To Love Preciado

I sat in my truck listening to Blink 182, my phone in one hand, Jaime's number in the other. Should I text him now or should I wait a little longer? As I was thinking I spotted him walking, leaving the campus. Perhaps he didn't have a ride home.

I started up the engine and pulled up next to him, "You need a ride?"

"That would be great, thank you." He walked around to the passenger side and climbed in.

He directed me to a neighborhood fairly close to where I live. I pulled up in front of a luxurious house right across from Coronado Beach. "Well, this is my house, would you like to come in?"

"Yeah sure, I have some time before I have to go home." Luckily my father isn't a complete ass wad, he lets me stay out after school, I just have to make sure I'm home for supper.

We both jumped out of my truck and headed to the door. He held it open, welcoming me in. The inside was even more beautiful than the outside. The furniture, the paintings, everything in the house looked expensive and helped to create a classy mood throughout his home.

"Where are your parents?" I asked him.

"They work all night, they won't be home until much later."

He led me upstairs to his bedroom. Posters of bands covered the walls, a stack of CD's sat next to his stereo, and a bass guitar was leaning against an amp in the corner of his room. Already I could tell we were going to be good friends, seeing his taste and love for music. I sat on his bed and he popped in a Nirvana CD, "Come As You Are" started playing quietly.

He plopped down next to me, maybe a foot away at most. I looked at him, noticing that he had been staring at my eyes. "Are you Mexican?" he questioned me.

"Yes." I answered.

"I've never seen a Mexican with beautiful green eyes like yours. "

"Thank you." I tried hiding the fact that I was practically screaming on the inside.

We continued to talk for another hour. As we talked it was obvious he wanted to make a move on me, I could tell he's a gentleman though. It's never been so easy to talk to someone before. With him, words just seem to fall out of my mouth so naturally. I wish I could stay longer but the sun was starting to set, indicating that dinner would be ready soon.

"I have to go home now. It was nice meeting you, thank you for having me over." I stood up, Jaime did as well.

He kindly walked me to my truck. We stood in front of my door in silence for a second. He had his hands in his pockets and was smiling at the ground. "I would love for you to come over again." he looked at me with a smirk on his face. "I'm not exactly good at making friends, so I really appreciated you giving me a ride home."

"Oh, no problem. If you ever need a ride, just holler." I watched him as he started to blush. He hasn't shown any sign of embarrassment, nervousness, or a lack of confidence up until now. Before he could say anything else, I pulled him closer to me and wrapped my arms around him, giving him a tight hug. I wanted to furiously kiss him more than ever but I know I must take things slow.

I released him and kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight." I said as I got into the driver's side.

He stood there stunned. A few seconds passed and he finally replied, "Goodnight, Roz." No one has ever called me Roz before.

I smiled at him as I pulled out of the driveway, about to make my way home. As I drove a little further down the road I could still see him in my rear view mirror. He pressed his fingers on his cheek, still shocked that I had laid a kiss upon his smooth, hairless face. Next, he began to walk towards the door and disappeared from my view.

The drive home was quiet. I sat there at red lights just wondering what he was thinking about at that very moment. Was he thinking about me? Or did he have better things to think about? It doesn't matter, all I know is that he likes me. Hopefully something between us will sprout.

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