Sinematic (Cricky)

Chapter 4

     It was a short drive to Chris’s house. It had to take us about ten minutes, at most. Chris pulled up to the parking lot and shut off the engine. As we got out, I looked over at the place he lives. It’s a small robin egg blue house. Nothing more, nothing less. We walked inside, making our way down to the kitchen. In there sat a woman at the table, smoking a cigarette and reading some book. She looked up and smiled. I can only imagine that this lovely lady is Chris’s mom. She’s got a good aura to her it seems like. I can sense that in people sometimes. I got that same positive aura around her son. Like mother, like son, I guess.
    “Back home already? Who’s this?” the woman asked, standing up as she put out her cigarette butt in the ashtray near her.
    “Yeah, changed my mind on drawing. There’s always another time and place for that. Mom, I’d like for you to meet Ricky. Ricky, meet mama Cerulli,” Chris said, introducing each of us to each other.
    “Hi,” I said shyly, smiling a little. I’m terrible at introducing myself.
    “Well, aren’t you just a cutie pie!” mama Cerulli cooed, walking up to me and giving me a big hug. I awkwardly returned the hug to be polite. “Are you one of my son’s friends?”
    “New friends. He’s new at my school. He moved from San Francisco. Can you believe that?” Chris asked.
    “San Francisco? Get outta here! That’s gotta be quite a move! What brought you out here?”
    “My dad’s business moved out here,” I replied.
    “Ah, very nice. Well, welcome to our house. Make it yourself at home here,” Chris’s mom said, returning to her book.
    “We’re gonna order wings. You want any?” Chris asked.
    “Nah, I’m okay. You boys enjoy yourselves,”
    “Alright. Come on, Ricky. Let’s head to my room,”
    Me and Chris walked down the hall. We turned left and headed into a room that’s immaculately clean for someone like Chris. It’s as clean as his car. The walls are, of course, all covered in posters of metal bands. Did I also mention that everything is black and red? Yes, everything. The bedding, the carpet, the walls, everything. I envied how nice it looked. I wish I could have a room like this, and not be stuck with boring white walls.
    “You’ve got a very nice room. I’m jealous,” I said.
    “Oh, thanks. It was a whole lot different when we first moved here years ago when I was little. I wanted red and black, and that’s what I got,”
    “Your mom sounds like an awesome person,”
    “Hell yeah, she is. I love her. Shall we order the wings now?” Chris asked.
    “Sure,” I nodded.
    “What kind do you like? I like buffalo,”
    “Buffalo’s good. I’ll have that,”
    “Alright, buffalo it is,” Chris said as he pulled out his phone. He dialed a number and placed his order. The person that took it told him it would take about a half hour before the food arrives. Chris thanked him, and hung up. He turned to me and smiled. “It shouldn’t be long before they’re here,”
    “Alright. What should we do now?”
    “How about if I show you my artwork?” Chris asked.
    “Sure! I’d love to see what you made!”
    “Great! Hold on,”
    Chris went into his closet and pulled out some canvases, handing them to me. I looked over them, and was immediately impressed. There’s one that’s a portrait of Nosferatu, one of Frankenstein, and my favorite, Dracula. All the colors Chris used to paint these pictures with all blended in perfectly. They’re all painted immaculately. In the bottom corner of each painting is Chris’s signature. I wish I could hone such a talent. Could I be any more jealous of this man I really, really like? Shit, what was there to not like about Chris?
    “These are beautiful. I like the Dracula one the best,” I said.
    “Here, you can keep it if you want,” Chris offered. I could not control the smile that just spread across my face.
    “R-really?” I asked. “Are you sure?”
    “Of course. I’ve painted Dracula dozens of times. Consider it a gift from me to you,” Chris winked.
    “Thank you so much. I’ll hang it up in my room when I get home,” I said, wrapping my new prized possession in my arms.
    “No problem. You wanna watch a movie while we wait for the wings to come?”
    “Sure. What should we watch? You got Netflix?”
    “Yeah. How about another horror movie?” Chris asked, picking up his remote for his tv near his bed.
    “Of course. Is Texas Chainsaw Massacre on there?” I asked. I’m really in the mood for a slasher flick, and Texas Chainsaw Massacre is one of my favorites.
    “I think so. Let me look,” Chris said, turning on his tv and searching for the aforementioned movie title. It came up, and we both looked at each other and smiled.
    “Sweet. They do have it,” I said.
    “And the best way to watch it…,” Chris replied, standing up and shutting off the lights. “Is with the lights off!”
    “True!”
    “You ready? We can sit on my bed,”
    “Alright,” I said, the both of us sitting on Chris’s bed. Chris turned the movie on, and it started right away. As we watched it, I suddenly felt something within me; an urge to be exact. I wanted to make a move on Chris. I don’t know if that’s a good idea, though. What if he’s not into me? Hell, what if he’s straight? Technically I am a girl, but only on the inside right now. I know for a fact that’s gonna change one day, and I look forward to it. I don’t plan on outright flirting with him. I just want to make a subtle move to let him know I have a thing for him a little...okay, fuck it. That’s still flirting. Goddamnit. I can barely fight off this urge I have. Maybe if I just lean my head on his shoulder it’ll be okay. Yeah...I think I’ll do that. I can’t stand this urge any longer. I need to make a move, even if it’s a small one. As me and Chris watched the movie, I slowly leaned my head on Chris’s shoulder, my heart racing as I did so. This is it. The moment of truth. My fate is sealed. Will Chris look at me weird, or will he accept what I just did…?
    “Mmm,” Chris moaned a little, smiling as I looked up at him. “You tired?”
    “A little,” I yawned. I didn’t realize I even was tired. I did have to get up early today, and I’m used to getting up at somewhere around ten.
    “You can lay down on my lap, if you want,”
    I felt my chest constrict. Did I hear him right? Yes, I did! He offered me to lay down on his lap! Maybe he does have a thing for me. I can’t jump to conclusions just yet, though. Maybe Chris is just being nice. I hope it’s more than just that, though...oh, I really do. I smiled and laid down, placing my head right on Chris’s lap as I curled up in a ball near him, watching the movie. I suddenly felt very, very tired. I need to sleep, and I’ll do it right on Chris’s lap. I couldn’t be in a better place right now. I shut my eyes, and soon I was able to fall asleep.