The homophobic boys who fell in love

Chapter 6

(Om's POV)

"All students are required to go home early as the school is being re-painted. We're sorry for any inconveniences caused. Thank you."

 Ah, Thank God.

         No wait, I'm atheist- ugh never mind. Since we're going home early, I won't have to face Sitanandan. Well, at least till' Sunday. Anyways, I've got plans of my own. And by that I really mean alone. I'm planning to make a project, one that really represents me. Pottery has just kinda been my way of coping since I was a kid. Not to mention the fact that my items are gorgeous. It's the only thing I'm good at really. But anyways, no one can know that I paint. It's not that I don't like pottery. But rather my dad never supported me, and I was made fun of growing up. So, I never really thought to tell anyone.

        As I reach home, I freshen up and set up my canvas. I think about what I want to start with, but my train of thoughts get interrupted with a- BEEP it's my phone. Damn it, it's Sitanandan. Why couldn't that guy just message me at a different time? I check my phone anyways.

Om: ajhsdhddjfdhghjh💀💀 (Yesterday at 2:35am)

Sitanandan: Pardon my French but Om, what the actual fuck.

Om: Hater *dabs*

Sitanandan: Oh, piss off.

Om: 🙄

                                                                                     Today

Sitanandan: Hello, Om. (At 2:00pm)

Om: yea

Sitanandan: I was thinking we could hangout today or tomorrow.

Om: what abt you tutoring me

Sitanandan: I won't tell the tutoring office if you miss a few lessons.

(Om's POV)

 What the hell? Is this dude serious? I mean not studying sounds great, but this is not something he'd do.

Om: wait what

Sitanandan: Look it's your choice if you want to spend your weekend with books, or me.

Om: I'd be spending time with you either way dumbass

Sitanandan: Is that a yes, or a no?

Om: Fine today at 3, your house

Sitanandan: Sounds good, see you then.

(Om's POV)

   Ah jeez, I should've remembered about our tutoring session. Whatever. I'll just meet up with him. I hope he isn't going to bring up the kiss again. I really don't want to think about it. It's been bugging me all day.

(Sitanandans POV)

    Finally! I can finally talk to Om about "the issue". You see, I'm not actually sure what we're going to do. I just really want an excuse to hang out with him. I'm actually kinda glad that I have to tutor him. It gives me an excuse to get close to him. Maybe we could play video games and order pizza. I'm usually not allowed to but there isn't anyone in the house that can stop me now. Plus, I downloaded one that I'm pretty sure he likes.

(Om's POV)

   Alright. I'm here. I press the doorbell, and the gates open. A maid let me and guided me to his room, there was no way I could get there myself in his huge house. I knock on his door and let myself in. He was sitting on his laptop looking REALLY focused. "What's up dude?" I cringe as those words come out of my mouth. Seriously, after what happened in the past few days, I saw THAT. "Hey" he says shutting off his device. "What are you working on there?" I point to his laptop. "Oh, it's nothing. Do you want to err- play video games?" "Sure" He grabs his ps5 and plugs it in. I chose what I want us to play, and we start.

4 hours later...

 (Sitanandan's POV)

  I check the time and realize that we've been playing video games for- FOUR HOURS? I guess time flies when you're having fun. I tell Om be he just acts like its normal to play for this long. Jeez, what a weirdo. I look outside at I see that it's starting to rain. 

"Hey Om?"

"Yea?"

"I don't think you can go home in this weather. You should stay for the night."

"pssh I can totally make it home" He scoffs.

"I guess it's your funeral-"

     He walks downstairs and opens the door. Though just as he does that, lighting strikes and loud thunder soon follows after.

"Um, you know what? I don't think staying at your place is such a bad idea now."

          I chuckle to myself, and we head back to my room. We play some more video games and around an hour later we order pizza. We decided to keep busy while waiting for food by telling each other "Real" scary stories. "I'll go first, once upon a time, there lived a boy in a sCCcaAArrY village. And then the boy went into the ssSsscCCaAarrryY forest. And then.... HE DIED." "Thats not scary" I say. "I'm not done you donut. After he mMmyYsstEerriiouusSllyy died, his ghost came back and haunted the village. One day, the ghost came at 3 pm on a windy afternoon and said, 'never.... gonna...... give...... you.... up' the villagers were horrified but let him continue. He then said-" "Wait.... Om?" "Yea?" "Did you just rick roll me?" "maybe" "and then people reading this?" "HEY, stop breaking the fourth wall you piece of soggy cereal!" "Why are all your insults food related?" "Idk I'm just hungry" The doorbell then rings. "Right on cue!" I say as I hurry downstairs to get our pizza leaving Om in my room.