If Hearts Could Speak [BoyxBoy]

If Hearts Could Speak ~ Chapter 3

Chapter 3 is here. I hope you guys like this. More Stan...

Enjoy the read people.

"Yea of course. It'd be great to see you. No, I'm not busy at all. Definitely. Yea, okay, bye." I hung up the phone and put it on the table.

"You hate him." I sputtered at Casey's words.

"Hate...hate is too strong a word." I said. "Mildly annoyed is what I am."

"Age caught up with you didn't it?" She continued eating her ice cream with a smirk on her face.

"I don't know why you keep making fun of his age when the two of you aren't that far apart. Did someone say hypocrite?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"It's different in my case. He acts like a child so it makes him one. Think about it. I don't annoy you-" I scoffed at that. "-as much as he does. I think you're rather taken with me, old man."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "That might be true but I'm supposedly dating him. I have to tolerate him a bit, which I do, so there's no problem."

"Except that he'll be staying the weekend and you can't wait for the next week to start so that it could seem like the weekend never even happened." She said pointing her spoon at me.

"It's frightening, the way you can read me. I don't generally advertise my emotions." I pulled out a spoon and scooped up some ice cream for myself, much to Casey's dismay.

"That's what makes us perfect for each other, darling." She shot me a toothy grin.

"I have absolutely no idea what we're going to do while he's here." I moaned. "Maybe I'll keep him in bed for the duration of his visit. Granted I'll be near death and my body probably weakened to that of an eighty year old. But it's okay." I rambled. "He called me a teacher, Casey!"

Casey burst out laughing. "Of course he did. I haven't even met him but I could figure out that he hasn't got all the lights on up there."

"Calling him stupid doesn't make the situation any better." I sighed. "I acted like myself and he still stayed. I must be better in bed than I thought." I shot a glance at Casey.

"Hey, don't look at me." She said raising her hands in front of her.

"It doesn't matter anyway. He's friggin' stuck on me. I'm going to have to live with it till I can find a good enough reason to break up with him." I tapped my finger against my chin in thought.

"You still need to think of a reason? Dump the kid, Jeremy." She rolled her eyes.

"That sounds too harsh." I said shaking my head. "If he's willing to come all the way to me, he must like me or find me somewhat appealing. I don't want it to hurt him, Casey."

"That's your problem, Jer. You care too much. Will you ever break up with him or are you just waiting for fate to intervene and do it all for you?" She asked.

"I wouldn't mind a little intervention." I mumbled.

"You're leading the kid on, Jeremy. Give him a break." I closed my eyes.

"I don't- I don't want to be alone." I admitted.

"You're not alone. You have me." I looked at her.

"It's not the same. You love not being tied down. For you, freedom is a way of life. I can't live like that. I want to come home and find dinner already cooked and when I go to bed after grading my papers, I want to find my bed warmed by someone. I want to feel loved. Why is that so difficult to achieve?" I could almost feel the melancholy in the air.