Confusion: Part 4
I heard the bathroom door shut, and then the shower running. It was strange, he seemed to be able to read me so well. He knew when to push and when not to, well not every time, but certainly more so than not.
I'm not a big breakfast type person so I just whipped up an omelette, put some toast out, and had the cereal ready just in case he wanted more. He must have been in there for about 20 minutes, and during that time I had resolved that regardless of whatever he had to tell me I'd deal with it and stick by him. I mean how bad could it be?
I was startled when he placed his hand on my shoulder. Still a tad jumpy I immediately swung myself around, almost falling of the chair. There he was, in all his glory, almost. He had a little towel wrapped around his waist, yet again, and his body was covered with droplets of water.
His head tilted slightly downwards and his shoulders raised just an inch he spoke,
"I'm really sorry, but I sorta need another towel. I dropped this one and..."
He looked like a 10 year old he had just done something wrong. The way he bit his lip was adorable -- how could I ever turn him away?
No sooner had I opened my mouth I heard someone banging on my door.
"Mark! Mark! It's Racheal, open the door!"
I can't be certain, but Adam looked terror stricken.
"I...I...I'm just going to...", he stammered
"Towels are in the hall cabinet, on your left," I replied getting up to get the door.
Like a mad hare he ran straight to the bathroom. Strange I thought, he didn't have anything to be ashamed of, well not physically, and I'm positive that Rachael must have seen him in that state before. They DO live together.
I opened the door to be greeted by very tired looking Rachael. She usually looks so immaculate, and it was clear that she hadn't slept all night. Her eyes were red and puffy, he cheeks were flushed, and you could visibly see the remnants of her mascara down her cheeks.
I made her a cup of tea, and we sat at the table for a good 15 minutes before she said anything. Rachael's the type who you can't push. She'll talk when she's good and ready.
"He didn't come home last night," he muttered.
I placed my hand on hers then replied, "Who didn't come home?"
"Adam," she was still looking down.
"I know you're not on good terms with him, but he means so much to me, I didn't realise it till last night..." her voice trailing off, and fresh tears streaming down her face.
My mind was now spinning...Adam and Rachael...couldn't be...he's ...gay... Maybe she's was like me, secretly in love with him, but no, his reaction when he heard her at the door...
"I lied to you. The reason I asked you to be my date last night was so I could make him jealous. I'm sorry, I should have told you the truth but I know how you feel about him..."
`No, you don't know how I feel about him,' I thought to myself.
I was struggling hard to keep it together. I didn't know what to think. I was only hearing her side of things, maybe, just maybe, there was more to this, or less...
"It's a stupid question I know, but have you seen or heard from him?" she asked pleadingly.
Next one will be coming up soon...wait for it.