Teach Me To Be Gay (BoyxBoy)

Part Thirty

“Justin, Justin, Justin, wake up, please, Justin, Justin-“ I can only just pick up the soft whispers, a voice full of worry and love and all these crazily passionate emotions waking me from my deep slumber.

Groggily, I open my eyes, although it takes a lot within me to find the strength – I just want to sleep forever and never wake up. But there’s something about this voice that has me knowing I need to open my eyes and face another day, even if it turns out to be a really fucked up day.

As soon as Kade notices my eyes flickering open, his chanting of my name stops, being replaced with, “Dude, you scared the fuck outta me!” Nice welcome back to reality, mate. The thought has me wondering what the Hell is actually going on. Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kade get so worked up over the fact that I’m asleep. Isn’t it normal to sleep? Or maybe he has something to tell me and he’s really worried about me.

“So, why’d you wake me? You need to tell me something?” The questions seem to have cogs inside Kade’s head spinning, or something like that, as he seems to need a moment to rearrange his thoughts.

“Justin...” He takes in a deep breath, and I feel as if I’m missing something here. “Do you remember yesterday? Anything? Tell me what you remember?” At the word ‘yesterday’, I have to wonder how long I’ve been asleep. But then I think back to the question.

I try to think back, and instead of getting a faint remembrance of what happened, it all seems to come back as one, pictures entering my thoughts in the matter of seconds as I can suddenly remember every little detail of what happened like I never even slept.

“Holy shit... You hit me?” For some reason, that’s all I care about. And technically, it was partially my fault. Very much my fault actually. But it was also very much Kade’s fault for letting his anger get the best of him, and I can’t just ignore that, I can’t take all the blame for this. It wasn’t completely my fault.

“Listen, I’m so sorry, you have no idea, I really didn’t mean to, okay? I swear, I’m so sorry, I’m really sorry.”

“Dude, please be quiet.” It’s tempting to tell him to shut up, but I feel like that’d be a little too rude for the situation at hand. “It’s okay.” And honestly, it is. I think there’s just something in the way that he’s profusely apologising, clearly completely blaming himself for this, clearly upset that just has me immediately forgiving him. I mean, it could’ve been worse, I suppose. “But anyway, if it wasn’t that guy who sent all the messages, I’m kind of seriously wondering who it was. And I doubt it was that guy who was glaring at me every single day. Maybe once in a while he got jealous, but that doesn’t seem right.”

“I don’t know mate, I really don’t know. I just want to kill whoever the fuck it is, I really do.” I nod my head in understanding, because I know I’d want to do the same if someone ever hurt Kade the way the idiot tried to hurt me. Grabbing a hold of Kade’s hand, I pull him down beside me on the bed.

“Let’s worry about it later.” I say this in hopes of getting some form of rest for a while. But typically, luck is against me.

“We have university in half an hour, we should really go, since we skipped yesterday.”

Deciding that he’s actually right, I groan, getting up from the bed with an over-exaggerated sigh. I’m completely slouched as I stand up, making my way to the chest of drawers, where I pick out the first things my hands touch. A hand on either side of my waist has me jumping ever so slightly, before I turn around to find myself in Kade’s embrace. “I love you.” I feel like I need to let him know that.

“I love you.” I smile against his chest, loving those three words, eight letters, with the one meaning that can always make me feel ten times better.