Angry at Love

chapter 14

<<<MILES>>>

I've been wanting to ask Casey to be my boyfriend for a while now.

But I've never done this before, and after a little debating I just decided to wing it. Probably not the best decision, but oh well.

I brought Casey back to my house again, though he didn't seem to think it was unusual, as I do that somewhat often now.

But he did somehow notice I was nervous.

"You seem... off" he frowned as we got out of the car and up the driveway, "What is it?"

I didn't answer, just grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him to my room, even though he's been here enough times to know where it is.

He kept pestering me, and out of spite, I decided to stretch it out.

I pulled out my homework and got to work. I couldn't actually do it. My brain is only focused on the fact that I was about to ask Casey Lock to be my boyfriend.

So instead of homework, I decided to drag him back downstairs to watch a movie. Fisher is out, so I don't have to worry about him. And plus, I'll hear him come in. Therefore, we can be as close to each other as we want.

He does not stop poking and proding with stupid questions like,

"Do you have a test coming up?"

"Are you thinking of ways to come out? You don't have to, I just mean . . . that would make me nervous and you're definitely nervous."

"Is someone's birthday coming up?"

"Did you miss your morning coffee?"

I ignored him once again and had him pick out a movie, making sure I was wearing my sunglasses to help with the epilepsy. He snuggles up close, and grabs the remote. He picks 'A dog's purpose', claiming he's been wanting to see it for a while. He's completely captivated within seconds.

I don't really watch, more like stare at the cute boy against my side. He has a mole right above his lip, and his hair is so soft looking and I kinda wanna touch it, but I don't.

He ends up crying multiple times, saying stuff like, "Why does he have to die so much?" or "back up the movie, I wanna find their address, and beat them up." (that one in a bit of a rage)

When I see him laugh at the movie at some point, I get a random burst of confidence, upon seeing his sparkling eyes and bright smile.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" it comes out kinda weird, high pitched and blurted out of nowhere.

But it immediately gets Casey's attention. He snaps his head towards me, his eyes wide as saucers. The movie is now completely forgotten.

"What?" he says in astonishment, as if he wasn't completely sure he heard it right.

I looked him in the eyes and said, "I asked, do you want to be my boyfriend."

Casey grinned, and crawled onto my lap. He leaned in to kiss, and just before our lips met, he whispered, "I thought you'd never ask."

He gave me a light kiss, and sighed, burying his face in my neck. When he spoke, it was kinda muffled and he sounded like he was in disbelief. "I . . . I have a boyfriend . . ."

I chuckled lightly and hugged him closer to me. We stayed like that for a while, before I thought of something.

"Casey," I called out, and he hummed in response.

"I want to tell you some important stuff that you need to know if you're going to be my boyfriend."

He pushed up from his comfy spot and locked eyes with me, but stayed in my lap. "What is it?" he sounded concerned, as if he thought id say something really bad. I mean, I guess it's kinda bad, but not really.

I paused, taking off my glasses so I could look him in the eyes. "Well first, as I told you the other day, I have epilepsy. Photosensitive epilepsy to be exact. And I . . ." I trailed off, sighing as I ran my hand through my hair.

"I'm- I'm in foster care, that's why I said fishers not my actual dad, cause he's not. And uhh . . . I might have to move again before I'm old enough to live on my own. Is that . . . ok?"

I really hoped he was ok with it, last time I trusted someone this much it ended in complete disaster. Actually, I'd say I trusted him more than I did Jack. More than I trusted anyone in my entire life.

And that . . . that terrified me to my bare fucking bones.

So, when Casey said, "That's fine, Miles, don't worry." Of course I sighed in relief.

And then we just cuddled back up and watched the rest of the movie. Though Casey insisted that we back it up so we could see what we'd missed.

After a while of comfortable silence apart from the movie, Casey said, "you know, it felt like it took miles just to get to know you, Miles." And I just smiled and shook my head.