It had been nearly a year since my parents had left me with my grandparents. They went on a trip, and their car had crashed, and had killed them both. My grandparents were old, and didnât understand me. So when my uncle Jason, my dadâs brother, who was only twelve years older then me suggested that I move in with him, I gladly accepted.
Jason was now thirty years old, and lived by himself. He had become a computer wiz and had made enough money to live comfortably. His house was not huge, but big enough that two people could live there without any problems. He decided that the empty room next to his would be the best for me to have, first off because it was empty, second it was big enough for a eighteen-years old who wanted some space and privacy.
The day I moved in he had helped me move my stuff from one house to the other, and helped me put me furniture where I wanted it. After that he left me to rearrange things how I want them. It felt nice to be able to put things somewhere without having to have someone supervise, just to make sure I didnât ruin anything. My grandparents were the type that had to have everything where they thought it went. It was usually somewhere other then where I wanted it, and that was just my stuff.
So to be able to move in with Jason was nice, already things were going great. Jason and I have always gotten along very well. During elementary school we were best friends, we would tell each other everything. As time went on, we stayed close, but we didnât tell each other as much as we use to.
After I had finished rearranging where I wanted everything, I decided that I wanted to go swimming, and maybe suns bathe. So I found my bikini, and my towel, and walked out to the swimming pool. I put just my feet in to test the water. It was pretty warm so I decided to dive in. The warm water felt good against my skin. As I began to swim laps, I let my thoughts wander.
As I was thinking, it hit me just how good looking Jason was. He was tall, and had fairly darker skin, so it always looked like he had a tan. He had dark brown eyes, and brown hair. Not to mention the fact that he worked out so he was very fit. As these thoughts hit me so did the fact that he was my uncle, and I just shook my head to forget what I had been thinking about. After all, wasnât it wrong to think about an uncle like that?
After another ten laps I decided that I was done, so I got out dried off and just laid out by the side of the pool. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew Jason, was shaking me to wake up. He said that if I wanted we could go to dinner, but I would have to get dressed first. I said that it sounded like fun, and I would be ready in twenty minutes. He just teased me and said he would time me, just to make sure.
When I had gotten dressed and ready, it had taken about twenty-five minutes, so as soon as he saw me he told me to hurry up because I was being a slow poke.
We got to the restaurant, it was just some national chain, that was nice, but it wasnât really fancy. Which was perfect for me. I didnât mind eating in causal clothing. We were seated, and told our waiter would be with us in a moment. Jason and I started talking about what I was going to do now that I was living with him instead of my grandparents. I said that it depended on how things went, and what he thought.
He suggested that because I had just graduated, and was planning to take a year off before I started college, and worked only part time, that I could either quit my job, and take the summer off, or work full time for him. He said he needs a receptionist, and I would be great for the job.
As I was thinking about it, when the waiter came and took our orders, and went and got our drinks. After he left again, I asked Jason what the hours would be, and how much I would be making, and how often I would have to work. He told me if I wanted he would only work me two or three days a week for a few hours each time, and he would pay me pretty decent. I decided that working for him was better then my other job cleaning. So I told him I would try it for a few days.
By the time we were done with dinner it was like we had never quit talking, we had told each other everything about one another. I told him about the boyfriends I dated in high school, he told me about the women he had been seeing. We talked about what it was like to live with my grandparents, and a little about my parents. It was still kind of strange that they werenât there anymore, and still a little hard for me.
