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Just The Boy Next Door

Happy Turkey Day

Thanksgiving arrived swiftly as Ashley and I turned into my aunt's neighborhood. I cringed knowing we were having Thanksgiving dinner at my Uncle Tom and Aunt Marge's this year. My siblings, minus my younger sister, were all at their spouse's family gatherings, and my cousin, Selena, was still up near her school most likely with friends on campus.

I really couldn't blame her; her mom was a terror.

"So, what is so bad about your aunt any way, DJ?" Ashley looked up from his phone, face scrunched in confusion.
"Well, she throws my cousin at every guy I bring over here or to a family function, boyfriend or not," I sighed heavily as I took the first of many turns, "She has made making my life miserable top priority since Selena and I were in middle school. My cousin and I were once close, now I'm not so sure."
"Well, that sucks, babe," he paused, "By the way, you look beautiful today."
I felt a blush creep to my face and smiled.
"Thank you, Ashley; you are looking handsome yourself."

Glancing over to my passenger, his face was serious and deep into the screen of his phone. I decided not to ask, but was secretly worried something had happened with Andy.

Reaching the house, I prayed to what ever God or Goddess was available and opened the car door.

"Watch this," Ashley nodded towards the house, "And be amazed at my acting skills."

Shaking my head, I mentally prepared myself.

The door suddenly flew open and out came my mom and my aunt, obviously pretending to get along, as always.

"Oh, my sweet girl," my mother squealed as she drew me in for a hug, "And hello, young man. You must be Ashley."
Flipping his hair sassily, he took her hand softly and shook it.
"DJ has told me so much about you!," He squealed, flipping his hair again and smiling brightly.

Oh my god, I thought, Ashley is attempting to make my aunt believe he is gay! This is too fucking good.

I smiled and winked at my mom, who in turn got the message right away as my aunt looked at him in shock.

"Oh, and you must be her aunt, Margaret!" he swiftly took the baffled woman's hand and shook it, "She kept saying how you were her favorite aunt for weeks! AH, I just couldn't wait to meet you all!"

Still taken aback from the encounter, Marge retreated back into the house as my mom stood with Ash and I, trying to hold in her laughter until the front door was closed again. After a few moments more, she couldn't hold out any longer, and chuckled heavily at the event that had taken place.

"In all my years, I have never seen such a clever stunt!" She was clearly tickled by the whole thing and brought him in for a hug.
"You know," he spoke softly, "DJ told me how difficult your husband's sister could be, so I hashed out a plan. And it worked! Cool!"

Making it into the house, I was instantly bombarded by my family, both immediate and distant. While I was filling in my grandparents about school and life in the city, Ashley just stood off to the side, speaking when spoken to but was generally shy the entire time. Even through out dining, he was mostly quiet and merely observed the people whom he was sharing a meal with.

As I got up to get another helping of green beans, my phone buzzed: it was Andy. He was on his way back early, or would be that evening. I froze at his text message in a slight panic.

Andrew: What have you been up to, princess?

I couldn't tell him yet; I didn't have to guts to. So I went with what sounded best.

Me: Oh, nothing much; Ashley and I are just hanging out.

I didn't receive a reply back. I decided not to let it ruin my day; I was with my family and my best male friend.

Suddenly, while I was smoking a cigarette on the front porch, Ashley bursts through the door and looked down as me with a panicked look on his face.

"You have to tell Andy about us tomorrow."

I shook my head and held my hands up for him to slow down.

"Okay, okay, sorry," He sighed briefly, "He has been sending me cryptic messages all afternoon, asking if we did anything. I don't know if I can keep it in any longer; he's my best friend. Please, just tell him tomorrow."
"Shit," I mumbled under my breath, "Fine, I will. I don't know how well it will go, but I will."

Ash sat next to me while I finished my cigarette with a look of sadness mixed with relief; he was realizing the same thing I was in that moment.

"You love him, don't you?" His question hung heavy in the air.
"Yea," I spewed out my last bit of smoke, "Yea, I do."
"Well, then you have decided," He sighed, "Just know I am here for you, DJ; no matter what, I care for you. A lot. Last night wasn't just some tryst around the bedroom. I genuinely care for you. But, you are also one of my best friends, so I will remain loyal, no matter the time and place."
"Thank you, Ashley," I hugged my saddened friend tightly, making him smile, "Thank you for everything."

A few hours and goodbye's later, I had dropped Ashley off at the frat house and was parked in my driveway, debating on how I should address the events of last night the following afternoon. I mean, I knew I had to tell Andy, but how was the question.

