Wanted Is Love [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 20

I woke up Monday morning on Amy’s bed. She was already awake and doing her hair. Yeah, you might be wondering why I was there. Well, Saturday night after the events that took place, I asked Stella to take me home. She agreed but when we parked, she grabbed me and took me next door to Amy’s house. She didn’t want me to be alone with a fear of me hanging myself or self-harming or something. Amy kept watch of me that night and Sunday as well. I guess I must have been a mess the whole time. I recall ugly crying on the back of Stella’s motorcycle, and then she and Amy had to drag me up to Amy’s room. Stella made sure to hide all of the knives and anything else that could be classified as dangerous or a weapon.

Then on Sunday, I stayed in Amy’s bed all day and I’m pretty sure I was a pain in the ass. I made her get me breakfast and lunch and help me go to the bathroom. She stayed outside, of course. Then I made her read me the entire Harry Potter series 2 times in a row even though I knew every detail before. She was a fast reader. It would have been 3 times but then I wanted dinner. After that, we watched a bunch of movies that I knew word for word, but I said nothing. Amy was left alone quoting as I sobbed. We fell to sleep after that, well I cried myself to sleep, but I good a few good hours.

It was finally Monday. I’m beginning to realize why people hate Monday’s so much. I sat up and she looked over at me and smiled. I had the best friends ever. I also had the worst enemies ever. Overachiever Natalia and Perfect Steve. I thought the good guy was supposed to win? I guess this was real life. In real life, the villains are all at level 100 while you are just at level 5. That was a weird analogy. It made sense.

“You should get ready! School starts in twenty!” Amy yelled.

“That’s okay, I’ll stay here. I don’t have enough time anyways,” I sighed.

“Uh, yes you do. You get ready for school in less than ten minutes every day,” Amy countered.

“How do you know that, stalker?”

“I’m not stupid. Every morning when I text you to be outside in ten minutes I know that you scramble and finish your cereal quickly and then choke a few times and then throw your clothes on,” Amy explained.

“My stalker comment still stands,” I smiled.

“At least you didn’t know about the hidden cameras… Oh crap, I just told you,” Amy kidded.

“I love you,” I laughed.

“If you really loved me then you would go to school.”

“Then I don’t.”

“Damn. Seventeen years of friendship means nothing to you.”

“Maybe if it was eighteen years, then it would be different.”

“Shut up,” Amy laughed. “Listen I know that what you saw was devastating and that you made a big mistake or whatever, but you made the choice to reject him. He made his choice as well, his second choice if I might add.”

“But I love him,” I cried. “He’s my everything. He was my first love. My-“

“Listen Taylor Swift, he moved on. Now it’s your turn. Stop dwelling on this one guy, there are plenty out there. Just wait till next year, there are bound to be a lot in Boston,” she lectured. I nodded. “Speaking of Boston, he’s waiting for us outside. You need to change.”

“I have to go back home. My clothes are there. Guess I can’t go or we will be late.”

She pointed over by the closet. She had one of my outfits hanging up on the door. “No problem.”

“B-But…”

“Stella broke into your house and took some clothes from your house before she left on Saturday.”