Title: In that moment
Author: tres1992
Jess
The moment happens everyday, when I see his face. The world just falls away. He is the only thing that matters. The way his hair moves, the way his shirt clings to his tight body. Those beautiful smiles he gives people. Wrap all of those things and add that he is sweet, funny, and un-believably hard working, you get Dean Forrester.
That's right, Jess the tough boy mess is gay. Big shocker, I know. Dean has filled my mind. For how long? I would say days's but I would be lying it would be weeks, but one more time I lie. He has filled my mind for months. Grrr, another lie. He has been in my mind since I got here in this hick town.
Who knew the love of my life was here. God, it's all irony. I hated this town. Hell, I even thought I hated him for a while. He, I thought, infuriated me. What I thought was hatred was actually obsession. I even stole his girlfriend just so I could be near what I would imagine was him.
Today, He was wearing a brown sweater a a pair of jeans, both of which I imagined to be on the floor next to my bed at luke's. He had walked into the cafeteria and took a seat at my table, but at the opposite end. As I ate my, pasta with ragu I stole glances up at him. A few times I thought I saw him looking back. However, I was probably just super-imposing it onto him.
As I finished lunch, he suddenly got up also. And because I am so graceful , we bumped into each other. We did the whole " oh my god I just spilt my tray on you" bit. I got the ragu on my sweater. " Oh Jess, I'm so sorry" He replied as I jumped back. He began to wipe the ragu off my sweater. He was wiping it away in an almost seductive way. Once again I was probably super-imposing it.
However, I also felt he was doing it on purpose.
"It's no problem " I smiled. " Did you get any on you?"
"No, No I'm fine"
"Good" I couldn't help but let some sadness go in my voice.
He smiled. " Let's see if we can get you out of that shirt and into a new one"
"Okay" We left the caf and went to my locker.
"Good thing I still have my gym shirt"
Dean did a little laugh. " Yeah good thing"
I grabbed the shirt and began to walk to the bathroom. He followed, but slowly. When we finally got to the bathroom I took of my shirt. This time I swear I saw him, do the googly eyes thing. I then changed into my gym shirt. " I hate this shirt" I said with half a laugh, and half an obvious wanting.
"Why? I think it looks good." He said returning the wanting but in a non- invasive way.
"You do?" I said, putting more then just that in the question.
"Yeah" He said, moving closer.
"Good" I returned by moving closer.
"Good" He slowly moved so close that I could feel his breathe on my face. After standing there, uncomfortably close for about two seconds he did the cute kiss back up head thing. I did the same. We began to make- out, after a few seconds of that we slowly backed up into a stall. Needless to say what happened after that. .
Then the bell rang, and we both scattered to our class. Dean had messed up hair and had forgotten to completely re-zip his pants, so his fly was open.
I had equally messed up hair and my shirt was ripped. I think people thought we had been fighting. It made me laugh. I think I almost laughed out loud. I could also see Dean smiling.
END