lover boy

part nine

i look at him. yes, yes i should be sorry. no one should be reliant on another's mental health let alone barely be friends when it happens. i should most definitely be sorry. "what?"

"it's not your fault this has all happened to you. you shouldn't apologize for something you can't control." he looks at the floor while he says this. it sounds like it's coming from experience. "do you wanna go?" he asks me. i nod, still thinking about what he said.

he grabs my unbruised hand and takes me to the back of the house. he looks at me strongly. "stay here." i nod again while he walks into the door we left. i look around seeing if there's people. there's not. a few minutes pass and he comes back with my dress and my phone. he grabs my hand again and we start to walk.

"didn't you come here with your mom?" i say.

"yeah, it's fine." he smiles at me, "do you wanna stay at my house?"

he's asking me if i wanna stay with him. i make sure that i got that right in my head. if i were him i'd stay as far away from myself as possible.

"no it's fine, i don't want to intrude." i look at him, who's looking at me.

"you wouldn't be, really i want you to come." i doubt he knows about my parents being gone and how my house is empty.

"are you positive? i don't mind going home." i do want to come but i don't want to be a burden.

"i'm one hundred percent positive, i seriously want you to come." he smiles at me. whenever he smiles at me i believe anything he says.

"okay." i say, still a little bit unsure.

he takes out his phone and he starts texting someone. he's still holding my hand while we walk down the road. he puts his phone down and he looks at me. he's 6'1 and i'm 5'7 so there's a height difference. i smile at him while we continue to walk.

we approach a reddish brick house. "we're here." he says. "this is your house?" i ask. "yeah?" he says. it's the house i love. "it's really nice." i try to cover the shock i feel inside. "thank you." he sounds confused.

we walk inside and he's still holding my hand while he guides me to his room. his mom was standing in the kitchen just watching us. we walk upstairs and he steps into a room. his bed is off to the side a little bit and he has nice blue colored walls. he sees me examining his room so he fixes his bed. it wasn't very messy, it just looked like he was sitting on it. i like his room, it's cozy.

he walks over toward his dresser, it's dark brown and has black handles. he grabs a shirt and some shorts. he hands them to me, "they're probably going to be big so you can roll up the shorts, if you want." i look at the clothes lended me and i look back up. he has a smile on his face, "i didn't think you'd want to be sleeping in you're bathing suit." he's right, i don't. "thank you." i look up him, he's smiling still. "the bathrooms to the left of my room." with his clothes i change in his bathroom.

i look at myself in the mirror. my hairs wet, so is my bathing suit. i throw on the clothes before i look too hard into my body. the clothes he gave me are too big, i like them still.

i start opened the door before i hear nick and his mom talking. "nick, you can't bring random girls to the house!" his mom shouts. "she's not random, she's the girl i sat with on the bus. and i texted you on the way here." nick somewhat quietly says. "i didn't get the text, im sorry. can you please," she stops. "can you please not do anything bad." i hear her chuckle a little bit. "mom, we're not." he walks back upstairs so i fully walk out of the bathroom. we bump into each other when he gets to the top. "sorry." i laughs. he laughs too.

we walk into his room again. i put my hair back up and i lean against the wall.

"do you want me to sleep on the couch or where do you want me to go?" my head hits the wall a few times after i say that because it sounded very rude, "i mean like i don't wanna take up your bed space and all that so-"

he cuts me off. "i know," he laughs a little bit, "my bed, you can sleep there if you want."

i smile. "sure, thank you."

he grabs a couple blankets out of his closet and he lays them on the floor. "what are you doing?" i ask, sitting on his bed.

"what?"

"you can sleep in your own bed, i don't want to take your bed." i stare at him.

"no, i want you to sleep there." he insists.

"no, nick, seriously. sleep in your own bed. you can sleep in here with me or i can sleep on the floor but i want you to sleep in your bed." he laughs.

i pat on the space next to me on the bed. he gets in. it's much more comfortable than the twin sized mattress on the bus. i lie on my back.

"millie?"

"nick?" i reply.

"i like you." is he serious? "i've liked you since before that one day when you yelled at harry. i like you even more right now. i don't want this to be awkward or anything i just wanted to tell you."

i look next to me and he's looking at me. he looks nervous. i roll over, he sits up and i hug him. my arms around his neck. we sit there for a little bit just hugging. i can hear the shakiness in his breathing. i release the hug and we both lie back down. we're both on our backs now.

"hey nick?"

"hm?"

"i like you too."