The sun was shining brightly into my bedroom window as my eyes squinted open. I sat up and let out a long yawn, stretching my arms high above my head. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock beside my bed. 11:30.
I tossed the covers off of my naked body and rolled out of bed. I found it funny that I would always put at least my gym shorts on before walking to the bathroom but now I can just let it all hang out.
I walked into the bathroom and was immediately struck by the thick cloud of steam that was hanging in the air. As soon as I got done with my morning ritual, I heard the shower shut off and the shower door slide open.
"Good morning Joe." Dad gingerly stepped out of the shower onto the black bathmat. He grabbed his towel from the rack and began toweling off his buff body.
"Good morning Dad." I said washing my hands in the sink, watching him out of the corner of my eye.
Dad finished toweling off and put the towel back on the rack. He walked up beside me at the sink and cleared the condensation off of the mirror. "So, any plans for today?" He said fixing his hair.
"Yeah, I'm going to go to a party at a friends house." I said.
"That's cool." My dad looked at me with a stern eye. "You're not going to be drinking are you?"
"No." I knew the routine and the interrogation I was in for.
"Drugs?"
"No."
"Hookers?"
I laughed. "No dad."
"Prank phone calls?" My dad said cracking a smile.
"Well, maybe one or two." I chuckled.
My dad laughed and rested his hand on my shoulder. I looked up in his eyes as he did mine. "I'm serious son." He said patting my shoulder. "No drinking, no smoking, no drugs."
"I know dad."
I grabbed my jeans off the floor from yesterday and dug around in the pocket for the piece of paper with Brad's number on it. I pulled it out and picked my phone up from my desk and dialed the number. Suddenly, as I held the phone up to my ear and heard the first ring, butterflies started swarming in my stomach and a wave of nervousness came over me.
"Hello?" Brad answered. I loved the sound of his voice. It was kind of a raspy mellow voice that suited him well.
"Hey Brad, it's Joe." I said trying not to sound nervous.
"Joe." Brad simply said. "I didn't think you were going to call."
Suddenly George's finger came into my mind, pointing at me telling me to go to the cabin. "So, is that party still on at the cabin?"
"Uh, yeah, if you still want to go." Brad said. I could sense a flicker of nervousness in his voice.
"Yeah." I said.
"Cool man." Brad said. "So, I guess you want to take the highway and get off at exit thirteen. It's kind of a drive from there, you go up into the reserve and take a road marked ten."
"Okay." I said writing down the last bit of the directions. "What time should I be there?"
"Five O' Clock?" Brad asked.
"Sure." I said.
"Alright man, I'll see you there."
"Later." I said closing the phone. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh feeling relieved that Brad even answered. I quickly opened my phone again and dialed George.
"Hello?" George's hello was like Mrs. Doubtfire had answered the phone.
"Hey George, it's Joe."
"Joe." George said in the same falsetto voice. "Have you gone to the cabin yet." He asked in a serious manner.
"I'm going at five." I said.
"This is so exciting." George squealed. "I was talking to some more people and that rumor is getting more and more credible."
"Did he come out or something?"
"Apparently someone from the football team went to pay Brad a visit at his house." George went on. "When the fellow teammate let himself into Brad's house, he found Brad staring at two sexy studs doing the dirty on his computer screen."
I laughed. "That had to be embarrassing."
George gasped. "I wonder if the teammate and Brad...you know."
I could tell George was going to faint from the blood loss to his brain. "I don't know George. Hey, I have to go get ready for tonight."
"Joe, you sexy stud, you tell me everything that happens tonight." George demanded.
"You know it." I said. "I'll talk to you later."
"Bye."
I hung up my phone and put it on my computer desk. The excitement was killing me and the anticipation was building. I couldn't wait for five o' clock.