CHOOSE ME!

Part 2

Alex pov
It's been a month since Charlie move in, he was rude and didn't talk to me a lot but today was both of our day off work. He gently knocked on my door even though I repeatedly told him not to but he does it anyway, he says in case I have a girl over and he doesn't want to catch us doing anything. But I was too scared to tell him that I was gay and may like him a little, or a lot, in case I lose him or he does what my dad used to do. I told him to come in and he gently opened the door, "I was wondering if you would want to go to lunch with me if your not too busy."

I swear I felt my heart beat stop for a second, "w-w-what? L-Lunch?" I asked nervously. He looked at me confused with his head slightly tilted cutely. "Yeh, lunch," he said sarcastically, "ummmm, ok, sure, yeh I'll go to lunch with you," my hands started sweating and I began talking fast, it happens when I get nervous. I hadn't been allowed lunch since I was 11.

We arrived at a cute little cafe, we sat down at a round table with a soft yellow checkered table cloth. We sat in silence, looking over the menu, sandwiches and cakes and sweets filled the menu. Charlie had a little smile on his face every time I glanced at him, probably thinking of taking his girlfriend here next time, not his stupid roommate. I started to panic and it clearly showed on my face, "you alright there?" Charlie asked, he actually looked concerned, something I had never seen before. "Nothing, I'm just not used to eating lunch," I said. I almost felt ashamed of myself, his normally slender green eyes grew wide and surprisingly doe. He shook his head as if he was snapping out of a daze, "yeh I can tell," he replied clearly trying to sound sarcastic but it didn't work and he looked nervous as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly with his head down.

Charlie's pov
Alex was looking very worried and hasn't spoken since I asked him to come to lunch with me. Why did I do that in the first place? I always found him cute and for some reason I was protective over him. It was as if I was falling for him. No no no no, don't think like that Charlie, you're not gay.

Whilst reading the menu full of delicious sandwiches and cakes and sweets I took small glances at the small boy sat across from me. A small smile appeared on my face and grew subconsciously every time I looked at him. His dark messy brown hair matched his dark pools of brown eyes, they looked like big round Maltesers. He was only short, about 5'6 but he was very thin and malnourished, it looked as though he could snap every time he picked something up. I then looked up completely and found his gaunt pale face go as white as it could, he looked panicked as his chocolate eyes darted back and forth from the menu.

"You alright there?" I asked concerned written all over my face, "nothing, I'm just not used to eating lunch."

My eyes went wide, how could he be skipping meals, is that why he's so thin. So many thoughts ran through my mind, but it ended with one, why do I care so much? I soon snapped out of my thoughts and tried to be cold to him again. Why am I so scared to let this boy see me being soft and gentle, maybe I just really hated him. Yeh that's what it is.... I really really hate him.

"Yeh I can tell," I said, why? Why would I say that? I felt awkward and I looked back down at the menu, rubbing the back of my neck. My nails scratched the back of my neck and made it bleed. I hissed at the pain and pulled my hand away, it of course had blood on it. Shit, that hurts.

I heard a small gasp as I put my hand on the scratch again and it revealed more blood than before, my eyes darted up towards Alex without moving my head and my hand on the back of my neck to stop the blood. "Are you bleeding?" Alex asked worriedly, I nodded my head slightly, "it's fine, I just caught my nails on it, a mere scratch," but when I looked up he was gone.

My eyes scanned every nook and cranny of the room but he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Then I felt a pair of cold hands in my neck, one gripping around it and the other touching the scratch, making it sting as he did. I felt my face and ears go red and suddenly my heart rate picked up. Why did he make me so nervous?