Jean-Luc Cheri - Watched at Home

Joey slapped him again.

“Dude,” Tony exclaimed, “would you fucking stop that? I’m apologizing.”

“You don’t need to be mentioning her body during an apology.”

I grinned. “Ok Tony, I forgive you.”

He grinned back. “Thanks. Can I get a hug?”

Whap. Joey’s hand caught him again.

“What?”

“Go wait in the car. Now.”

Tony turned and left. Joey faced me.

“I’m so sorry.”

I shrugged. “It’s over now. No harm done.”

He opened his arms and I stepped into him, feeling safe in his embrace, leaning my head against his chest.

Gwen came out of the changing room, and smiled when she saw us.

Joey kissed me on the forehead, and stepped away. “I’ll call you.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

He turned and walked through the gate.

I went to Gwen and we hugged again.

“Thanks for coming,” I said.

“He treats you differently than the others, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Maybe you two could become more?”

I smiled. “Joey will always be a dog wandering between backyards. I just happen to be his favorite backyard.”

“And you’re ok with that?”

“Yeah. I use him as much as he uses me.”

She gave me a curious look.

“Let’s just say we’re each fucked up in a mutually compatible way.”

She grinned and handed me a slip of paper. “My number. Let’s have lunch sometime.”

“Love to.”

“So, explain how my lamp got broke again?” Shane was standing over me as I sat on the couch, my knees up and my arms wrapped around them. I was giving him a guilty look.

“Joey and his cousin got into a fight, and they knocked it over.”

“What were they doing in my bedroom?”

“They just were.”

“Erica, you need to explain this to me.”

“Well, Joey and I were down by the pool, and Tony and Gwen went in the house. I thought they had gone into the living room, but it turned out they went to your room.”

“For what?”

I stared at him. “Shane.”

“Oh,” he replied, staring back.

I could see his mind thinking, and I knew it was about his cameras.

“In my bed?” he asked with a question in his voice.

I nodded.

“Ok. So how do we get from that to the broken lamp?”

“Joey and I went to find them, and when we did, well, things got a little crazy, and Tony made a pass at me. Joey got upset, and pushed Tony into the lamp.”

Shane’s brow furrowed and he scratched his head. “So wait, Tony’s in my bed with this Gwen girl, and then he makes a pass at you? How does that happen?

I put my face in my hands. “It just did. I don’t want to talk about it.”

He sighed and stared at me. “I knew that Joey was bad news.”

“Shane, it wasn’t Joey’s fault. He stuck up for me.”

“I don’t think you should see him again.”

“I’m not sixteen anymore. You can’t tell me who I can’t see.”

He sat down next to me. “Erica, I’m not saying you can’t see him. I’m trying to treat you like an adult, and give you my opinion.”

“You don’t know him.”

“I know his kind. He’s not the kind of guy you would have a future with.”

“Future? I don’t want a future with him. We just fit well together. We have fun.”

“Don’t you want to be with someone who means more than that?”

I looked at him. “Yeah Shane, I do. But I can’t be with him, so Joey’s going to have to do.”

He gave me a puzzled look. “I don’t understand. There’s someone you want to be with?”

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters. Who is he?”

I rubbed my forehead. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Erica, don’t shut me out.” He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him. I accepted his embrace and rested my head on his chest.

“Tell me what’s going on, honey,” he said, combing his fingers through my hair. I snuggled into him, my mind floating away. His voice soothed me, as if I was being hypnotized.

“So there’s another guy?” he asked.

“Yes,” I mumbled.

“You love him?”

“Very much.”

“And you can’t be with him?”

I shook my head.

“Why not?”

“He doesn’t love me that way.”

“I find that hard to believe. You’re a beautiful girl.”

I snuggled closer.

“Have you told him how you feel?”

I shook my head again.

“Then that explains it. How is he supposed to know?”

I shrugged.

“Erica, you have to tell him.”

I lifted my head and looked at him. “Shane, I can tell you anything, right?”

“Of course.”

“Well,” I paused, “When I make love to other men, I think of him.”

His eyes opened wide, and I could see he was searching for words.

“Um, really?”

“Yes. With every other guy. I’m always imagining it’s him.”

“But Erica, that’s not healthy. If you want to be with him, you should be with him, not those other guys.”

I shrugged. “I know.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

I ignored his question and said, “Have you ever done anything like that?”

“Me? Done what?”

“Slept with one woman while you wished you were with another?”

“Erica, I-”

“Sometimes, I even find guys who look like him, so it makes the imagining easier. Have you ever done that, Shane?”

He stared at me, and I could see his mind working.

“I–I mean- Yeah, I guess I have.”

“Did it hurt when you did it? I don’t mean at the time, but afterwards?”

“Sometimes.”

“It does for me. And sometimes I think that pain is going to be in me forever, do you know what I mean?”

“Yes, I do.”

I rested my head down on him again, and we laid in silence for a while, both of us thinking. Then I lifted my head and kissed him on the side of the mouth. “Goodnight, Shane. Thanks for the talk. Sorry again about the lamp.”

I got up and started for the stairs. His voice stopped me.

“Erica?”

“Yes, Shane?”

“I love you.” The way he said it was half way between telling a girl goodnight, and telling his lover how he felt.

I smiled and said, “I love you too, Shane,” matching his tone.

I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, and I thought I would be out cold until the morning. But I was wrong.

My eyes popped open in the middle of the night, and I focused on the clock on my alarm. It was 3:24 am. What had awoken me? I was about to roll over and get comfortable when I heard a sound.

It was barely there, but it stood out in the silence of the room. It was the sound of movement — a body shifting. I lay frozen, my ears alert.

Was I imagining this? Or was it a dream? I looked around and took in the reality of it. Yes, it was really happening. There was someone in my room with me.

My first thought was of Joey. He had talked earlier tonight about the time he had snuck in, and now he had done it again, this time in the middle of the night. But the more I thought of it, it made less sense. That time had been in the evening, and I had left the back door open. Now our security system would be active, and anyone trying to get in a door or window would have set off the alarm.

Shane. It had to be him. What was he doing in here?

Then I knew. He had watched the videos. And he had come in here to see me. Maybe to wake me and talk, or maybe just to look at me.

I was lying on my side, on top of the covers, wearing a short t-shirt that didn’t cover my midriff, and a pair of panties. My knees were bent and pulled up, causing my ass to stick out. From what I could tell, he was sitting behind me on the chair beside my bed, which would give him a great view of my ass. My bedroom door was slightly ajar, which allowed light from the hallway to spill in, giving him enough light to see me well.