"Dammit, you wimp, just tell him," I shouted at myself, "It is better in the open, any way."

Getting out of the car and reaching the doorway, I made my way to the living room. Finally sitting down, I pulled out my phone and called Naomi.

"Hello?"
"Hey, Nay, do you have a minute?"
"For you, I have more than a few; go ahead."
"Well, three things: First, I slept with Ashley last night."
"Shit, Deege, that's huge!"
"Just wait; secondly, I'm going to tell Andy tomorrow afternoon when I pick him up from the airport. He started coming home early."
"Go on..."
"And lastly, I realized today smoking a cigarette after mom's pumpkin pie that I am in love with him; I am in love with Andrew Dennis Biersack."
"Wow, that's a weird way of working out things; what, was Ash not good in the sack or something?"
I giggled heavily.
"No! No, Nay, he was heavenly and romantic but that isn't the point. The point is that I feel guilty..."
I paused.
"DJ? Are you there, babe?"
"Yea. I just feel really guilty; like super guilty, Naomi. I have never felt like this before."
I felt tears well up in my eyes.
"Well, if he loves you like you love him, and regardless of what you think I am betting he does, you two will work through this. Have faith ladybug."
"Thanks; I love you, you know that?"
"I love you, too. Jake just finished dinner, love. I will talk to you tomorrow, okay?"
"Yea, sure. Talk to you then."

Getting off the phone, I felt better. I also knew she was going to talk to Jake about it, which hell, I figured everyone would have found out by now since Ashley was home.

Instead of dwelling on events of the past, I decided to shower and an early bedtime was in order. Carrying my sorry self up the stairs, I wandered into my room and turned the water on. Stripping off my clothes from the day, I hopped in and let the water drip down my body slowly. Closing my eyes, I was finally at peace.

"If Andy still wants me after I tell him, I am truly the luckiest woman in the world," I spoke aloud to myself, "And I will never let him go."

Remembering there was a new lease I had to sign, I jumped out of the shower and grabbed the paperwork. The house next door to Andy's was for rent, and I had spoken to the landlord a few weeks ago as a surprise to him. Sending a text to James, the property Keeper, I asked if the movers could move my things over and set them up to the diagrams that I had sent earlier. A smiley face and a thumbs up was what I received in return.

Finally Hopping into bed shortly after that, and drying my hair and putting on the old Batman shit Andy had left behind, I snuggled into bed and turned on Netflix to go to sleep to. Reruns of Grey's Anatomy sounded perfect; and it was.

Within the opening credits, I fell asleep soundly.


The alarm blared in my ear at nine in the morning. Groaning, I turned it off and flung my legs over the side of the bed. While I was dreading the talk I had to have with my partner in crime, I was more than very excited to see his beautiful smile and perfect face.

Ignoring the shower and throwing on an old My Chemical Romance shirt from high school and some skinny jeans, I put on my usual make up choice. Andy's plane landed at 11:30, so I knew I had to leave by 10:30 to get there on time. After making some eggs and a bagel for consumption, I looked at the clock; it read 10:15.

"Fucking close enough," I growled and grabbed my keys.

Locking the door behind me, I raced to my car. Sliding in like a baseball player sliding into home, I cranked the engine and made my way to Richmond International Airport. The drive there was nice; it was the parking and the process of getting to parking becks that always made me want to scream.

"Move it, asshole," I shouted at some confused man who had gotten in the wrong lane, "Can't you see I'm in a hurry here!"
Finally calm and in the process of actually finding a spot to park, I smiled as one in front became available.

"Perfect." I purred.

Making my way from the parking deck to the terminal his place would arrive in, my hands began to get clammy. The clocks everywhere said 11:15. Only fifteen minutes until the love of my life lands and is back in my arms, where I want him to be.

I only hoped he would still be there tomorrow.


Notes

DJ finally worked up the courage to come clean with Andy. How is he going to take it?

Comments

I'm happy to see you back! I can't wait to read more.

IzzieDeadnow IzzieDeadnow
3/1/18

*hugs*

IzzieDeadnow IzzieDeadnow
3/8/15

@IzzieDeadnow


Thank you. Naomi was actually him through and through. Some of her sayings and everything, minus the black/asian race. He was obsessed with a Jpop singer that was black and asian though, which why I chose that. I miss him, but he will always be with me.

I love the story so much, and I'm sorry for your loss @HisPorcelainDoll.

IzzieDeadnow IzzieDeadnow
3/4/15

I LOVE THIS STORY!!!!

darksoul darksoul
3/4/15