#boystories

I'm telling this tale out of order as it comes back to my brain.

We both became very, very hungry after being very lazy all day. He gave me the smallest pair of sweatpants he could find and I scurried into them. I was super cozy in his roomy sweats and large Yankee sweatshirt, as it was a chilly, rainy early spring day. It had been super warm the day before and I had been wearing shorts the day before.

We decided to go to The Coffee Shop, a local spot. He had just ended a juice cleanse and wanted something delicious. He was excited, and anxious... as always. I was chill, just happy bein.

He started up the block, and made a quick left. I knew this was the wrong way, and asked him where he was going. I asked him where he was headed. "You'll see, it's a surprise." My panic was palpable but I kept my cool. Two seconds later, we pulled into the driveway of a perfectly groomed white house in the same neighborhood. This would even count as my neighborhood.

He got out and told me to get out, too. We approached the front door and I read the sign out front. "Where are we?" I demanded to know at this point. "My grandparents." I wanted to run, but where to go now. The door opened...I was trapped.