Neglect... (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 5 "Apologies"

I woke up to the sound of my house phone ringing. Though I could not get it, because it took me long enough to get on this couch, I sure as hell did not expect to get off of it in time. I listened to each ring, trying to guess who it may be at every pause before the next ring. All of a sudden I saw my father run out to the phone.
"Are you def? Why didn't you call me out the moment you heard it ring?" At that he picked up the phone, and the way his voice transitioned from annoyed to prim and proper was amazing to me. There would me times when my father and I would be home alone, and he would be right in the midst of hitting me and the phone would ring. He would let me go and walk over to the phone extremely nonchalantly and greet the person as if nothing was going on, and there wasn't a care in the world.

"Good evening, whom may I be speaking to?" He greeted.
"Um... This is Kevin, may I um speak--" he started but was cut off by my father, who was right back to annoyed.
"Okay. Stop right there. You do realize you had the nerve the other day to tell me what you were and were not going to do in my house, and right after that you still had the audacity to assault me. IN MY OWN HOME!" My father yelled. I could practically see the spit fly from his mouth onto the receiver as he spoke.
"Yes sir, I am aware, and I am very sorry that the whole situation happened. I do realize it probably could have been handled in a very different way. Though I do need to talk to your son please." he pleaded in an extremely respectful manner. I saw my father roll his eyes and make his way over to me reluctantly and he handed me the phone. I wished my father had just said no and slammed the phone down, but for some reason my father had softened up a lot.
"Hey..." I said shyly as I put the phone up to my ear.
"Hey, Matthew. I just wanted to apologize for everything that has happened. The situation with your dad. I had no right to do what I did, and the situation in school. I mean I have a feeling that ass whole deserved it, but it still wasn't my battle. I just...I really miss you." he explained. I could almost see the tears collect in his eyes.
"One second..." I said as I covered the receiver with my hand and whispered to my dad.
"Can he come over? I need to talk to him..." I asked starting to tremble. I knew that asking my dad for favors was the last thing you wanted to do. Before my 15th birthday one year I asked my dad if I could get an iPod for my birthday, and he looked at me and started to throw things at me. He was screaming that I was a spoiled little faggot who need to be taught a lesson. I was hoping his soft side would not fizzle out.
"Go ahead, I am going to be going over to your mothers parents house today to talk to them about her memorial anyway in a bit so you guys can have the house to yourselves for a wile. But he goes home at 10, you have school in the morning." He sighed. I was liking this new dad. I actually felt for the first time that he may love me. Though I knew it was too good to be true, so I was not going to get myself used to it.
"Why don't you come over and we can talk." I said into the phone hoping he still waned to see me.
"Are you sure, I mean last time I was over shit hit the fan... and it hit it hard." he explained in a half teasing half serious manner.
"My dad said it was okay, and he isn't going to even be here by the time you get here. Unless you don't want to see me, then that's fine." I said in a devilish tone, that I was not one but upset about.
"No! No, I want to see you, I was just... I just, didn't want to cause anymore trouble for you, I mean you have been through hell already."

Kevin May appear big and tough, but on the inside he is very sensitive. That's one thing I liked about him. The fact that someone like me could fluster someone like him brought joy to me for some reason.
"Just come over." I said. At that I clicked the end button and handed the phone back to my father.
"Okay well I have to go on over to your grandma and pa's house now. Call me if you need anything." I nodded and at that my father disappeared through the front door.
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About an hour whet by before I heard the code knock. I have never been so nervous to hear that knock.
"C-come in!" I yelled. I watched cautiously as the door knob turned and the door opened. The way the sun was shining behind Kevin made a silhouette. It was an image that I would never forget.
"Hey." is all he could manage to get out. I watched as he nervously watched the ground.
"Come over here, and stop acting like a stranger." I called out from the couch. I watched as his body swayed perfectly over to me. He sat himself right on the floor next the couch so his face was right next to mine.
"I'm sorry." I said leaning a bit closer to his face.
"What?" He asked tilting his head slightly like a puppy.
"I said, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for putting you in that situation with my dad, I'm sorry for yelling at you, I'm just sorry okay. You know I didn't even want to go to school today. Not because of the stares and whispers, but because of the guilt. The fact that you were merely trying to help when you stood up to my dad. Your heart was in the right place and how did I repay you?, I kicked you out of my house. The guilt made it unbearable for me to see you. I mean I seem to ruin anything good that happens to me. I mean first the thing with my mom, and now I finally make the first friend I have made in five years, and I find a way to screw that up too. So to that, I am so sorry." As I finished the last sentence I took a deep breath of fresh air. It felt good to get this all out.

"Wow. I mean you didn't ruin anything. That was on me sweet heart." he said taking my hand.
"No, if I hadn't had you over and--"
"Shut up! You did nothing wrong. You had every right to yell at me. I have this tendency to always turn to violence. It is something my therapist and I are working on in fact." He explained smiling.
"So your not angry with me?" I asked feeling relieved, but annoyed that he just told me to shut up.
"Of anyone should be mad, it would be you." he said followed by a wink. Every movement he made was graceful and beautiful.
"Well I'm not mad at you, so can we just go back to the way we were, when we could laugh and talk about anything?" I asked tightening my grip on his hand. Just then he leaned into me and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. I felt my cheeks begin to burn with redness.
"Awe, it's good to know I can still make you blush like that." he teased. I playfully pushed him away and for the first time in forever everything seemed perfect except for my mom being dead, but I guess there is a reason for everything. To think that if we had never gotten into the crash, I never would have had the bond with Kevin that I do, and my father would probably not have softened up. Though I still did not expect that to last very long.

"So what happened when you got pulled out of the class room anyway. I didn't see you for the rest of the day after that happened?" I asked breaking the awkward silence.
"Oh, I just got out of school suspension for the next 4 days that's all." as he said those words, a sensation of gilt swept over me.
"It's okay, don't feel bad about that. That was on me too." he explained with a playful wink. He always seemed to know the right thing to say.