My romantic story 2

100% fiction!

Time.......sucks. Third period. French 2. And all i can think about is that in an hour ill be walking with Rick to his house. I need to think about something to make time go faster so i choose something at random.

"Pomegranates" I say in my head "fruit that you cant bite, well, you cant exactly bite an orange either, unless you are weird. Pomegranate trees must be hard to grow seeing as there is so many seeds in a single fruit, or perhaps the plant is just trying to infest an area as soon as possible, it must have developed and adapted in an area where there was little room to grow and so it needed to have many seeds in the hope that one would find a place.

I wonder if they are tall, the outer membrane of the pomegranate would suggest that the fruit had to fall a bit of a distan-"

"Nathaniel." I hear Mrs. Bryant say as she breaks me from deep thought. "Don't forget you have to stay after school today to make up the test you missed."
Oh god, i'd completely forgotten. "Is it long?"

"I'd say so it was the midterm." What kind of teacher puts a midterm on a day that she knows 3 of the seniors will be gone for?
"Alright ill be there." I hate that i had to miss that period for theater, granted it was fun putting on a show for the school boys, but now i have to tell Patrick im going to take longer.

It's an early release day so there was no lunch and i didn't get to see Patrick, our third periods, which we walked to together yesterday after lunch, are right next to each other but after that we go in complete opposite directions and i didn't get to see him. Calculus is finally over so i begin to head toward the French room as everyone walks against me heading to the bus and carpool lane. I hope to see Rick on my way there but i got to the room before i could see him and Mrs. Bryant was waiting by the door.

"Come in quickly." I walk in and the room is empty, it's unnerving to see it this way. "Sit down and get started." She put the paper where i sit in her third period. I look over the test, 4 pages, short answer, Dear God.
I'm about 30 minutes into the test and I've only gotten a page and half done, it isn't hard it just takes an annoyingly long time.

"Nathaniel, i need to head to the office to make all my copies for next week it should take half an hour will you be alright."
"Oh Mrs. Bryant you know i will." that's one of the benefits to being an actor, you can convince teachers you like them when you don't.
"Oh i know, i trust you, it's the others i don't trust if i didn't have you in my class i don't think i'd still be sane."

I give a laugh as she walks out of the door, making sure to roll my eyes as i moved them back to the paper and work. I get about another page done in the next 15 minutes or so. I'm sorry Rick, i wonder where he is right now, did he wait for me? i hope not or i'd feel really ba-my thoughts are interrupted by a knocking at the door. I look behind me at the classroom door to see Patrick peeking through the little window in it, a smile spreads across my face.

Patrick walks in with little hesitation. "What are you doing?"
"Taking a midterm i missed, I'm gonna be a bit longer, sorry."
"Don't worry about it, where is the teacher?"
"She had to go make copies apparently."

"And she left you here alone?"
"Yeah, she trusts me." i say as he sits down in the desk next to me, he smells like cherries, i think i just wet myself a little.
"That's gay." .....did he just say that....he did just say that.

"HEY! watch it!" but before i could finish my rant he smiled and spoke.
"I knew it, i knew it! You are gay!" I feel really embarrassed.
"You knew?"

"Well no one knew for sure, no one i asked anyway, so i thought of a way to find out."
"You could have just asked."

"That's too blunt, it would have sounded rude." Actually he's right. Now that i think of it, it would have sounded rude, well i guess he wins that one. "Anyway dude don't sweat it, im gay too." Do my ears deceive me or am i in a dream? I guess he could see the shock on my face because he said "I thought you knew."

"Well i thought you might be."
"Haha, but you weren't sure?"
"No i wasn't, well it's good to know another gay guy."

"Yeah it always is." he said this in a softer tone, almost like he was thinking. "Well ill be waiting for you in the parking lot okay?"
"Okay i should be done soon." I say as he gets to the door.
"Alright, see you in a few." He says as he closes the door.

Wow. I have to run what just happened through my head several times before im able to get back to work. He is gay. Question 43...he was all this time....question 45.......I can't believe it...question 48. Mrs. Bryant walks back in and i look up only for a brief moment to see her carrying a small stack of papers as she smiles towards me while moving towards her desk. Question 49, and Question 50, Done, Finally.

I stand up and walk over to the desk "Here you are, im done."
"Ah, C'est dificile?" I try not to get annoyed as she starts speaking in french, she said was it difficult?

"Non, mais c'est long." No, but it was long.
"Ah, oui. Merci Nathaniel, a bientot." Ah, yes. thank you, see you later. Im excited to leave and get to see Rick, now that i know he's gay we have a lot in common, i don't know if he would go out with me though.

Reaching the parking lot i see Patrick standing by the entrance to the school, i walk almost to him but yell to him as i get close. "What are you doing over there?" I stop where i am and he starts to walk toward me looking confused.
"I thought we were walking to my house."
"Oh you actually meant walk? Well i cant just leave my wheels here."

"You have a car?" i begin to feel myself blushing again as i think about it, he loves cars and the fact that i have one makes my chances all the better.

"Yeah it's the last one in the lot, over there see?" I point to my right towards the middle of the parking lot outside the school where my car is parked, and i turn to see my red 2009 edition convertible mustang GT. Im looking at it when i hear a thud. I turn to see Patrick on his back on the ground.....

I didn't know what to do, did he really just faint right here? I picked him up in my arms and carried him to the car with ease, he's surprisingly light. I look at his unconscious face as i walk towards the car, he's so cute when he's sleeping.

I pull my keys out with one hand making sure not to drop him and unlock the passenger door and lay him in the seat, i close the door and run quickly around to the other side and jump in the car to start it. As soon as the car is on i turn up the cold air to try and wake him. No luck.

He's still out cold, he must have hit his head when he fell. I open the top of the car up to give him some fresh air, but he still doesn't wake up. I don't want to do anything cruel to wake him up, i could rev the engine but that might scare him. I decide it would be best to take him back to his house.

I can hear the dial tone as i hold the phone to my ear. "Hello?"
"Catherine?"
"Hey, whats up?"
"Do you know where Patrick lives?"
"....What are you up to?"

"It's a long story, ill tell you later i just need to know where he lives."

"Alright fine, you know the old mill, well if you go past that you'll see a neighborhood on the left, his street is the third on the right and he's the last house on the street you cant miss it."
"Thanks Catherine i'll talk to you later okay?"
"You better." *Click*

Well i guess i'm going to his house. I look at Patrick who is still out cold, his head falling forward slightly, i decide to lean his chair back so he wont hurt himself while im driving, i lean over him to grab the lever, pull it and his seat reclines a good foot and a half. He should also be wearing a seat belt, i have to reach even farther past his right shoulder to grab the belt and the smell of cherries once again fills my nose, what a soothing yet intoxicating smell, i just want to kiss him.

But i know better, i buckle his seat belt and put the car into drive. With the top down a bit of the wind gets past the windshield and hits us, not enough to make you cold but enough to move your hair. I realize what a beautiful day it is, i see the old mill and the neighborhood up ahead when a thought begins to worry me. When i get to his house....how am i going to explain this to his parents?