When your mother first told you that your family would be hosting a foreign exchange student for a semester, you didn't think that it'd be anything special, and you certainly weren't wild about sharing your room with somebody for five months. But that all changed when you first laid eyes on your new roommate. Though at fourteen he was two years younger than you, Brandon had a calm, confident demeanor that you were instantly attracted to, not to mention a slender, athletic body. Being in more advanced classes back home in Taiwan, the school decided to have him mirror your schedule, and you became fast friends.
The past four and a half months have flown by, and the attraction you had when you first met him has now blown into an all-out crush. You've been hesitant to try and see if Brandon reciprocates your feelings, not sure if the flirtiness you detect from him is sincere or just a cultural difference. But now it's the weekend before Brandon has to return home, and you realize that it'd eat at you forever if you didn't at least try to see how he felt about it too.
Luckily, your parents were called away to attend to an emergency with your mother's aunt up in New Jersey, which meant that you and Brandon had the house alone to yourself. Well, almost alone. Sure, your twelve-year-old brother Skylar was still here, but he kept mostly to himself, staying in his bedroom on the computer with the door closed, so except for meals it would be like he wasn't even there.
As you watched your parents' car back out of the driveway and head off to the airport, your heart started to beat a little faster. This was it, you realized. You had promised yourself to talk to Brandon tonight about this, and it did no good to put it off any longer. You walked into the living room, where Brandon was sitting on the sofa, watching television, and you sat down on next to him.
"They're gone?" he asked, gesturing towards the door.
"Yeah," you nodded. "Here begins the best weekend of lives!"
Brandon chuckled at you and shook his head. "The way you're talking, Taylor, I would almost think you had something big planned."
He looked up, smiling softly, and you for a moment you suspected that he somehow knew what you wanted to talk to him about. "Well, its not really something planned... it's ... more like something I ... I guess that I..." Geez, why did the words suddenly become so difficult to say, you thought. "...I wanted to talk to you about."
"Oh?" Brandon's eyes widened a little but the smile remained on his lips.
"Yeah..." You had thought out and practiced what you were going to say in this situation for the past two days, but all of that seemed to have disappeared from your mind now. "I guess... we've known each other for a few months now. Right?"
"Nearly five months, Taylor. That's why I'm leaving next week, remember?"
Your cheeks began to get red a little, but you swallowed and continued. "Exactly. And I think we've become really close friends since then. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Taylor..." The few seconds it took Brandon to pause and gather his thoughts seemed to stretch on for hours. "I would say that you're my closest friend. Closer than anyone I've ever met before, even back home. I feel like... I can be myself around you, you know?"
Time suddenly caught back up with you, and your head began to pound. "Wow..." You couldn't find anything else to say; you were so overwhelmed.
"And..." Brandon continued, placing his hand on your shoulder, "I have something I want to tell you."
"What?" You didn't mean for your question to sound so startled, but this definitely wasn't something you had planned for. "I mean, go ahead. Tell me."
Brandon stared at you for a moment. "There's no one else that knows what I'm about to say, Taylor. Not even my family or friends back at home. That's how much I'm trusting you with this."
Your mind swirled with the possibilities of what he could be about to say. Was it possible that he had picked up on your attraction and was about to tell you what you had been going to tell him?
"This might be hard to believe," he said, "but I promise you it's true, and I'll be able to prove it. But, Taylor..." Brandon closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "I'm a god."
You blinked. "A god?" The words didn't even make sense in your ears, at least at first. It was so counter to anything you had been expecting. And it really didn't make any sense at all. "You mean... Wait, what DO you mean?"
Brandon stood up, walking towards the window. "I mean I have divine powers. I can... control things, and change things. Hear people's thoughts. Really, I can do pretty much whatever I want."
You were stunned. No, stunned was too weak a word for how you were feeling. You were flabbergasted. Floored. Completely and utterly confused and thrown for a loop. None of those cliches seemed to even come close to how you felt. What Brandon had said was preposterous, you knew. But yet, you had come to know him as one of the most honest people you had ever met, and the way he said it seemed so sincere... What if...
"Wait a second." Something he had said just clicked with you. "You can hear people's thoughts?" You began to think that maybe you weren't so wrong when you thought he might have known what you were about to say.
"Yes, Taylor." Brandon turned around and faced you again. "And, yes, you were right. I knew you were about to tell me that you were hoping that we could become more than just friends."
Amazement, horror, and disbelief all filled your head at once. "But... But..." You suddenly realized the implications of what he had said. If he could hear your thoughts... then there had definitely been some thoughts he would've picked up over the past five months... thoughts concerning the more...physical nature of your attraction to him...that you would rather him not to know about.
Chuckling, Brandon shook his head. "Don't worry about that kidna thing, Taylor. Believe me, I got used to the idea long ago that what goes on in people's heads is far less controlled than what they say and how they behave. And besides, I kinda like the idea of you thinking that way about me. I guess you could say that I'm flattered."
"Okay..." Well, you were definitely in a way different topic than you were expecting to be discussing before. One that seemed way beyond belief. But, you thought, you might as well go with it. "So wait, does that mean... that you feel the same... way about me that I feel about you?"
Brandon's smile faded just slightly. "That's the issue, I guess." He sat down next to you again, placing his hand on your knee, which sent a shiver down your spine. "I mean, I'm omnipotent, omniscient, can snap my fingers and cause the whole world to change if I want... but I can't make up my mind on how to feel about this... about you."
"Oh." You weren't quite sure how to take that, but it didn't sound entirely good.
Sensing your fear, Brandon looked up at you and leaned in a little closer. "Don't get me wrong, Taylor. I think you're hot, and I would love to try to see where we would go if we took our relationship to the next level. And, with my powers, the whole 'long-distance' thing wouldn't really be that much of a factor. But I'm worried that my... my powers, my nature, whatever... would get in the way."
Your heart had resumed its attempts to break through your chest, pounding faster than you had ever felt it pound before. He said he thought you were hot! He felt the same way about you! At least... part of him did. "Well," you started, "that sounds like a legitimate concern. But... well, maybe we could use this weekend as kind of a ... trial period, you know?"
"A trial period?"
"I mean..." you said, pausing to gather your thoughts. The idea of dating a god was a little intimidating, yes, but also exciting. "We could just kinda see how it goes over the next two and a half days. You know, play around with each other, maybe even have a little fun with your powers, whatever. And then we can talk again on Sunday before my parents get home. If either of us feel that it wouldn't work out long-term, then we'd agree to stay good friends. But, if we both like it..."
Your voice trailed off, and you saw the corners of Brandon's lips turn upwards. "I suppose that's fair. Besides," his voice lowered as he leaned in closer, and you felt his warm breath against your ear. "There's so many things I've wanted to do with you over the past five months, that it's been killing me not to try them."
Before you knew it, Brandon wrapped his arms around you and brought his lips up to yours, and the two of you kissed. Surprised at first, your lust quickly kicked in and you return the kiss back with as much intensity as you can muster. All time seemed to have stopped as you make out with him; as amazing as you had imagined this moment would be, it actually happening was infinitely more exhilarating. You almost wished that your life would stop right there, on the highest note you could ever imagine happening.
After a minute, or so, Brandon pulled back, your saliva still moist on his lips. Grinning, he wiped them dry with his wrist. "I think our trial is off to a good start."
You chuckled and nodded. "Whatever happens over the rest of the weekend, it will all be worth it for that moment alone."
The two of you stared into each other's eyes. "Well," Brandon finally says after a long silence, "I got to do one of the things I wanted to do. What do you want to do next, Taylor?"
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