Vanilla Sky…Part7.

There’s almost ten of us actually and we’re laughing and chatting and headed into the coffee place.

They all know…they all know and they don’t care and it just really doesn’t seem to matter.

Okay…coffee and sugar and some more shopping.

And we walk into the place and I slow down and stop almost as I see other kids there and not just other kids but there’s boys there.

And they’re looking up at us all as we’re coming in.

Eeep…shit do I look alright?

I have a sort of mini attack from it too. I mean the girls know and they’re being really kind of cool and things about all of this but…it’s boys.

And my experiences with boys have been the beat you up for being a queer faggot freak or stared at and quietly hated. At best they ignored me…the boys at the hospital don’t count. I mean we had one kid that thought that he was a ninja turtle.

Not that all of them were crazy like him just most were just as messed up as I was so it wasn’t really an issue and we were never really around the violent ones.

But I know red neck and my first thought was seeing these boys with the muscles and the farmers’ tans or just really good but that whole work outside tans was…uh-oh.

I’m blinking in shock when a group of about six of them get up from the tables they were at and offer us their seats. I’m nervous as I settle in and introductions are being made and the names are getting hard to keep track of but there smiles and shaking of hands.

Every one of the guys that shook my hand did it in a light gentle grip too. That was really nice. I’m not too sure of my self and especially of myself when it comes to me and sex. I mean there’s a few times that I’ve thought about both sexes but most of the time I was too focused on the thoughts that I’d never be me to really get a grip on things.

When they’re not trying to beat me up I think I can say that boys aren’t that bad. I’ll admit I have like zero experience but so far, it’s not that bad.

There two that are sort of more interesting than the others…Ian who is this ruddy blonde with freckles and a mix of light tan and sunburn with these big brown eyes and the thing about Ian is he’s Scottish. Well apparently his mum is and he’s from here but he’s got that accent.

Okay I’ll admit that I do really like the accent and he seems really quick to laugh at stuff.

Then there’s Shane.

And he’s…I have no idea what his family background is but he has this very light skinned black person thing going on and straight black hair and these ice blue eyes that just sort of pop in.

Okay he might just be sexy.

The girls that are from here draw his name out calling him Shaaaaaaaane. And it’s kind of cute but I’d never do it. Katelyn calls him just Shane mostly or she’ll call him double-double?

“Double-double?” I ask her.

“Double cream and double sugar he’s sweet and has that shot of double cream skin.”

“Oh… but…”

“He has that.”

“Huh, what?”

“A nice butt.”

I’m coughing on my coffee at that because Shane’s at the counter and he’s…Omigawd…he does have a nice butt.

And I have no idea why, or how it’s nice, or why I think it’s nice but.

Butt.

Shane has a nice butt.

And I’m sort of staring now and like I said I don’t know why I’m staring but it’s like this sudden kind of “Oh..” moment and of course just because my life would have to do something so perverse.

Shane turns around and he looks at me.

Oh crap.

And he’s looking at me and then he sort of turns a little more and looks at his butt and then he looks at me.

I can feel the blood rushing to my face.

He turns back around and I’m burying my face in my hands and Katelyn and the other girls are all laughing and giggling since I was caught but some of them are whistling at Shane.

I barely am able to peek through my fingers and I see him sitting down opposite me with this friendly smile on his face and this big yellow box of something called Timbits which turn out to be doughnut holes.

“Hi there, I’m Shane.” He opens up the box tearing off the flaps and tips in towards me. There’s a lot of different ones but I take one of the ones that look like they’re spiced with apple and cinnamon flavors.

“Uhm tha..thanks I’m Samantha.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Sa..same here.”

“You sound nervous; you don’t have to be nervous y’know.”

“But I…”

He straightens up like he’s giving a speech or something. “I will take that as a mark of a lady with excellent tastes.”

It’s kind of foolish looking and cute which I think is entirely the point and as much as I stared before I’m giggling now from what he’s doing.

And I’m blushing again since I wasn’t expecting this or to giggle and I’m hiding my face again and trying to cover my mouth.

Katelyn smacks him playfully. “Like you’d know good taste from some one just trying to figure out what she was looking at.”

“I happen to know that Sam has great taste.”

“Oh, you haven’t met her until now so how do you know that?”

He leans over sort of like it’s a secret. “She picked a chocolate Timbit.”

I uh…oh…Blush.