedious work. Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky and I’ll make a pass at you.”
I was going to kill Winter for not warning me about you. Sure, I’m saved from spending my summer in a boring group home, but now I’ve been thrown in a snake pit instead. The worst part of it was, I wanted to be here.
I was a virgin. I shied away from guys my whole life up until this point, shoving them all towards my friends instead. I had grown up with ‘sex=bad’ ingrained in my brain, so I just stayed away from the opposite sex all together. But now I couldn’t. And I had no clue how to handle myself.
I wanted you—oh yes, I wanted you badly. But I knew it was inherently wrong—for one thing, Winter was my best friend, I couldn’t just fuck her brother! And two, I had only known you for approximately two and a half minutes.
So I settled for the best option I could think of: I sat down on the cushion next to you on the couch to show you I was interested, but I sat on my hands and remained as tense as possible to hopefully convey that I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing.
I looked sideways at you. “I came here with Winter—I don’t think she would like me messing around with you, don’t you think?” My eyes widened innocently and the tiniest of smiles played on my lips.
Who knows, maybe you were joking about the whole thing?
I just shook my head, “Trust me, I got into this argument with one of her friends and after that I made a promise to myself I was staying away from all of Winnie’s friends at that point. I’ve also had an STD scare from a one night stand so I never really sleep with a person I’ve literally just met.”
I could see how tense you were and a gave you a smile, “You can relax, I’m not going to hit on you, you’re not really my type anyway. I’m more into red heads.”
I snorted, then removed the black beanie hat that had previously been hiding my shorter pixie cut with a flourish to reveal my vivid red hair. I did relax a bit though now that I knew you were joking. Still, the entire situation was quite ironic and I felt bad that I hadn’t taken my beanie off earlier. I wear it often and also often forget when it is on and when it is not.
“Well uh, this is a bit awkward,” I giggled nervously as I patted my hair down from being messed up by the hat. “I’m sorry,” I said, looking down at my hands. I knew it wasn’t my fault, but for whatever reason I felt like I had withheld the truth from you about something serious.
“Let me rephrase. I like natural red heads. I can see your roots.” I clarified. I resettled on the couch since you moved on the couch. “So how long are you staying here? I know break is a week, but I think Winter said about leaving in three days.”
Ignoring your jab at my hair, I stared at you in disbelief. “You’re joking, right?” I asked with a laugh. “It’s summer break…which is three months long, not three days.”
I shook my head and rolled my eyes, sighing. I didn’t know whether to laugh or be angry.
“However,” I continued, “I can see I’m not welcome here. I’ll just take my bags and grab a bus back to the group home in Pennsylvania…” I stood up to leave.
“Hold, on. I didn’t say you weren’t welcomed here. I was just shitting with you about the entire break thing, but I know Winter said she was going to leave in three days for something, I don’t know. I just wanted to know if I’m keeping you company or if you’re going with her because my idiot sister doesn’t know how to communicate with me.”
“Oh,” I said, then sat back down awkwardly, my face heating up. “Sorry,” I said sheepishly, giggling nervously.
“Well, she doesn’t know how to communicate with me either apparently because she never told me she was leaving. I wish she had, because now I’m stuck with you,” I rolled my eyes again, fighting the urge to smile.
“Unless you’d rather have me see what she’s up to and tag along with her?” I glanced sideways at you, resting my chin on my hand.
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