Him and His (BoyxBoy)

Homeward Bound

"Collin," he said with a smirk on his face "and you are?"

I reached my hand out to John and he flinched. The brief touch was cold and shockingly sharp. His reaction was fast and violent. 

"I-erm I'm about to be sick," John turned a brief shade of green and ran past the leather clad beast. I stood still. The tension in the air was sickening. 

"I'm Rocky," I said sheepishly. 

I ran to the suitcase at the bottom of the bed and dragged them along the carpet. Past the beast and Kirsty, dragging it down the carpeted stairs and I heard the rolling of wheels along the wooden floor. I grabbed the phone from the hook and called a taxi to pick us up. 

"Rox, where'd you go?" I heard John yell from upstairs. 

"I'm in the living room," I screamed back. "Put some clothes on first."

I heard a loud sigh and I waited for the taxi company to call me back. I heard a soft ring-tone from the coffee table. Our phones sat side by side, it was John's that had rang.

It was a text from 'C': What a nice welcome back present. 

The phone rang again. C: Looked all sexy in that towel. Your "boyfriend" was hot too- but we all know who you really love.

A soft tear rolled down my face. The family phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, taxi's here."

"Good, okay- bye then,"

I closed my eyes. I took a breath. 

"Who was that?"

I paused. 

"It's your ticket to freedom." I lifted the suitcase and nodded to indicate for him to follow me. I opened the door and dragged the case to the boot of the taxi

"Where are we going?" he asked. "Or is this some sort of kidnapping?"

I nodded and sat in the back of the taxi and John squeezed beside me. He kissed my cheek and nuzzled into my neck. I felt a cool stream drip down my neck- his tears. 

The car turned corners left, right. Straight ahead and stop. I looked up and saw my best friend's house. My boyfriends house. There was a sign in the front garden, hammered into the ground. It was a for sale sign. It was now covered with a sold sign. Boxes were strewn across the grass, crushing the grass and flowers. It wasn't his home anymore it was just a house. John lifted his head and stared at his home. The hazel eyes glazed over with shock. There were more tears. Roma stuck her head out from her window.

"Hey, bro." She screamed.

"Hi," he said quietly under the sound of tears.

We climbed out of the taxi and I grabbed the suitcase and we began walking along the garden. We turned our backs on the house and bent down next to a tree stump with our initials on it. It was our childhood tree. Blown down by the wind one summer we carved our names to remember about our last summer before we moved to high school. We sat down in the sun staring at our names for what will, probably, be the last time. The sun was shaded from behind us.

"I told you to NEVER come back again, fag!"