Hi everyone! Thank you for continuing to read this story even though I'm not able to update often. I tried to get this chapter up as quickly as possible though that meant I didn't get to edit it as much as I would have liked; so sorry in advance for any errors. Also a big thank you to those who have read, favourited, followed and REVIEWED this story! Especially Spiritus-Sancti13, Crash Solar x, and BlackShorts for leaving such kind and encouraging reviews :) Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 15: When I Come Home
A few weeks later…
The past few weeks had passed in a blur. Summer was drawing to a close. Since we had gotten back from California, the last month or so had been relatively uneventful.
Dwayne and I were still going strong, spending almost everyday together. We mainly hung out at his place and cuddled, though we had gone a few dates, the last being out to the movies. It had gone well but I did not remember much about the movie if you know what I mean.
I made my way over to the Hoover's residence to meet Dwayne for the afternoon. We did not have anything planned but I figured we could spend the afternoon together, like usual.
I knocked tentatively on the door and a few seconds later, Frank answered.
"Dwayne, your girlfriend's here," he shouted over his shoulder.
Dwayne and I had eventually told his family that we were in a relationship. It was an awkward situation since I had come to know them as a second family. We didn't know how they would react, especially since Dwayne had never expressed any interest in girls before.
We had told the rest of the Hoover's one night after dinner. Sheryl had been ecstatic, and Richard seemed pleasant enough about it. Olive of course had to ask questions:
"Are you guys going to get married then?" she had asked.
Dwayne lumbered down the hallway and smiled slightly at me, while I stood in the doorframe. He slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the house.
"Let's beat it out of here."
He wrapped our fingers together, as we walked side by side through the streets of our neighbourhood.
We reached the field, and crossed the train tracks into the tall grass. Once we made our way to our spot on the side of the hill, Dwayne sat down on the ground. I made myself comfortable, leaning against his shoulder.
We could see the sun sinking slightly in the west, ever nearing sunset in the mid afternoon sky. The tall grass around us swayed back and forth throughout the valley in the light summer breeze.
Dwayne spoke, interrupting my thoughts:
"You know…. That drawing you did from the first time we came up here was incredible."
"Wait? Which one? Oh…. When did you see that?" I gasped, the colour draining from my face. I had never really intended for Dwayne to see my drawing of him.
"Let's just say, I looked at your sketchbook once."
The drawing I had done, back a few months ago had been of the sun setting beyond the hills in the valley we were looking down on. It had been of my whole view that night, including Dwayne sprawled out on the ground.
"There's no need to embarrassed Emily," he said softly. "I loved it. The drawing was beautiful… Just like you."
"Really? You think that?" I stumbled. "Oh I mean. This is all coming out wrong. I just. No one's ever called me that…"
Dwayne turned towards me, wrapping a strong arm around my delicate waist, resting his forehead on mine.
With that, I reached up to kiss his soft lips. He kissed me passionately in return, running a hand through my hair and letting it come to rest at the nape of my neck.
I flopped back onto the grass, pulling Dwayne with me as we continued to deepen our kiss. I wrapped one arm around him, my other hand played with his hair.
He gently slid his tongue across my lips, waiting for me to allow him access to my mouth. Our kiss continued to become more and more passionate, our tongues now exploring both our mouths.
We broke apart gasping for air. As he let me catch my breath, he trailed kisses along my jaw, down my neck and across my collarbone. I let out a soft moan, causing Dwayne to return to my mouth.
Our hands played across each other, exploring each other. Eventually Dwayne's shirt was off and lying on the ground next to us.
I slid my hand across his firm chest, my other tangled in his jet-black hair. Next thing I knew, Dwayne was tugging at my own shirt. I drew back.
"Dwayne, I can't. We're in public."
He gave me a confused look.
"No one can see us Emily."
"Yeah but still. Not today okay?"
"I understand," he lightly kissed the top my head before going to put his shirt back on.
We walked back to the Hoover residence in silence. Though silence for us was normal, seeing as Dwayne was not a very talkative person. We still enjoyed our comfortable periods of silence.
Dwayne and I lazily lumbered in through the front door of the house. Almost immediately after the door closed behind us, Sheryl came dashing down the hall towards us.
Her face was pale and stricken as she began to rapidly speak to Dwayne in a hushed ton. I was just out of earshot, not hearing what was being said. Though I knew from the way Dwayne's face turned to stone, that whatever had happened was not good.
Sheryl finally noticed me standing in the doorway and asked politely if I could leave. I of course wanted to give the family the space they needed, and left immediately. The strange part was though, that Dwayne did not turn around to say goodbye, let alone give me a goodbye kiss, as was the norm, before I slipped through the door. It was almost like he had forgotten me.
I spent the rest of the evening at home by myself. It was odd, since I had become so used to spending my time with other people over the past year. I almost did not know what to do with myself.
