the end (boyxboy) (on hold)

understanding

I woke to something moving away from me. The warmth. It was slowly dissapearing. No, come back I thought before reaching out for it, only to be greeted by another hand intertwining into mine.

"Wake up" a soothing voice whispered into my ear. I slowly opened my eyes, seeing Kevin a few inches away from my face.

I felt heat rise a little into my cheeks as I slowly sat up on the silky sheets and rubbed my eyes. I herd a soft cooing and moved my hands.

"What?" I asked, wondering why Kevin was cooing

"Nothing." He said before releasing my hand and standing up, off the bed.

"Dinner's ready." He informed.

I nodded and lazily slid out of the bed, stretching my arms out in different directions. I winced as I felt the cut reopen a bit. I will never get used to that.

Kevin glanced at me for a moment before telling me he'll be waiting in the dinning room. I nodded and walked into the restroom, washing my face with cold water. I didn't bother wiping the water off with the towel. I was used to just letting it dry off.

I walked out the restroom, only to bump into man in a black suit. A butler, I guessed. "Sorry." I muttered silently as I walked around him. He whispered something under his breath and scoffed.

"Got something to say?" I asked, turning around. The man turned as well and made eye contact, as if testing my tolerance.

"Excuse me?" He asked.

"If you have something to say, say it to my face" I answered blanky.

He rolled his eyes and muttered, "children these days so disrespectful." That angered me.

"Really!? Blaming the kids?! It the damned adults that are so disrespectful! You act all high and mighty, like your THE most smartest person in the world! The children are suffering and not a single adult I know is doing shit to fix that! We try and speak our mind, we get yelled at! We tell the truth you get mad! We lie, you get mad! There is no pleasing you people. All the 'kids' want are for someone to listen but we don't have much respectful adults these days who try and see our point of view!" I hollered. I've bottled up all my anger and thoughts for years. I was glad to get some of it.

The man stood, eyes wide and mouth open slightly. Then he seemed to snap back and glare at me.

"Don't yo-"

"Henry! What are you doing?" Kevin interrupted the man, who I'm assuming is Henry.

Henry let out a frustrated sigh then shook his head and plastered on a smile. "Nothing, sir" he answered.

Kevin grabbed my hand and we made our way down stairs.

"I herd what you said" kevin shattered the silence.

I simply nodded.

"I think your right. About everything. I a spoiled rich kid that doesn't understand anything. David told me everything that happened. I'm sorry. I just jumped to conclusions and made your day horrible. I didn't know people went through that." He mumbled. I felt tears form at my eyes but I demanded them not to run.

I nodded and looked down at our hands as we walked. "Yea. But I guess I should've seen it from your point of view as well." I said back. He lightly squeezed my hand. Once we were in the dinning room, we sat side by side with plates set in front of us. David sat across from us.