Take My Hand, Take My Breath Away...

"I can't wait for you to come home tomorrow! I miss and love you, babe." I typed out the message on my phone, blankly staring at it. I knew I was going to erase the text and change it to something like "Miss you, man! Can't wait to hang tomorrow!" I sat my phone back on the bathroom counter, deciding against both text messages, for now.
My attraction to him was fatal. Every time I set my eyes on him, it made me want him more. The connection we has was unexplainable. I tried to be as straightforward and honest with him. But, there was no getting through. At all. I think he plays naïve, but has the mutual feelings that I have. I'm thinking I'm going to have to just scream at him for him to understand where I'm coming from. It'll be really simple to say... Or yell. "Shane Donavon Crump, I'm in love with you and I think you feel the same thing toward me!" I looked at myself in the mirror, realizing I'd actually whispered the words aloud. I've never spoken such a thing with that kind of seriousness. Shane and I always joke like that. But, he takes it as nothing other than that, a joke. He most likely thinks I'm being nowhere near serious when that's all I'm being. Dead serious. Maybe he has the same thinking process that I do? Maybe he cares for me?
Stop it, Jake. You're getting far too ahead of yourself. I looked at my watch quickly before sighing. Work. I quit Alesana, the band that Shane and I were in together to spend more time with my family here at home in St. Petersburg, Florida. Little did I know, that would mean having to get myself a 9 - 5 job, occasionally seeing my family, (But being able to spend more time with my brother because he's my roommate, along with Shane when he's home from tour) and still having an insane desire and want to be in a band and tour the world while doing what I love the most, playing music.
I stared at myself in the mirror and came to a conclusion; call in sick. I'm supposed to be at work in 45 minutes. I'm sure they can find someone to come in in that time. Seeing as Shane is supposed to be home tomorrow, I should probably clean up the place before he gets home. I've never been concerned with making Shane happy with small things like a clean living room, kitchen, and bedroom. I guess I have to start sometime, right?
I reached for my phone, unlocked it, and dialed my work number by memory. Calling in sick was always a fun thing to do. That fake rasp, along with a few occasional coughs. You sound slightly convincing, but convincing enough to get your boss to agree to your 8 hour absence for the day.
I walked out of the bathroom, shutting the light off behind me, and made my way to the hallway closet, grabbing the vacuum. Living room. Hallway. Bedroom one. Bedroom two. Bedroom three. As I was rolling up the vacuum cord, I heard the front door close. John, my brother, is more than likely home. I wheeled the vacuum back over to the closet, pushing it back in.
"John, you here?" I spoke loudly in the direction of the living room. No response. As I was closing the closet door, I felt a cold, boney pair of hands cover my eyes. "Very funny." I tried to push his arm out of the way, but it wouldn't budge.
My heart dropped when I heard "Guess who?" I could feel his voice on the back of my neck. Shane...
"Shane!" I turned myself around, staring into his eyes. I couldn't help but pull him into a hug. I closed my eyes, squeezing him tight. For the first time in a month and a half. He let go of each other, smiles on both of our faces.
"Honey, I'm home!" He spoke in a his regularly happy voice, a smile still across his face.
"Yeah, you're early." I couldn't help but sound slightly dumbfounded. He was here about 24 hours early.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," He frowned a little at me, pulling his lip down with his index finger. I rolled my eyes at him, walking passed him to the living room, Shane following me a few steps behind. "You cleaned the house. Who's coming over? What's her name?" He spoke fast and nudged my elbow with his.
"It's not a bad thing that you're home." I smiled at him, ignoring the second part of that he'd spoken out in a rapid tone. Play it off like you didn't hear him say it. Suddenly, I felt nervous. "You didn't answer my fucking question! I can leave if you want me to." He smiled at me, adding a wink to the end of his sentence.
"No, Shane! That's not necessary. I actually cleaned for... You." I pointed at him, returning the smile.
"Really? Thanks!" Awkward. Shit just got awkward.
"Sure..." I scanned the living room and realized that there was no reason I'd walked in that direction. I turned around, walking passed Shane, yet again. I walked in the opposite direction, toward my bedroom. As I expected, Shane followed me. Just what I wanted, despite the awkward air. "How was the end of the tour?" I asked him, hearing his foot steps behind me on the floor.
"Good!" That didn't shock me. Tour is always fun. I miss it. "It's just not the same without you, Jake." He flopped his body down on my bed and smiled at me as he planted myself next to him on the black comforter.
"It's not?" I questioned him as he scooted himself over on the bed and rested his head on my lap.
"Nope, not at all." He sighed as I began to run my fingers through his soft black hair. It's moments like this where I think the feelings between the two of us are mutual. I feel this unexplainable connection. A connection that I never want to break.
"Well, you're home! We get to spend time together now, right?" I was trying to be as enthusiast and positive as possible. Living in the now! I get to see Shane for a couple weeks before he has to leave again. I can only hope that it'll be lovely for the both of us.
"I know, I know," He looked up at me and smiled, lightly tugging on my gray shirt before whining out, "We need to go out tonight" I rolled my eyes at his suggestion. I knew he was going to say that we should do that. In all honesty, I wanted a night in. Just me and Shane.
"Why?!" I complained, "I took the day off work to stay home and be lazy!"
"I don't give a fuck! Let's go do something then! We don't have to go to the bar. The movies? Maybe we can catch something new?" His voice gained enthusiasm as his sentence carried on. A smile slowly appeared across his face. The typical, adorable Shane smile that was oh-so hard to give into.
"Why don't we rent a movie, get some takeout, and stay in for the night?" I made this proposal, completely knowing that he was going to disagree.
"No! I wanna go to the movies! I'll pay!"
"Like a date?"
"Yeah... A date." He spoke in a sultry tone, causing my cheeks to redden and shivers to go down my spine. He smirked at me and bit his lower lip.
"I can do that." A smile crossed my cheeks as I continued to stare into his eyes. A date with Shane sounds like quite possibly the most amazing thing that could happen right now. Honesty, I don't want to go out. But, how could I resist being able to spend alone time with Shane on something that he'd classify as a date?