The rain ends as the weekend begins. The phone rings as stare out the window at the vacant field next door. My mom is not home, so answer the phone. I am not surprised that Charles is calling me, it is the weekend, and we have plans.
My bag for the weekend is already packed. His mom will pick me up shortly, so I have time to be sure I have everything I need. hang up the phone to double check my bag, but all I do is stand there watching the bag. This is not a special weekend, I usually end up at his house on the weekends, but this weekend is different.
The car’s horn takes me from my thoughts. I grab my bag and head for the door. I look back for a moment to consider decisions made. Should this be the weekend that I ask him to be more than friends?
Charles and I talk about music as we ride to his house. I stare at him. I wish I could ask him and get it over with but I’m too nervous to do so now. We talk about movies as we near their house.
I place my hand on the seat between us as close to him as possible. This ride seems to take longer than usual, but soon we arrive at their house. We go to the back yard while his mom goes inside.
There are yellow rain coats hanging out to dry in the back yard. We sit on a bench away from the house. Our lips meet. My hand reaches under his shirt. I trace his form. My hands linger near his hips. I can fall the lump in his jeans, but that will have to wait.
I stop kissing him despite how much want to keep going. His hand casually touches the lump in my jeans, but I will not be distracted. I look into his eyes, ask him to be more than friends, and I wait in silence for a response.
I wonder if he will ever respond to my question. He stares out into the woods behind us. He looks around as though he’s searching for the answer in the sky. I wonder if I should have left things the way they were. It has not been so bad. I have enjoyed the stuff we do together. It’s not bad being just friends and having sex. I would be happy if things remained the same, but I’ve already said what I said.
Charles looks at the ground for a moment before telling me that he just wants to be friends. We kiss again as though we had not stopped. The rain coats flap in a gentle breeze, a bird sings a song nearby, and I find joy in the moment.
A moment of many moments that happen this weekend: the last weekend we’ll have moments like these. As we explore places on each other’s body wonder if we could ever be more than friends. We are, I suppose, like the rain, we happen and we move on to other things.