The Scent Of Jayy Von Monroe... +PART ONE+

I hold the flashlight nervously, the bright beam of light slightly shivering. I brush my hair away from my face once again, sighing in frustration. It had been almost two hours now, and I still hadn't worked up the courage to open Jayy's door. I clench the flashlight tighter. My hand was beginning to get sweaty. I slowly move forward, deciding it was now or never. Jayy would be up in an hour and a half or so. I move closer to Jayy's door, wincing as I step on a loose floor board. The squeak that came from it sounded like an avalanche. I move forward more, wincing as it squeaks again. After what seems like a lifetime, I finally make it to Jayy's door. I lean forward and press my ear against it, careful not to put too much pressure on it. I couldn't hear a thing. I cross the fingers on my left hand, hoping he was asleep. I had no clue how i was going to explain myself to him if he caught me. Honestly, no excuse would really work. I uncross my fingers and slowly turn the knob on his door, shaking more now. The dim light from the kitchen filters down through the hallway and a square of light makes it's way into his room as i open the door further and further. I decide halfway is enough. I really couldn't risk getting caught.

You see, i am on a mission. Jayy is...well...gay, as you know. But, no matter how hard i try, he barely seems to notice me. I've even been more forward, hugging him for longer than was necessary, or sometimes even holding his hand. Still, he's always the first one to pull away from the hug. The first one to let go of my hand. I finally just gave up the other day. It was obvious he wasn't interested. So, if i can't have him...maybe i can have his scent. Okay, i know it sounds really creepy, but Jayy just smells...really good. I'm here to get a shirt or something that he won't miss. After the smell wears off...i can return it. No big deal, right? Well, it is if i get caught.

I slowly walk into the room, being as quiet as i can. His closet was on the far right side of the room, shoved way back in the corner. I take a peek at Jayy. His bed is in the middle of the room, a couple feet away from the closet. His back is towards me, for which i'm extremely grateful. It lessens the chance of me getting caught. Listen, i know it wouldn't really be a big deal if i did happen to get caught, but i do care about Jayy. I don't want things to be weird between us.

My eyes dart back to the closet, and i breathe out in relief. It's open. Thank god. I slowly creep forward, pointing the flashlight towards the ground so the light doesn't wake Jayy up. I end up getting to the closet without much trouble. I go in, pointing the flashlight up now, deciding what i should take. There! An old green tank top that he barely ever wears. I grab it and turn to leave the closet. Just as i get out of it, the light flicks on. I freeze, caught in my boxers, his green tank top, and a flashlight.

"What are you doing?" Jayy asks.

Shit.