Not so much a Hometown Hero

"You're everything I want."  

That's what he said to me Sunday night.  THE BOYFRIEND said that.  To me.

"And you're everything that I want."
"Really?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Well, it's good we found each other."

That was the best part of our trip to my hometown.  Everything went fine until I overheard my mother comment to my father after we had already gone outside to sleep.  I came back in to get the password for the wi-fi, the parents were in the shower.
"What do you mean you are letting her live with him?"

"That's what she wanted to do."
"I don't give a rat's crap!"
"She insisted."
"When?!"
"On the phone earlier." 

That's when I realized that they were talking about me and THE BOYFRIEND.  SO, I hightailed it outta there and back to the camper to express my anger to THE BOYFRIEND concerning my mom.  He thought it was funny.  I didn't at the time, but yes, I see the humor now.  It really is quite a funny thing.  I can't explain it, but you just gotta laugh at the hilarity of the situation.

Second, there aint anything to do in Clearwater.  I showed him all the bookstores and libraries that I liked to hang out at, usually due to the lack of much to do.  Yeah, I'm a bit lame.  No real stories or interesting places that I liked to go visit.  I usually hang out with friends, who weren't there this weekend!  Ahem.  You know who you are.

Sunday evening, we had dinner with the rest of the family.  Roast beef and mashed potatoes, with peach and blueberry cobbler for dessert.  YUM!!  My brother was there, which brings me to the third thing on the list of "not much fun in clearwater".  He didn't say a single fucking word to THE BOYFRIEND.  RUDE!  Whatever.  I told him that my brother was going to be an ass and a schmuck.

That night, we were supposed to go to the movies.  But I went to the wrong one.  We just said screw it and went to an arcade in Tampa.  Kinda dead arcade in Tampa, but it was something to do to get outta the house.  We drank a little.  He got a lovey on me during the drive home, not saying anything, but taking my hand and holding it while I drove and rubbing my neck and the like.  When we got home, and back in the camper, we settled down to watch Billy Elliot on Netflix, cuddling against each other.  Turning me around to face him, he kissed me gently and told me he loved me over and over again.  Moving to settle in between my thighs and legs, we rubbed noses and foreheads as affectionately as we could, trying the best we could to express love without words.  But sometimes all you have to express how you feel is words, because hearing from him what I mean to him is much more soothing to me:

"You're everything I want."
"And you're everything that I want."
"Really?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Well, it's good we found each other."

We pulled our underwear aside and made love after that.  Slow, fantastic, absolutely loving.   I didn't cum, but it didn't matter.  I just needed to know that I'm still all he thinks about.  Now, I know for sure and I won't be as ridiculous as I was before.   Earlier that day, I kinda snapped at him, expressing my thoughts about him and Lizi while we were driving around,

"You like to hang out with Lizi more than me."
"That's not true and you know it.  It just happens that way sometimes because of our schedule."
"...  I'm sorry about that.  I'm being ridiculous, I know."
"Just as long as you know it."
"So, what was that about?"

I just shrugged at him, and then sat in silence.

"I love you.  You know that."
"I do."

That's all.  Sometimes we grow apart, and to me we are as far away as two people could be.  But then, in moments of realization we aren't as far apart as I thought we were.  We are actually right where we are supposed to be, together.

It's amazing we found each other.  Sometimes we grow apart, and I don't know where we are.  Then moments like those above occur and we find each other.  We are always right where we need to be, together.