Saturday

                                    

                                          
   	 	
                          
After he left, I could hardly keep myself from texting him every few seconds. I sent about five or six messages though till the time I got to bed and, the funny thing is, he replied immediately.
                          
And somehow like that, after texting each other for a while on Saturday morning, he sends this message, "Instead of texting, wouldn't it be better to meet?"
                          
Hell, yeah! "When and where?" Yeap! I sound as desperate and willing as I am and I am not ashamed of it. "Come pick me up at five and then go for a coffee." "Deal!"
                          
Shower! If I do it just before leaving, my parents won't stop complaining, "You'll catch a cold," and the likes of that so, I do it now. Then lunch. Then getting ready. Then I leave. Half an hour early. Half an hour and I need fifteen minutes maximum to go to his home.
                          
So, I wait at his apartment building's door for the right time, and then send him a message that I am there. "Come up," he texts and at the same moment I hear the sound letting me know I can now push the door open. I get in, call the elevator, get in and... yeap! "Which floor?" "4." And I go up.
                          
The door opens and I see his hand motioning to me to come in, but he is behind the door. My heart is racing and I am already horny, just by the possibility he is naked. And he indeed is.
                          
He closes the door, grabs my hand and takes me to his room. "My parents will be back soon, so we don't have much time to play, but... well... it is better than nothing, isn't it?"
                          
 "Much better!" He smiles. He hugs me tightly but not for long and then he starts getting dressed. And we leave his home. Ok, ok, I know. It is not that exciting for you, but it is for me, so bear with it. And he seems happy, so all is good.
                          
So, now we are at a cafe, drinking our coffees and having a very pleasant and relaxing time. And then shit happens. Katherine Glover, Anna Dale and Mark Garner enter the place. It is easy to spot us and they do at once. Fuck!
                          
Of course they come to our table, of course they kiss me for a hi – they never do that, but now they do – and even Mark says "hi" to me, and of course they sit down as if they were invited. I am furious, but Jimmy is his everyday, smiling and polite self.
                          
Ok, I know this was not a date. I knew it even before it started. I know it was a friendly hang out type of thing, but I wanted it so much to be with Jimmy and Jimmy alone. It is nice being with him even when we are talking about the weather and the lifespan of the mosquito. Why should the hypocrites invade my date, or whatever?
                          
They can talk with Jimmy anytime they wish, and they even have each other. So, why?
                          
 "Because obviously, they cannot talk with Jimmy anytime they wish."
                          
 "Sure they can, Self! They are popular, respected and beloved. Jimmy belongs to their circle."
                          
 "And then why are they so friendly with you, instead of ignoring you and talking to him?"
                          
 "That's because... because... oh my Gods!"
                          
Ok, I must admit, it feels nice realising that Jimmy probably chose me to hang out with, while he hasn't given them the chance. But still, I want my valuable time alone with Jimmy, so, get lost people!
                          
The waiter comes, takes their order, and they don't say they won't sit with us. Fuck off! Then he brings their coffees and just when he turns to leave, Jimmy stops him and pays for his coffee and mine. Then, he smiles to the others.
                          
 "Sorry, guys. We must leave now. But let's do it again some other time, ok?" and he stands up.
                          
My glass is almost full – Jim's also – but I don't mind. I just stand up, kissing all three of them goodbye – my revenge! – and follow Jimmy out of the cafe. Mark's shocked face when I kissed him needed to be immortalized in a photo or something. Didn't think to take one though.
                          
We walk a little in silence. I don't know if I should thank him or apologize to him, but I know he did it for me. Or us. Or me. Most probably me. I mean, he is not a fool. He knows they don't like me. Especially Mark. On the other hand, they like him and he has never shown even the slightest hint of having a problem being around them. So, most probably for me.
                          
Since I cannot decide what the right thing to do is, I do them both. "Jim, thank you. Really. And I'm really sorry for that."
                          
He turns around to face me, still walking, hands in his jeans pockets. "No need to apologize. I wanted to be with you, not with them. So, no need for an apology or thanking."
                          
 "Thank you anyway," and this time I mean it from the bottom of my heart, for many more reasons than just for leaving the others.
                          
 "So, do I get to be called Jimmy again?" he asks with a happy smile. I nod yes. "Good! I've gotten used to being called Jimmy by you and I like the sound of it coming from you."
                          
I blush. It is dark so he cannot tell – probably – but I can. Can I fall deeper in love with you? I make this possible and keep falling deeper and deeper in love with him every moment I am with him.
                          
We don't go straight to our homes as I was afraid we would. We go for a walk, then for some very healthy – yeah right! – fast-food and then he takes me to my home and leaves for his own.
                          
So, I go cleaning my teeth, then getting ready for bed and while lying in my bed, I replay the whole evening in my mind, smiling joyfully. Holy shit! No! I grab my phone.
                          
 "I haven't paid you for the coffee. Sorry, I will pay you on Monday."
                          
 "That isn't good enough, Greg! The only thing you can do is take me out for another coffee and pay for it."
                          
 "Anytime you want! :-D". Yes, I am truly grinning. I put my phone next to my bed. I close my eyes, seeing his perfect face in front of me and saying, "I love you," to it. But my phone rings again.
                          
 "Did you have a nice time, Greg?"
                          
 "A great time! Thank you, Jimmy. Really, thank you! Did you?"
                          
 "I am glad. I had a great time too. Goodnight!"
                          
 "Goodnight and many kisses everywhere and anywhere you want!"
                          
 I send the message moments before realising it is probably too much, and try to think of a way to correct it somehow, but a new message arrives before I can think of something.
                          
 "Asshole." Oh shit! He is angry. I am panicking.
                          
 "Dick." No, Jimmy, wait! Let me apologize! Please, Self, think, think, think!
                          
 "Toes." What?
                          
 "Armpits." Come again?
                          
 "Lips." And then it hits me! Oh my Gods!
                          
 "Anywhere! Everywhere! As many times as you want!"
                          
 "I'm looking forward to it then! Goodnight, Greg!"
                          
 "Me too! Goodnight, Jimmy!" I love you, Jimmy!!!