Christian and Damon

Chapter 7

Updating early because of my number one fan peacelovequeerity (sorry if I got that wrong) :P

Chapter 7

Once we get home - I mean to his house - he goes to the kitchen to make food and I walk into his bedroom to pick a movie. It is basically business as usual. I decide on Howl's Moving Castle. Just as I get the DVD out of the case, he walks in with the food. I hate eating in front of people; it makes me really self-conscious. I sigh and take a bite of the pasta he hands me.
After we finish eating he looks a me for a second and then back at the TV. "Can um," he mumbles, "can I see your cuts now?" I look at him and bite my lip. Nodding I start to take off my clothes. Once my jeans are off he gasps. I close my eyes not wanting to look at the scars littering my thighs. Why am I doing this? Now he thinks I'm hideous I mean I'm sure he already did but... My eyes fly open as I feel his arms wrap around my neck his covered chest press against my bare one. He's not mad?
"I'm almost naked and you're hugging me isn't this a little.... weird?" He sits back and looks and me. I bite my lip again and shift my eyes to the floor.
"Why would it be weird? We're both guys." He responds.
Damon's pov
What's going on with him? He's been acting so weird lately. "I um.... I need to tell you something." He stutters. "I'm bisexual. Please don't be mad!" He says nervously. I stare at him for a second.
"What?" I ask. Christian's bi? I see his eyes get wide and he runs to the bathroom and locks the door. Oh god he thinks I'm angry with him. He probably thinks I'm homophobic since I've been trying to pretend I'm straight. I walk over to the bathroom and knock on the door. "Christian?" I can already hear him crying. "Christian, can I come in?" He doesn't respond, but I hear the door unlock. I walk inside and see Christian sitting on the floor with tears streaming down his face.
"I'm sorry, Damon, I'm so sorry. I understand if you hate me now. I'll leave if you want okay?" Oh god. I sit on the floor and put my arm around him. He starts crying harder. I notice that he is scratching at his scars so I wrap my fingers around his wrist. He looks so defeated.
"Christian, look at me. You are my best friend and nothing is going to change that." I whisper to him. "Besides it's not like you like me anyway so it doesn't matter, right?" He doesn't respond, but at least he has stopped crying. "You're on the right track baby you were born this way." I sing to him. He smiles and wipes his cheeks with the palms of his hands. "See? Everything going to be okay." I stand up, but Christian doesn't move. He puts his head in his hands remembering that he's pretty much naked. He has so many cuts and scars everywhere. How did I not notice how incredibly broken he was? I pick up Christian and carry him bridal style over to my bed. I sit down with him on my lap, my arms still around him.
"No stop. I'm too heavy..." He protests. I kiss his forehead.
"No you're not you weigh like ninety pounds. You really need to eat more." I say to him, gently stroking his hair. He's always been thin but he's lost quite a bit of weight in the last few months. I need to try and get him to eat more now that he's out of the hospital. He leans against me, obviously exhausted. It's been a tough day.
All of a sudden he starts crying again. "Hey, hey what's wrong?" I ask him.
"I'm sorry I tried to kill myself and I'm sorry you feel like you're stuck with me now you can just send me home I'll be fine." He starts rambling.
"Christian, I missed you like crazy I just wanted you to have a chance at something better than what I could give you. But don't worry now I'll never let you go."
I stand back up and set him down on the other side of the bed. Pulling the blanket over him, I then lie down in the empty space next to him. "Goodnight, Christian." I whisper to him. He doesn't respond. I look over and see he's already asleep. I smile and lean over to kiss him on the cheek. I really hope he'll get better now.