The Big Guy, Small Guy (boyxboy)

Maximiliano P.o.v

Maximiliano P.o.v

I stare silently at the boy in front of me.

Beautiful. Beautiful is the only word crossing my mind at the moment. His pale turquoise eyes, glinting with concern and curiousity. His messy brunette hair, swept away from his sight. His pale, smooth skin. Everything about the person standing in front of me was perfect.

"Are you okay? You aren't talking at all." His sweet voice sounded, swiftly crashing my senses.

My eyes widen when I realize I was being rude and disrespectful.

"I apologize for my impoliteness. I am fine, thank you for helping." I start to sit up, but flinch when my sides ache harshly.

"No you're not. Come on. We need to get you somewhere comfortable." He leaned against me, helping me up.

I open my mouth to protest, but snap it shut when he glares.

Honestly, for his size, he was quite scary.

We start walking to what I assume is his car, when he stops.

"Shit. Oh shit. Oh shit." He curses. "I forgot I had detention yesterday!" He groans loudly.

"You should get to class then. I have to, too. I don't want to be behind." I whisper, not really wanting him to let go.

He shakes his head violently. "No, screw them. Come on." He started walking again, me latching at his side.

We reached his Lincoln and stopped. "Alright, you go in the back, I don't want you to move your back." he ordered.

I leaned forward going to open the door, but his hand smacked mine away. "Don't move your back." He snapped.

I nodded and stayed still, making him smile.

He opened the car door and put his small hand on my lower back, me blushing slightly.

"Lay down." He instructed, hand still on my back, "And keep your back straight."

I nodded and crawled in, blushing furiously as my behind was in the air.

I turn away from the drivers seat, so he doesn't see my red face.

I do not understand why I am acting this way, nor do I understand why I am going with a stranger to god knows where.

"Why were those three beating you up?" He asks.

"I don't know." I whisper.

"You don't know. How the hell do you not know?" He asks, "Well, in the end, I kinda understand. Their fudging assholes." He continued when I stayed silent.

I refrain from flinching at his choice of 'words.' Are "kinda" and "fudging" actually even words?

"May I ask where we are going?" I ask queitly.

"My home. My parents will be there." He answers instantly.

My eyes widen, and my mouth hangs open. His home? His parents? They'll surely kick me out. I'm huge, they will think I am a bad influence, when in all seriousness. I'm a good influence.

"Can you take me home, please?" I ask, being quiet again.

The silence flowed through us, making me become worried until he answers.

"No." He answers. "You're hurt, and I will not take you home, sorry." He says, sternly

I nod, knowing he can't see.

Why isn't he afraid of me? How come he isn't shivering in fear like all the boys I've seen his size do?

In a way, this all makes me happy. Gives me hope that I can finally have a friend.