Sunday afternoon

Last night I sat in a laundry room with The Drummer for hours. He said it was the only way to avoid all of the negative energy floating around the party.

I went home with him. But things went a bit different than they usually would.

I fell asleep watching a movie, and he put me to bed. All night he cuddled with me, and ran his fingers up and down my skin, but it didn't seem even remotely sexual.

When I woke up he took me for breakfast, and we spent the remainder of the day playing original nintendo. And he didn't even try to kiss me.

Playing nintendo on a rainy sunday afternoon with a boy that isn't just interested in you for sex is more blissful than I could ever describe.

All I know at this point is I would like to spend many more rainy sunday afternoons curled up on his couch, playing nintendo.