Free Fiction Friday: Jealousy, Part 5

Hello and welcome back to Free Fiction Friday! We’re back to the prequels to Turning His Life Around! There are seven parts to this one, called Jealousy, and five more short stories after this one. Yay! 🙂

Please remember that the guys are technically underage in these. Any sex is fairly tame (described, yes, but tame) until much later in the series.

If you haven’t read Turning yet, you might consider checking it out. These stories make a lot more sense if you’ve read it first. These should also be read in order:

Nightmares and Waking Dreams (Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 )
Homework Break (Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5 )

I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading and feel free to let me know what you think. I always love to hear from my readers. 😀

Read Part 1 here * Read Part 2 here * Read Part 3 here * Read Part 4 here

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The knock on the door came at six on the dot. Ian’s eyes flew to Kane, who looked back at him, lips curved. The smile didn’t seem to quite reach Kane’s eyes, but Ian couldn’t figure it out right then.

He answered the door to see Hayden dressed almost exactly the same as he was. The sweater was a V-neck instead of a turtleneck and in red instead of blue, but the jeans were the same and he even wore similar loafer-type shoes. And that incredible smile. Ian smiled back. “Hi.”

“Hi. Ready to go?” he asked and Ian nodded.

“I’m going!” Ian shouted into the house.

“Have fun, honey!” his mom shouted from the back.

He was about to step through the door when Kane came out of the living room. “Hayden.” The look on his face wasn’t welcoming.

“Kane,” Hayden said, nodding.

Ian looked from one to the other, confused by Kane’s tone of voice. “Well, um, later, Kane.”

“Later, Ian,” Kane said, his eyes never leaving Hayden.

Ian’s eyes went from his best friend to his date and back again, but gave up trying to figure it out and turned to the door. “Um, let’s go?”

Hayden nodded and turned his attention back to Ian, the smile back in place. They walked to the car in silence and Hayden surprised Ian by opening the car door for him. “Um, thank you,” Ian more mumbled than said, and took a moment after he was in the seat to try to calm his nerves again. The session in the shower apparently hadn’t done very much for him.

“So, have you eaten?” Hayden asked as he pulled out into traffic.

“No. To be honest, I was too nervous.” Ian swallowed, annoyed at the butterflies that seemed to have taken up residence in his stomach.

Hayden smiled, but didn’t laugh, which Ian was grateful for. “Would you believe I was, too?”

Ian shook his head, and this time it was his turn to chuckle. “No.”

The smile widened. “Yup, really was. Think you could eat now?”

Ian nodded. “Yeah, I can.”

“Pizza?” Hayden suggested.

“Sure,” Ian said and again felt a little silly for being so nervous. He shook his head at himself. “So, um, what kind of movies do you like?”

Hayden threw him a grateful look and Ian wondered if maybe Hayden was as nervous as he was. They slid into a discussion of different movies, which spilled into TV and books and before Ian knew it, the pizza—they discovered they liked the same toppings—was on the table between them and they were talking and laughing.

When they got to the theater, the movie choice was almost a no brainer and they settled into the seats with a shared bucket of popcorn and their drinks, conversation having never really slowed. They’d moved into a discussion on music and then back into books so that when the movie started, they almost didn’t want to stop. But the tornados and their chasers took their attention and they got sucked into the action on screen quickly.

The only awkward moment came about half way through the movie when both of them reached for popcorn at the same time. Their hands collided and they paused to look at each other. Ian blushed, but hoped the dark theater would hide the color.

Of course, it got worse when Hayden took his hand and held it and used the other to pick up the popcorn, not letting him go. Ian’s heart pounded, but he managed, through sheer force of will, to turn his attention back to the movie. His hand tightened in Hayden’s, and Hayden squeezed gently back. Then the house crashing onto the street caught their attention and the comments about cows made them laugh and the tension eased again.

When the movie was over, they let their hands go to get out of the theater, tossing their cups and bucket into the garbage. But as soon as the trash was taken care of, Hayden glanced over at him again and took his hand once more. “Great movie…” Hayden started.

Ian nodded. “Yeah. ‘That’s no moon, that’s a space station!’” he quoted and Hayden laughed.

“One of the best lines. Although the one at her aunt’s house… how did it go… ‘Honey, this is a tissue of lies… there was another Bill, an evil Bill… and I killed him’,” Hayden chuckled. “That might have been even better.”

Ian laughed. “Yes. I think I’m going to have to watch this one again.”

“Me, too. I have a feeling it’ll be one of those that people quote a lot,” Hayden said with a grin, opening Ian’s door for him.

Ian nodded and climbed up into the Jeep. Hayden let go of his hand reluctantly and closed the door. Hayden hurried around the car and Ian found himself watching Hayden move, more than a little fascinated—and, if he was honest with himself—a little turned on by just how hot Hayden was.

When Hayden slid behind the wheel and started the car, he turned to Ian. “What time do you have to be in?”

Ian glanced at the clock on the dash, frowning. “Eleven.”

Hayden looked disappointed and it made Ian feel good. “Oh well,” he said and started driving. “For the first time in my life, I find myself annoyed with standard shift,” he muttered.
“Oh? Why’s that?” Ian asked before he could think it through.

Hayden didn’t answer at first and Ian realized Hayden probably hadn’t meant to speak out loud. Hayden glanced over, shifted the car again, then reached over and took Ian’s hand once more. “So…” he started, then grumbled as he had to let go and shift again. Ian left his hand were Hayden had put it and smiled when Haden’s hand came right back when they hit a stop light.

“So,” he started again, “would you like to go out again?” To Ian’s astonishment, Hayden’s voice hitched a little.

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