I can't Hurt You - Marcus Lopez Arguello

12

I made it back to King's still high off my ass. Stumbling towards my dorm I ran into other students doing the same. Although I was exhausted, I felt disgusting. The smell of weed lingered all over my clothing and hair. My breath smelled like a mixture of it and all kinds of alcoholic drinks. I simply couldn't go to sleep like this.

I tiredly grabbed a new pair of underwear and an oversized shirt along with my toiletries. I went into the girls' locker room not even noticing if there were others there or not. I scrubbed myself clean, got dressed, and headed back to the dorms. Once I made it back to my room I threw my clothes on the floor along with my toiletries and plopped face down on the bed. God, I could already feel the hangover kicking in.

Just then, my door opened abruptly making me look at who it was. Marcus stood there with a frantic expression on his face, still wearing his party attire.

"Arguello? What are you doing here, dude?" I asked.

"What am I doing here? What do you mean what am I doing here? I was looking for you, dumbass! After the cops showed up I couldn't find you I thought you got arrested or some shit. Where the fuck were you?" He asked.

"Oh. Well you kinda just stormed off at the party. I figured you wanted some alone time. Besides, you were being a complete asshole about shit. So I smoked all my joints in the kitchen. When the cops came I made a run for it." I replied now sitting up.

"I did, you know, want some alone time. You know I need you more, though. I was just worried about you." He said pulling me into a hug.

"Can we stay here tonight instead of your dorm? I don't have the energy to walk all the way over there." I said tiredly.

"Yeah, baby, we can stay here." He said with a smile.

We laid under the covers cuddling like we always do.

"I'm sorry about what I said." He said not looking at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Your brother." He replied and that was enough to remind me of the painful memory.

"Oh, yeah, it's cool." I played it off.

"No, it's not." He said finally looking at me.

"Arguello-" I said before he cut me off.

"You were right. I've been on edge all day because of Rory. I feel guilty for some stupid reason. I didn't mean to take it out on you. It's just, you were following me around at the party, but I get it now. You were just trying to look out for me." He said.

"It's okay. Just please don't hide things anymore. I know it's hard to talk about it sometimes, but I can't help you if you don't talk about it." I said cupping his cheek.

"You're perfect." He said with a smile after a couple minutes of silence.

"Shut it, Arguello. You're making me go soft." I laughed.

We cuddled up together again and slowly but surely he drifted off. I couldn't sleep, not with the words this beautiful boy had said to me running through my mind. 'You're perfect.' It sounded amazing coming from him. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was fully asleep next to me. I ran my fingers through his curls a bit, not waking him up.

"Fuck, Arguello, you got me whipped. I'm fucking falling for you and it's scaring the shit out of me." I whispered as I ran my fingers through his curls as he slept on my chest.

This boy could fuck my life up and I'd thank him. I went to sleep with a stupid smile plastered on my face. The stupid smile only Marcus Lopez Arguello could manage to put on my face.