I decided to try and work on some art, but gave up eventually in frustration. I just was not in the mood for it today.
I usually was not a nosy person, but I really wondered what had happened over at the Hoover's. It was not so much that I was curious in the sense that I just wanted to know for my own personal knowledge, but rather I wanted to make sure everything was okay with Dwayne.
That night I continued to lie awake in bed, staring at the ceiling while thinking about Dwayne and I.
It really was everything that I wanted in a way. I liked Dwayne not just romantically either. He was so genuine, a trait that was near impossible to find these days with a lot of people. And surprisingly for a sullen boy who didn't talk much, I got along really well with him.
We had never had a fight or even a major disagreement. The most had been little things, and this had happened even while we were friends. Never anything that was difficult to sort out.
The next day I decided I would give the Hoovers their space, making up my mind to stay away until they told me it was okay to return.
I decided to preoccupy myself by going out for lunch with a few of my friends that I hadn't seen much of over the summer. It was nice to catch up with them and we had a lot of fun together, though every now and then my mind would wander back to Dwayne.
I did not tell them that Dwayne and I were dating. The right moment did not come up. Though I did wonder what their reactions would be. They were fine with me spending my school lunches with him, knowing we were friends, but he was a mute then and is an outcast at school. I had never stopped to consider the social implications of this, not that I really cared at all.
That evening my parents went out for dinner, leaving me in the house by myself. I had finally settled down to reading a book, when there was an urgent knock on the door.
I answered it to find Sheryl standing on the front step looking worried.
"What's wrong?" I asked, instantly becoming anxious myself.
"Have you seen Dwayne at all?"
"No, the last time I saw him was yesterday afternoon."
"He's been missing for a few hours now and no one knows where he went. I'm sure he just had to get out of the house but now he's been gone for so long and I have no idea where he could be."
"I'm sure he's fine," I tried to reassure her, my mind racing, trying to help think where he could have gone. All of a sudden I knew exactly where he was.
"Oh my gosh! That's it! Don't worry I'll find him," I told her before I ran down the steps and off down the street.
I raced the last rays of the setting sun as I sprinted through the neighbourhood. At the edge of suburbia, I leaped over the train tacks and tore through the tall grass.
I made it to our clearing in record time and found Dwayne where I knew he would be.
He was lying on the ground, and looked disheveled. His cheeks were tear stained and his eyes were slightly red. It was obvious that he had been crying.
This broke my heart to see, as he was always so collected, he was the last person I would think to cry.
He did not notice me there until I reached over and stroked his hair softly. He looked up at me, trying to force a smile and get himself together.
He sat up beside and I pulled him into a tight hug, He burrowed his head into my shoulder, circling his arms around my waist. He held me tight like he thought he might loose me if he did not hold on.
We stayed like that for a long time. I gently rubbed his back, trying to comfort him. Finally I pulled back and looked him in the eyes.
"Dwayne, what's wrong?"
He paused, considering what to say before answering simply with:
Dwayne went on to explain the events of the last twenty-four hours.
His father had showed up on the Hoover doorstep shortly before we had returned from our outing to the field yesterday. He had showed up completely out of the blue, with one intention only: to see Dwayne.
Dwayne told me that he was upset with his father for just turning up completely unannounced to see him, the first time in years. He was angry that he hadn't bothered to keep in touch with Dwayne and now wanted to spend time with him.
"You know what? I've never even had a father figure since he walked out of my life. There was never another guy that I could look up to, who was older and knew everything. Who knew what to do," Dwayne was starting to yell now. "I thought every adult was fucked up. Every man on this planet was fucked up is what I thought. And everyone is. Everyone in my family is fucked. I guess some aren't as much as others, like Frank is fucked, but not as fucked up as my dad is. Everyone's fucked up."
I pulled him towards me and kissed him gently on the top of his head.
"I'm sure everything will work out fine," I reassured him.
He didn't seem to hear me though and kept on with his rant.
"He's such a jerk though. Does he really think as soon as I seem him for like the first time in five years that I'll be down on my knees begging him to take me back with him? He's disgusting. I can't wait until he leaves."
"Why did he come to visit anyways?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Apparently he wanted to spend time with me," Dwayne muttered.
"Well he can't be that bad," I said trying to be positive, not actually knowing what to make of this situation. "Anyways we better get back home. Everyone's worried about where you've been."
"You know what the worst part is though," Dwayne finally voiced the main thing bothering him. "He promised that he could get me into flight school…"
So I left this chapter on a bit of a cliff hanger!
I hope everyone liked it even though it was not the greatest chapter. I'm becoming a bit blocked for ideas with this story D:
I may take a short hiatus with this story since I'm very uninspired at the moment, and I'm also starting a new fanfic as well for another category.
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