Jermaine's Changing Experiences: A Narrative Fiction

Jermaine looked really nervous and would hardly look me in the face. I figured he was finally getting uncomfortable with me being gay. He was probably thinking of the best way to get out of sleeping in the same bed with me.
"If you want I can sleep on the floor." I offered as I dropped my stuff.
Jer cleared his throat. "No no. I'm not kicking you off your own bed."
"Then you want the floor?" I asked pulling out a sleeping bag.
"Do you want me on the floor?"
Of course, I didn't but I shrugged. "Just thought you'd be more comfortable."
He chuckled. "You'd thought I'd be more comfortable on the floor then a bed?"
I sucked my teeth and dropped the bag my desk.
"Do what you want." He was smiling now but his face got real serious and his brow …show more content…

When I got up I still heard your thank you speech. It was nice. I kind of thought you were just being nice to make me feel like I should be there. But thanks. I'm glad you stuck with me too."
"What do you mean? Your the one that had to put up with me getting in the way."
"Jer when I got here I was so angry and pissed off at everyone even to you. I scared off a lot of people. Even my own cousins kept me at a distance, didn't really want to get to know me they were just dealing with me because they had to. But you didn't owe me anything. You just wanted to be my friend. It took me months to believe you. You're the only reason people have given me a second chance. I'd probably still be sitting in the back of the cafe stabbing the wall with a knife if you weren't my friend. So yeah, thanks for …show more content…

"Wha,"He then hopped out of bed before I could read his face. "Of course you are. Let's go see what's downstairs."
"Ah, sure I'll meet you down there."
He paused but left in a hurry.
I hung my head in my knees. Why did I kiss him? Why did I put his hands on my body? He's too nice of a guy to punch me out but maybe he should.

He stood over me and bent over to kiss me. "I've been wanting to do that for a while."
"Why didn't you?"
"I wasn't sure if you wanted me to. You're tough to figure out." I pushed him back laughing.
"Me? Your the one acting all weird like you didn't wanna be here one minute then the next you-you do that!"
He rubbed his arm playing as if it even hurt."
"Sorry. I was nervous." He swallowed and shrugged his face looked a little blushed. "This is new to me ya know."
"I know." We got quite again I smelled something burning and I ran over to flip the pancakes. One side was completely black. I dropped it on the plate.
"But I meant what I said." He took my free hand. "I've been wanting to do this for a while but I wasn't sure if you wanted to do it or not."
"How long?"
"A while." He