Page 19 of Shadowing My Dreams
“You’re an ass.” I turned back to the computer.
“Look, it’s just… I’ll try to keep it in check. I mean, I’m terrified to touch you so…”
“Well, there is that.” I’m repulsive. I know it. Even if that’s not what he meant, and I know that wasn’t what he meant, it still got under my skin.
“You need my password yet, Gramps?”
“Oh, I… Yeah.” I clicked on my wifi. “Which is it?”
“Daddy69,” he grinned.
“You’re fucking with… Oh, you’re serious,” I groaned as I saw that exact wifi pop up as available. “Password?”
“8Inches!”
“Are you…”
He grinned.
“You may just fucking kill me.” I moaned, partly with desire and partly with annoyance.
“I’d be gentle,” he held his hands up. “Sorry, cute boy and I flirt. I’ll try to stop myself. I did say that I’m never touching you again, didn’t I?”
“You’re going to have to, probably. But we’ll deal with that and my wounded ego another time,” I sighed. “Here is the attachment that you sent me. Let me open it.”
“Should I order dinner while we wait? Your computer might take… Oh, it’s opening.”
“You really are as big of a dick as you… appear, aren’t you?” I snickered.
“I was. I… uh… don’t want to be that guy anymore. I mean, dying changes a person. I guess? I’ve barely left my house since I got back. I’m trying to be more present and take better – make better choices. I never realized how lonely I was until I was lying there in the hospital, and the only person who came was Daveed. I was a crappy friend, and I tried really hard not to be someone’s boyfriend for long. I… Sorry, it’s… nice to actually say that to someone.”
I was shocked. He was really opening up and that could be super dangerous for me if he kept saying things like this. “Change is good.”
“As long as that change doesn’t come with dying, I’d agree with you.”
I read one of the documents. “So, your house was built in nineteen-twenty by the original owner. They sold it in the late forties. Then that person sold it a few years later.” I scrolled down. “There were a lot of sales between forty and sixty. Oh, here is an owner that bought it in seventy-four. He didn’t really look like a disco gay, did he?”
“I have no idea what… Oh!” He laughed. “Disco! He had short hair. He wasn’t wearing bellbottoms. Maybe?”
“Pamela Myers owned it from seventy-four until ninety-four, and then she sold it. There’s an address here.” I opened my browser and typed in one of the many websites that helped me with my investigations. I typed in the name and address and waited.
“What are you… Shit! That has so much information. Can you do that for anyone?” He gasped.
“There’s no such thing as privacy if you’ve ever signed up for anything, got on the internet, or have an address. Big Brother can always find you. This is a website that connects to all the public records. I can even find your credit history if I need to, or your porn history if I were interested.”
“God, I hate this world. Maybe Iamthe grandpa? Who watches porn when you can just fuck?” he leaned a little closer but was careful not to touch me.
“I’m glad you’re finally seeing things my way. You are older than me.” I held up my hand. “Hand me my cell phone, please. It’s on the other side of you.”
He picked it up, and I saw how careful he was in putting it in my hand without touching me. It was totally for the best. I may have softened on him a little, but he was still the kind of guy I shouldn’t give the time of day to. A player stayed a player – leopards didn’t change their spots. But his aura also couldn’t lie. He didn’t either. He believed what he said. He wanted to change. Maybe I could be… STOP!
“He was definitely wearing more modern clothes,” I suggested. “You can usually spot something before the sixties pretty easily.”
“Well, you maybe.” He chuckled. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never really cared about fashion too much. I prefer jeans and tank tops.”
“Yeah, I know.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you in a shirt with sleeves since I met you.”
“I mean, I’ve been home. I’m not sure I’ve even worn jeans.”
