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Date With Destiny
Chapter 7
Previously in Date With Destiny:
When I next opened them, it was morning. I looked down at Trey who didn’t seem to have moved much that night. Then my gaze rose to the door, where I saw that we weren’t alone in the room.
My sister stood there, gazing at us with a slight smirk.
“Wow Parker,” said Rebekka softly, “I never had you pegged as the gay type.”
My eyes widened in horror as I saw my older sister standing there looking at us. “What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Mom and dad sent me to pick you up,” Rebekka responded. “I just didn’t think I’d see this when I came in.”
Beside me, Trey stirred. “Parker, who are you talking to?” he asked without opening his eyes.
“Uh,” I said, trying to think of an answer. When I didn’t give one, he opened his eyes a bit and looked over at the door. When his eyes fell on Rebekka, they shot open and he stared for a full second before saying, “Shit!” and pulling the covers over his head and, consequently, mine.
“It’s not like she hasn’t seen a naked guy before,” I said with a slight smirk, forgetting the seriousness of the situation.
“Yes, but she hasn’t seen me before,” he shot back. “And I intend on keeping it that way. Plus, the view’s nice from here.”
I blushed slightly and smacked his head.
“Hello,” interrupted Rebekka indignantly. “I’m still here you know.”
“We know,” I said, looking her direction again as I slid the sheet down to where I could sit up without her seeing anything below my waist.
“How did you get in?” asked Trey.
This was a very valid question in my mind. I firmly remember him locking the door last night, so how did she get in?
“Your grandparents keep skeleton keys on top of the doorframe,” she responded.
I could hear a groan from under the covers. Obviously Trey hadn’t known that.
“Don’t worry about me saying anything though,” she said comfortingly. “I know just how much it would ruin both of your lives.”
“Well great, that’s one thing off of my list, now could you please get out so we can get dressed?” he asked.
She laughed before leaving and closing the door behind her. Once the door closed, Trey pulled the sheet down a bit, revealing the top part of his chest. He was glaring at the ceiling.
“Well good morning to you too,” I said, jokingly.
“Not funny,” he spat through gritted teeth, moving his glare to me.
I pulled him into a sitting position and kissed him gently on the lips. “Is that a better way to start your day off?” I asked.
He tried hard to fight a battle with the smile that wanted to make its way onto his face, and eventually lost.
“Yes,” Trey responded before kissing me again. Afterwards, he pulled away and said, “We should probably get dressed. Do you need to borrow some clothes?”
“Probably,” I said, thinking. “Do you have anything that’ll fit me?”
He got out of the bed and made his way over to the closet. As he walked, I admired the view from both the rear and the mirror on the closet. He stopped by the dresser and pulled out two pairs of boxers and tossed one pair to me.
“One size fits all on those,” he said, pulling his on and presenting me with a great view. Then he pulled open the mirrored door to the closet and grabbed two pairs of shorts and two t-shirts. He tossed one of each to me.
“The disadvantage of being tall and thin is that they only get one of your size in the stores and that pair is gone within minutes of arriving,” he said. “However, it’s good for you. The shirt might be a little tight though.”
We both quickly got dressed and then he walked over to me with a seductive smirk on his face. “You should definitely get shirts like these,” he said. “They definitely show off your muscles.”
I pulled him close and kissed him gently for a while. When I broke off the kiss, he smiled a bit.
“Aw, that’s so sweet!” said Rebekka, who had gotten into the room again.
The two of us both gave her a dirty look before breaking apart.
“You two might need to give me some tips for when I’m with Brian, because the two of us aren’t so sweet anymore,” she said, sitting down on the bed.
“You could see a sex therapist,” suggested Trey.
“Or a psychiatrist,” I offered, “for your obsession with watching your brother and his boyfriend.”
“Yeah, so how did this come about anyways?” Rebekka asked.
“Well, it all started with a bet,” I began. “Which I lost, so I have to date him for at least a year.”
“At least?” she asked.
“Well, if we work out, I’ll probably keep it going longer than a year,” I answered.
She nodded, understandingly. “Just don’t tell anyone else in the family,” she advised. “The last thing we need is for another family member to be kicked out onto the streets.”
“Same here,” stated Trey. “Everyone would cut me out of their wills, and I definitely want to be in those wills.”
We exchanged some more small talk and then I was forcibly removed from the room by Rebekka who barely allowed me to say goodbye, but apparently we had some time constraints with the airport, so I had to cut it short.
***
Two weeks later, school had started back up again. Finals had passed (thank god), and our new classes were just beginning.
Luckily for us, we had two classes back to back together, plus lunch in between them, so we were able to spend more time with each other.
Unbeknownst to Trey, I had signed up for some extra online courses to help me graduate early. I didn’t need too many more classes, and I figured that it would be easy for me to graduate early.
Our relationship was amazingly able to stay on the down low, which in our school is next to impossible. I felt myself falling harder and faster than I ever had before for someone, and I knew that I’d either crash and burn, or keep falling over and over again, and never being disappointed.
One night, after we had gone to the movies with some friends, we decided (against Trey’s better judgment) to go to the club.
There were many in the area, so we chose one that is relatively tame (and doesn’t ID).
We all got in and started dancing to the music. It was dark and people were moving so much that no one really noticed that even though we were facing girls, we were moving with each other.
Josh and Shelby’s relationship had ended, but they were still with us that night, so she and Trey were dancing, and I was dancing with Nicole. The other members of our little group had changed slightly to include a fellow soccer player – Blake Kirven – and his current girlfriend – Sabrina Rabon. Josh was with Savanna, a cheerleader at our school.
As the night went on, I noticed that Trey started to get wilder and wilder. When I talked to Shelby, she told me exactly why – Trey had been drinking a little bit.
At first, I wasn’t that concerned, but as time passed, he seemed really out of it, and his words were slurring together.
I decided to leave early, but I wasn’t expecting the fight he put up when I tried to get him to leave.
“Parker, let me go back and dance,” he slurred out as I lead him towards my car.
“Trey, you’re drunk,” I said testily. “The last thing you need is to have more access to alcohol and be on a dance floor.”
I was finally able to get him in and to my house without anyone noticing. I put him on the couch in my room while I took the bed. Normally I’d sleep with him, but I didn’t want to risk getting puke everywhere.
He fell asleep soon after and I did the same.
Now I knew what he meant when he said don’t take him to a club. I hadn’t known that he’d had some alcohol problems in the past, but I guess everyone has a little bit of baggage.
I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to see that Trey had climbed in with me. I smiled. His head was lying on my chest and his hair was splayed about. He had the look of perfect innocence while he was sleeping.
