Heath tried to relax as he laid there on his bed in his lounge pants and some T-shirt of Nick's. He couldn't believe Nick was in a high school production of Footloose. Just the thought of Nick dancing made him smile. Actually, Nick was head of props. But in Heath's head, well, Nick could be anything on stage.
He closed his eyes, but he heard someone knock. It was Maria with food.
"Are you all right?' She asked.
"Yeah, I guess so. Hard to get back into a schedule, I guess." Heath shrugged, looking to see she had made him a plate of tacos. He thanked her and she sat down on the wicker sofa he never set on. He ate at the desk close to his laptop. The tacos were amazing. Maria was a wonderful cook. Perhaps, that's why he liked being friends with her. All her little meals.
"So how is everything going?" He asked as she watched him eat which he didn't like in the least. "Got plans for summer?"
"Not really." She shrugged.
"But I thought you wanted to travel. Right?" He looked at her then thinking his mouth was greasy and so were his fingers.
"Kind of." She looked a tad sleepy eyed.
Heath went to kitchen then. Barefooted. Washing the dish and his face. He rinsed and dried it, ready to give it back to her.
"Thanks so much," he smiled, handing her the plate, which she hugged. and she was right there, leaning in for a kiss.
Heath blinked. The plate dropped suddenly and hit his big toe.
Heath tried to laugh, but it hurt. More of a shock, than anything else. Maybe it was her attempt to kiss him. They ended up crashing foreheads when they both bent down to pick up the plate.
"God." Heath sighed, backing away. "Sorry. Just-sit down. I-I have something I have to tell you." Heath felt a bit nervous about it, but he'd be more nervous if she tried to kiss him, again. Heath licked his raw lips. Finally he nursed the corner of his bottom lip as he paced. Thinking, Maria needed to know.
"Well, sit down, and tell me." She looked wounded. Still, by their little mishap.
"Uh." He cleared his throat. He guessed he could take a seat on the wicker sofa. But he sat as far away he could. Only it was a love-seat and that didn't leave much room. "Can you keep a secret?" He stared at her and she stared back. She gave him a nod.
He didn't say anything for the longest while but kept his arms crossed.
"Maybe if you told me a secret first then- no-sorry- I asked that- you don't have too." He shook his head, no. "Look," he sighed. "Something happened over spring break."
"I thought so. You're never gone this long. What happened?" She glared at him then.
"I-I got married." He tried to keep a straight face without getting giddy. Before he knew it, he was sitting up with his knees near his chest. He hugged his knees. "Only, its not to who you think it is."
"But Olivia, she's-she's so sweet." Maria told him.
"Yeah, she is. She's the definition of sweet." Heath told her. He winced, thinking then, how Maria had tried to kiss him. And now she was talking about Olivia. "But anyway, she's a friend. She's a really good friend to Nick and me. Remember him? Remember the guy who came with Olivia and Ravi?"
"Sort of," Maria shrugged. "He didn't say much."
"Nick and I got married in Iowa." He told her.
She looked as if she'd swallowed something awful sour.
"You can't tell anybody, Maria." Heath felt like a fool for telling her now. "Please, don't say anything."
She shook her head. "You're gay?"
"Yeah." He winced.
She shook her head, as if her gay radar had gone missing.
"That's impossible." She winced.
"No, I've been gay forever." He shrugged as if it wasn't that big of a deal.
"You just don't seem gay to me." She told him.
"Its called acting." Heath couldn't help but smile.
Maria smiled then.
"You're not going to tell anyone, right?" Heath asked, but deep down he was hoping she would.