Dear Diary ~ 7.3.2020

7.27.2020



Finals were over, my last one was 2 days after his as he was a part time student and I had a bigger course load. I’d been back home where I lived with my mom for 3 days, when she called to me and said I had a visitor.

It was Bean, at my door.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my brain not quite wrapping round the idea that I was seeing him here, at my home, and not at school. Before he could answer I continued, “Your parents let you come here?” And then over it all, “And how do you know where I live?” I hadn’t been giving him time to answer as I fired questions through the screened front door.

He put on his nervous grin, and there was enough of a pause in my questions that he had time to respond. “I saw your home address in some of the admin mail on your desk,” he answered. “You know I remember things.”

Yes, I knew that. “And…” I was still trying to decide if this stalkery behavior was making me angry. “And your parents let you come?” I looked out and saw his car in the driveway. He drove here. Quick math, 7 hours from home. And still a high school student, and all the potential problems that could entail. Fooling around on campus was one thing… I immediately wondered if crossing state lines was an entirely new problem for me.

His smile left his face, I guess I was being a little intense, and he was picking up on it. “I thought… you’d like to see me. I’m really happy to see you,” he tried to put his smile back on.

I didn’t know what to think. I was a little irked that he came, and a little concerned because I KNOW his parents didn’t let him drive 2 states away, and I was actually a little happy to see him. Not sure where to go with it, “Ugh, come in,” and opened the screen door. He entered and I turned to follow, and saw Mom snooping from the kitchen. She and I made eye contact, and I told Bean, “Wait here a sec.” I needed her input on this.

I went to the kitchen, “C’mere,” and went out onto the back deck. She followed.

She closed the door, and I laid it out: “He’s a Freshman, we’ve hooked up a few times, he’s in love with me, and I’m sure his parents wouldn’t be happy if they knew he was here.”

She looked at me silently, then smirked. “I guess you made an impression.”

I rolled my eyes in forced agreement, “Yes, Mom.”

“He can’t be 18?” she asked.

I shook my head.

“Do you want him to stay, or is this a scary stalker thing?”

I looked at him through the back screen door, in the other room. He was looking at pictures on the wall. So stupid and cute.

“No… he’s fine. But… he’s a college freshman, but still in high school, too….”

“He’s tall but I thought he looked young,” mom agreed.

“Yeah… I’m almost positive his parents don’t know he’s here. And he lives near the school, so….”

She considered that a moment, “So… this could be a not good thing.”

I nodded.

She looked at me steadily for a moment. “Well, I’d better call his mother. If a missing person report goes out, we don’t want to be found with the young boy my daughter is molesting.”

I opened my mouth to object, but in all honestly, couldn’t. I merely got out an uncomfortable exhale.