"Ooh, leave me alone," I sigh. "I might have been wrong about him. He's a pretty decent guy. I think we might try and get together again. We'll see." I walk to my bedroom to change clothes, and Kimber follows me. She lies across my bed while I put on a pair of cut-off sweat shorts and a cami.
I watch Kimber as she stares up at the ceiling in deep thought with her wavy blonde hair fanned out around her. Kimber is beautiful, and she knows it. She's fit but has been blessed with feminine curves, where I have more of a straight, lean body. Typical ballerina form.
Still staring at the ceiling, she says, "Shit, Candace, do you realize that we are about to start our senior year, and I have yet to come across any decent husband material?"
I bust out into a fit of laughter. "Is this the crap that is constantly floating through your head?"
"Well...kinda. I mean, I have never had to work a day in my life, and I'll be damned if I have to work after we graduate. I mean, if I had a job, when would we ever hang out?" She gives me an evil smirk.
"You're crazy, but I love you so much." I lay down behind her and give her a tight hug.
"Hey, girls," Jase's voice booms through the house.
I jump up, run to the living room, and give him a big hug. Kimber quickly follows me and steps in for her hug while I take the two wine bottles out of his hands. I walk to the kitchen to grab a corkscrew and some wine glasses. When I return to the living room, I set everything down on the coffee table and make myself comfortable on the floor. Opening the wine, I pour myself a glass while I watch Kimber and Jase talk as they sit together on the couch. Jase is a very attractive guy. He has a hard, athletic build, and his skin is lightly tanned. He wears his thick, brown hair, which has turned more of a blond over the course of the summer, lightly gelled in a messy faux-hawk. His eyes are a unique shade of light gold that stand out against his dark lashes.
"So, how was your trip to San Diego?" I ask.
Jase finishes pouring his glass and says, "It was good. I hung out with friends, went out to a few bars, and saw some bands. You know, the usual visit home."
I take a sip of my wine and smile, "Well, we're glad you're back."
"You have no idea how happy I am to be back," he says with a straight face, and I can see a hint of tension in his eyes.
"Man, was it that bad, Jase?" Kimber asks.
"It's just not home to me anymore. Plus, I missed you bitches," he laughs, and his mood instantly shifts. "So, what have I missed?"
I get the feeling that Jase is hiding something about his trip back home. I look at him as he is downing his glass of wine faster than usual. Yep, he's definitely hiding something. I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I hear Kimber speak up.
"Well, Candace is dating a douche from Mommy and Daddy's country club," she says as she winks at me.
"I am not!" I say. "We went out for drinks. That's all."
"Are you seeing him again?" she asks even though she already knows the answer.
"You're seeing him again?" Jase questions, scrunching his eyebrows together. "Wait, who's him? Who are you seeing?"
"No. I mean, yes. God, really, it's no big deal."
"Must be if he's getting a second date," Jase says as he takes another drink. "Is that where you were earlier? On your date?"
"Uh huh," I nod.
"Where did you guys go? You never told me," Kimber asks as she folds her legs underneath her.
"We went to Prescriptions."
"I love that place," Kimber says. "Anyway. New subject. What the hell are we doing this week before classes start back up?"
"I have some serious studio time I need to put in. I also have to work."
"You always keep yourself so busy," Jase says. I don't even try to make excuses because he's right. I just shake my head and take another sip of my wine.
After a while, Jase and Kimber decide to watch some trash TV. I move to the couch and lie down with my head on Jase's lap while we all watch MTV. As he combs his fingers through my hair, it isn't long until I doze off.
I wake up to the feel of my bed dipping down and I smell wine. Jase lies behind me and wraps his muscular arms around my waist. I nestle back into his warm chest.
"Did I wake you?" he whispers.
"Yeah, but it's okay," I mumble quietly. "What time is it?"
"Around two. You passed out, so I carried you in here and hung out with Kimber for a while longer."
"Is she asleep?"
"Yeah, and snoring like a beast." We both laugh quietly at his words.
I roll over in his arms to face him in the dark, even though we can't see each other. I lay my head on his chest, and he wraps one arm around my waist and the other cups the back of my head.
"So, why did your trip really suck? I know something's bothering you."
Jase lets out a long sigh before saying, "I told them."
I wrap my arms tighter around him. "What did they say?"
"They threw me out."
My heart breaks and a quiet tear escapes my eye and rolls onto his bare chest.
"I'm so sorry. Why didn't you call me?"
"I don't know. I was embarrassed, I guess. I haven't told anyone what happened. I don't want the pity."
"You know I don't pity you, right?"
"Yeah," he whispers and kisses the top of my head.
"I'm sad because I love you. When your heart hurts, so does mine. Your pain is my pain."
We lie there together holding each other as my heart breaks to sync up with his already broken one. I love Jase. He's my best friend. We have a deep connection that runs through us and links us together. He has had a lot of pain in his life. He had a sister that was two years older than him. They were extremely close, but she died in a car crash the night of her senior prom. His parents still refuse to touch her room, like they are expecting her to come home one day.
Jase was extremely confused with his sexuality in high school. He said he didn't want to be gay and figured if he just slept with enough girls, maybe he would start to feel differently. So he slept around. A lot. He told me that growing up, he felt trapped as if he was living a lie—silently suffering on the inside as he held on to his secret. Until he came to college, no one ever knew he was gay. I'm happy he finally told his parents though. He needed to free himself of the secret he had been keeping from them. I hate that they turned their backs on their own son and would just toss him out of their home like he didn't even matter to them.
"You know this is your home, don't you? Right here with me. Kimber and I are your home. And we don't give a shit that you like guys."
Jase kisses the top of my head, and I grip my arms tighter around him.
"Jase?" I whisper.
"Yeah, sweetie?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
I wake up to the smell of bacon and coffee. "Thank God." I roll out of bed and make my way to the kitchen where Jase is cooking breakfast. Just another reason why I love him so much: he loves to cook, and I love to eat.
"Hey, lovely," he says to me over his shoulder as I pad into the kitchen.
I walk over to the stove where he is scrambling some eggs, and I lift up on my toes to kiss him on the cheek. "Morning," I say, then stroll over to grab a mug, and I begin to pour myself a cup of coffee. "What time did you wake up?"