Give Me A Chance (boyxboy)

6 Months Later

I carry my last box in.

I have way fewer boxes than he does. I wonder if that means he's lived more than I have. Not physically, mentally. I take a deep breath, staring up to the ceiling. The unfamiliar ceiling that will soon be familiar. And I look out the window, at the view that seems wrong, but will soon seem right.

I set the box down on the ground, dusting my hands off on my jeans. I release the breath. I look around the empty room, trying to make it feel like home. Hoping that it will soon. I clasp my hands together in front of me as my fingers tingle, nervous. It feels cold in here. Like I don't belong, like it's trying to keep me out.

I hear footsteps behind me.

A pair of arms wraps around my stomach and a chin rests on my shoulder.

"Is that the last one?" he asks, pressing his cheek against my neck. I slowly breathe in, smelling the new air, the unfamiliar atmosphere, and the familiar scent of him. I know he's smiling even though I can't see him.

"Yeah," I say, closing my eyes and feeling the warmth from him. "Last one." I place my hands over his linked ones on my stomach, leaning my head back a little bit. My heart swells, and I think my chest is gonna burst.

"I love you," he whispers into my ear, soft and gentle.

"I love you too," I tell him.

"I love you guys too," says a voice from behind us. Blaine and I both sigh simultaneously as Aydin stumbles into the room, nearly tripping over the box I set down. "But of course, not in that way."

I breathe out softly. "Remind me again why he's here?" I ask Blaine, but I'm smiling.

Blaine sighs dramatically, lacing his voice with sarcasm. "I have no clue," he says. "Maybe he shouldn't be."

"Haha, very funny," Aydin scoffs, flipping up his middle finger. "Now detach yourselves, we've got a lot of unpacking to do."

"Three's Company ain't got nothing on us," Blaine says, withdrawing his arms and stepping back, leaving my back cold. He moves around me, heading further into what is now our apartment. With, you know, Aydin. He's there too.

Aydin laughs. "That's right," he says. "We got two very gay guys and their charming, handsome roommate who also happens to be one of the very gay guy's twin brother."

"You think you're charming?" I ask him, smirking. "And handsome?"

He raises his hands. "I don't write the script," he protests, plopping a box down on the kitchen counter. The kitchen counter I haven't sat at before, cooked at before, made any memories at. He tears open the box and starts to pull out utensils and cups, setting them on the counter. He looks over, shrugs. "If mom, Horace, and Griffin are gonna be here for supper, we better be prepared."

"I doubt it'll be anything more than fast food," I say. "We are in no way prepared to host a dinner." Oh, I sounded so adult when I said that. Don't know if I like that.

"Well, whatever," he says. "I can't stand empty spaces."

So we help him unpack a little bit. We hauled some furniture in the other day, so it's not a completely empty place, but I understand his urge to make it familiar, find some sense of peace, of belonging. I want that too.

Not long later, Horace and Griffin walk through the door. Griffin is carrying a case of beer, because of course he is, and Horace seems to think the opposite is required, because he's got a case of soda. I shake my head, laughing.

"Hey," Griffin says, grabbing the case from Horace and setting both on our table. Our. Mine, Blaine's, and Aydin's. Ours. It's a scary concept. "Your mom's just behind us. She stopped to grab some food."