29 May 2012
The next few days were spent being lazy; I would wake up at whatever hour I chose, and would tiptoe out of my room so as not to wake Mollie. I would make my way around to the boys dorms, and along to the end of the main corridor, where I knew Nate would be waiting for me.
As I wondered past groups of boys, or rooms with doors open, I'd get wolf whistles and compliments on my figure, as I strutted past wearing nothing else but one of Nate's shirts. The good thing about having a muscular boyfriend, is knowing that his shirts would always fit.
As I pushed the door open, he murmured awake and looked across at me "Oh, that's were that shirt got to." he said, rolling over so he was facing me. His voice sounded sleepy and he was squinting, but he still looked amazing.
"Morning sleepy head" I said, lifting up the covers and cuddling close to him.
We had all this arranged: we knew we couldn't stay over in each other's rooms, so instead we stayed late into the night in my room, and Nate moved back into his in the late hours of the evening, and as soon as I woke up I went to Nate's room. That way, it felt like we'd spent the whole night together.
Today was the morning before prom, which began in the evening. As soon as we had prom, the semester was over, and so was the school year. Because of this, we knew this was the last opportunity we'd have to practise our new routine. Nate's belongings were starting to make their way across his room; migrating as a group towards his suitcases. I looked up at Nate, who had already fallen back asleep. I sat up momentarily and looked across at Charlie, sleeping on the other bed. He too was shirtless but he draped himself over the bed, his long limbs dangling off the bed. Nate was a much more beautiful sleeper; he lay there, body straight, eyes closed peacefully. After holding him for ten minutes or so, I decided that he was deep enough asleep that I could move. I sat up, peeled his arm off from around my shoulders, and headed over to the suitcases by the wall. I unzipped the one I knew was Nate's, and started to sort the two boy's junk into two piles, depending on its owner. I decided I'd pack Nate's things, as I didn't really know what to do with all of Charlie's bits and pieces.
As I pulled the hard lid off the suitcase, I started to organise his clothes: the shirts and jackets that he wore to school, and the t-shirts and polo shirts he wore after; smelling each as I folded and packed them. They smelt of him: a musky smell, athletic but expensive. A scent that woke me in the morning and was the last thing I smelt before I drifted off to sleep at night.
When all his clothes were packed, I sat on his suitcase so I was able to zip it shut. I decided not to lock it just yet, in case he forgot anything. I then unzipped his second suitcase, and I started to do the same with his objects, mainly clutter. I considered throwing some of it away, but I resisted the temptation, knowing that some of it was probably secretly sentimental. As I packed everything away, I came across pictures of us together that were taken before all the drama and that included M; and some that were from recently. I flicked through this pile of Polaroid pictures, and noticed that he had been almost studying me. Like a seasoned photographer, he had caught me in the best lights, the best positions. He's captured the emotion of the moment with me barely noticing.
I heard one of the boys start to wake, but I didn't know which one it was. I was too busy flicking through the photographs to notice Nate sitting up and looking at me.
"Grew tired of lying with me so you thought you'd have a good look through my stuff did you?" he said, pulling a serious face but struggling to hide back his grin.
"What are these?" I asked
"Those are how I'm going to remember you when we don't see each other everyday. Those are the perfect memories of my perfect girlfriend."
I lay them down where I had found them and sat on the bed to kiss him.
"I've packed your clothes too" I said, gesturing towards the suitcase stood up by the door.
"Thank you baby," he said, kissing me "but how far did you get through my things?"
"Not very far..." I answered suspiciously "Why?"
"Oh no reason," he added
"Alright," I said, still wondering what he was hiding from me. "Well I'd better get back to my room and pack up, so I'll see you later" I said, pecking him on the cheek.
As I was half way across his room, he crossed his arms and stuck his bottom lip out, "Do I not get a proper kiss?" he laughed, and rolling my eyes I went across the room again to give him a 'proper kiss'.
I went back to my room and packed up my clothes. It was hard to concentrate on it though, as I still wasn't sure about what he was hiding from me. Why would he hide something from me? And if he did what could it be? I was sure I'd find out tonight, I thought, looking across at the mannequin in the corner, which had my finished prom dress sat on it.
Love You So: PART THIRTY • Opuss № I