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The Boy with No Name - 12. Chapter 12

9 AM. Jesse and I hear the door opening to the hotel room. Shit. It’s Timmy. He’s the only other one with a key. Jesse scrambled to get out of the bed and ruffle the other bed’s blankets to make it look like he slept in it. He finished just in time.
“Morning fellas. Did you have a nice SEXLESS sleep?”
Oh, if he only knew. I got out of bed still not sure if what happened last night was real. You would think that Jesse in my bed would confirm it, but no. I still wanted to believe that it was all in my head, a fantasy.
“So I guess you had a good time with that girl last night.” I said.
“Good time doesn’t even begin to describe. She had an amazing body and she did this thing with her tongue. Ooh” He shook his body. “It was awesome!”
“Can you please keep it PG? I just woke up.” I said.
“Oh you don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t even like women.” said Timmy. “But I bet Jesse knows what I’m talking about.”
Jesse gave a fake smile. I could tell it was fake from just one look into his eyes.
“So, are you guys ready to get out of here?” asked Timmy.
“Yeah, I’ve got to get dressed.” I said, but before I got out, I looked under the blankets. I realized that I was naked. “Leave so I can get dressed.”
“Okay, I’m going to go get some breakfast. Do you guys want anything?”
“Can you get me some pancakes?” I asked.
“Sure” said Timmy. “You want anything Jesse?”
“Just get me some potatoes or something.” said Jesse.
“Cool, I’ll be back.” said Timmy as he left.
“Shit, that was close.” I said. “He almost caught us.”
“Caught us doing what?” asked Jesse.
“Well, we were in bed together. I’m still butt ass naked for Christ’s sake.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” said Jesse going into the bathroom. He closed the door.
“What the fuck?” I whispered. Maybe it really was a fantasy. Maybe it didn’t happen the way that I thought.
I took a deep breath and got out of bed to put on clothes. Once I got dressed, I started to pace again.
I wasn’t sure what to do. I was so confused. I knew I had an active imagination, but was it so active that I would imagine having sex with Jesse?
Jesse came out with a fresh set of clothes on and looked at me pacing.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I told you. I pace when I’m nervous.”
“When did you tell me that?” he asked.
“Just stop, Jesse! Stop doing this!”
“Doing what?”
“You’re being an asshole, that’s what you’re doing?”
“What the fuck is up with you? You’re acting all crazy.” said Jesse.
I was about to explode. Was I really going crazy? Or was Jesse just in denial? I couldn’t figure it out. My mind was going a million miles a minute.
“Jamie, slow down. You’re freaking me out.” said Jesse.
“You…you shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear you talk.”
“Fine, I won’t talk.” said Jesse.
Timmy walked back into the room.
“What the hell is going on here?” asked Timmy.
“What do you mean?” asked Jesse.
“I mean, you can cut the tension in here with a knife.”
“I thought you were getting breakfast?” I asked.
“They’re going to bring it to the room. Are you sure nothings going on here?” asked Timmy.
“Just leave it alone, Timmy.” I said.
“What’s with you two?” asked Timmy. “One minute you’re buddy buddy and the next you look like you’re about to punch each other out.”
“I told you to leave it alone, Timmy.”

* * *

The ride home was silent. Even Stacy picked up on the tension. She kept asking about it, but I couldn’t even bring myself to look at her. It was just too awkward. I felt way too guilty.

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