It's Nothing Personal

Neglected

"Alistair!" I looked up from my book to see my boyfriend then went back to reading. "Pay attention to me," he snapped snatching the book from my hands and throwing it behind him. I looked up again his brown hair disheveled and his blue eyes watery. I arched a brow at this, "Is...is something wrong?" "YES!!! HOW ARE YOU JUST NOTICING THIS?! I met this with a confused look, wasn't everything fine yesterday?

"It's obvious you don't love me," he said starting to cry. I didn't know how to handle his outburst, I've never been good at comforting people. "What do you mean I don't love you," I finally asked. "You never kiss me or hug me or anything," he cried. Needy. I ignored that thought and tried to focus on Grayson, "Well-well you know I'm not very good at showing affection."

"I know but you don't give me any affection! You don't even smile at me," he exclaimed crying harder. "I've been busy and besides you know my smiles are rare. Really it's nothing personal," I assured him, growing more uncomfortable by the second.

"How do I know your not lying," he asked sniffling. He's never been able to tell when your lying. No one has. "Grayson you know me well...you can tell if I'm lying or not," I said putting up my best effort to smile. He studied me for a moment then dove at me, tackling me to the ground in a hug. I didn't like hugs from anyone but his are bearable.

"It's okay," I said hoping those words were comforting. He just hugged me tighter. "I'm a distant guy who usually comes off as cold, selfish, and uncaring. Being an open book, showering you with affection...it's just not how I am," I said hoping that explanation would satisfy him. "I-I know but sometimes it feels like you hate me," he said wiping his eyes.

I sighed heavily, "Love or not. I don't always want to be around you but it's not because I hate you. I just need some space you know?" "But I don't need space. I want to be with you every single second of the day and I don't care how sappy that sounds," he said, the hug tightening again. And that's what makes us bad for you, a voice said.
...Us?

I pushed him off and pecked him on the lips before standing up. I grabbed my book and laid back down on the couch to start reading again. "Could I-I snuggle with you," he asked looking down at the ground and blushing. Reading time is me time..."Just this once," I said. He happily got on top of me laying his head on my chest.

"I won't lie, I'm not sure I'll ever get used to affection thing," I admitted. "But it's nice," he said smiling. "My parents never give me affection. Your the first and only person to give me this remember?" He nodded still smiling. "You're such a goofball," I muttered, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "But I'm your goofball," he said moving the book out of the way to kiss me.