How Do I Feel About This

I couldn't bring myself to look directly in his face so I tired to focus on his ear or neck.  I have to answer him.  How do I answer him.  Before I could deliberate any more I said "okay".

"Okay".  He repeated the word quietly, almost to himself.  I think we both breathed a little easier.  "Well, I guess we should probably go try to finish that room of yours."

"I think mom and dad are upstairs and I don't want to bother them.  I better wait until tomorrow."

"All right, but does that mean our date is off?"

"No.  We're almost done.  I'll finish it in the morning and be ready by whenever you want to go."

"I have to work until six.  I can pick you up around seven?"

"Okay."  I was looking towards the other end of the porch and I could see his hand coming towards my face in my peripheral vision.  I didn't move.  Softly he touched my cheek.  Then placed his fingers on my chin and pulled my face towards him.

"I hope you get more comfortable with me."  He dropped his hand.

"What do you mean?"

"I think you're worse than I am.  I have a hard time opening up to new people and feeling comfortable with them.  I just get the impression after these last few days that you may find that hard too."

Is this what I have to do?  Make him fight for this?  Without knowing why or where I got the courage I leaned forward and kissed him.  Ever so slightly he leaned into me and I have never felt such feelings from a touch.  It was gentle.  Soft.  And wanted.  He didn't reach out to touch me or grab me.  I absorbed the smell of paint, turpentine, his still slightly pepperoni-ed breath.  We pulled apart but stayed face to face.

"I'm really looking forward to this summer Nicky."

"Me too."  From the kitchen a light shown through the house and made a slight play on his face.  His eyes were still a little red looking and a few specks of paint were flecked on his forehead. I couldn't resist as I reached up to touch his cheek.  Briefly I ran a finger on his cheek.  And then let my hand drop.

"I suppose I should gt going?"  Weird as it may sound I couldn't wait for him to leave.  I wanted to think about this.  I think I had enough for one day and I knew I would spend the night re-living it and making sense of it.

I needed to be alone with how I felt.

How did I feel?

"Probably."  He stood up and I went with him to the steps.  I stopped as he went down the steps.  I think he expected me to go to his car with him but I didn't realize it in time.  I am going to be clumsy at this.  At the bottom of the steps he turned to look at me but I wasn't there and he looked up to see me at the top of the steps.

"Tomorrow?"

"I'll be ready."

"Okay."

"Okay."  I watched until he was in the car and starting to leave then I went in to the house.  I locked up and went upstairs.  I went to my room and was disappointed at the mess that lay in there.  I walked in to start working and stopped inside the door.  It was all painted.  I just needed to do a double check and make sure it didn't need another coat and clean everything up and put everything back.  I looked around at 'that was all I have to do' and was suddenly very tired.  Too tired.  I took the brushes and rollers to the basement and cleaned them and propped them in the utility sink to dry.  I went to my room and flipped the tarp around until I could get some clean underwear and pajamas.  In the bathroom I shed all of my grimy clothes and the rest of the grime in the shower.  I fought off thinking of Shawn.  Not yet.  Not until I was completely alone and not doing anything.  I finished showering, teeth brushing and dressing and went to mom and dad's room to say goodnight.

Mom was reading and dad was watching TV.

"Just wanted to say good night."  Expectantly mom laid her book down and dad turned down the TV.  Now what am I suppose to say.

"We looked in the room.  It's going to look nice."  I smiled and hoped this was a way out.

"I thought so, looks better than I thought it would."

"That was nice of Shawn to come over and help."  Here we go.  

"Yep."  I have to say more than 'yep' or they will never forgive me.   "Uhm..I'm going out tomorrow night.   If that's okay I mean."  Criminy I don't even know how to ask my parents for permission to go on a date.  Do I even have to ask?  Too sad for even me to think about.

Mom smiled and looked at dad who took over.  "I would think it's okay if that's what you want to do.  I guess we can trust you enough to know if that's what you want to do."  He must have noticed the bewilderment on my face.  "What I mean is, I don't think you have to ask us permission to go on a date."

"Oh...okay."  I couldn't even do that right for them.  They missed out on that whole deal.

"But I think you need to let us know when you are going and when you will be back."  Mom piped in quickly. "I mean, so we don't worry and everything.   And..."  She looked at dad and I could tell she was going to say something they hadn't discussed.  "I think you need to be home by a decent time, maybe...one?"  Actually I felt relieved.  There was still time for them to be parental and do that thing that parents do.

"Okay."  That seemed to be a good word for the night.  I felt good that they still had that and even that they thought I still needed that I guess.  "I think I can do that."  Aside from the graduation party I don't think there were a whole lot of occasions that I ever had to worry about a one a.m. curfew.  For them, and tonight for me, I went to them and kissed them good night.  I backed up to the doorway.  "I think I'll sleep in the guest room tonight.  The tarp doesn't look too comfortable."

They smiled and returned to their book and TV.