For The Love Of A Bad Boy

IV

"Jeremy, are you home?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Well, where are you?"

"Mom and Dad's room."

I sighed, going to the bottom of the stairs.

"Could you come down?" I asked hopefully.

"Why can't you come up?"

"You know why."

"Sam,"

"Please?"

"Yeah....I'll be right down."

"Thank you."

He came downstairs, taking the steps two at a time.

"Stop showing off your fancy cop tricks."

"Walking is not a cop trick, Sam. I'd really appreciate it if you don't knock the job that feeds you. What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. I had a good day."

"I couldn't tell. You're being your usual smart ass self."

"Sorry."

"What's got you in such a good mood?"

"Anthony," I loved the way his name sounded when I said it.

"Oh, your little boyfriend."

"He's great, Jeremy."

"It's been a day."

"An amazing day."

"Did you have time to finish your homework during your amazing day?"

"Yes. I think I'll be this late everyday."

"That's fine. Don't forget about your homework."

"I won't."

"If he has a sister-"

"He does and the answer is no."

"Come on, Sam."

"You're twenty five. Find a girlfriend your own way."

"You know how single people don't like to date other people with kids? That's my situation."

"I'm not your kid."

"I take care of you. It's the same principal."

"You're so shallow."

"Maybe Anthony's sister is shallow."

"Your neediness is so disgusting."

"Go call your boyfriend or something."

"Sure."

Anthony, Anthony, Anthony, Anthony. His name is a song.

I wanted to curl up and dream about Anthony forever.

I wonder where he got that snake tattoo. It's my favorite.

~

I was switching out my books for class and I could hardly keep my eyes open. I didn't get any sleep the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Anthony's face.

As I closed my locker, a pair hands covered my eyes.

"You'll never guess who it is, babe."

"Anthony,"

"No fair. How'd you know?"

I took his hands off my eyes, turning around to face him.

I gave him a hug around his waist, nuzzling the crook of his neck.