The homophobic boys who fell in love

Chapter 7

"Right on cue!" I say as we hurry downstairs to get our pizza.

(Om's POV)

    As I watch Sitanandan leave the room, a sudden realization hits me. I forgot to tell my dad that I wouldn't be home. Shit Shit Shit. Holy fuck. Hes going to kill me when I get home tomorrow. Oh god, I feel sick. I rush into a bathroom to calm down. This is just one of my many panic attacks. Its normal, everything's fine. 

    I calm down and head back to his room. I see that he's brought the pizza we ordered. "Are you ok dude?" He asks me. "Yea, I'm fine. I just needed to- err... wash my hands?" "Ok weirdo-" He awkwardly says before opening the pizza box. I stared at the food below me, it looked delicious. I think he noticed I was staring at the pizza a little too long and gestured for me to have a slice. He took one for himself and we ate like we've been starving for days. After eating, Sitanandan pulled out board games and cards for us to play with.

2 hours later....

      "UNO" I yell. "DAMN IT" He exclaims. "You're just salty because you have 18 cards." "Am not. Plus 18 is my lucky number" He pouts. "Well, you won't be lucky for long once I... PLACE THIS WILD CARD" "AH SCREW YOU DUDE" he says throwing his cards to the ground. Though he comes back with his cheeks the slightest shade of red and cleans up the mess of monopoly and chess pieces. Cute. Wait no. But he is, maybe in the ever-so slightest bit, Cute. Damn it. Now I'm blushing. "Well, we should probably head to bed. The guest room is down the hall to the right." He speaks. "Uh, Guest room?" "Erm yes? I figured you'd rather have your own room for privacy and whatnot." "Oh, I just- never mind. Goodnight." "Hey, you know if somethings bothering you, you can just tell me?" "Just leave it, Sitanandan." I say coldly, though I instantly regrated being harsh. "O-oh, ok. Good night."

(Sitanandan's POV)

     Shit. Did I say something wrong? Why won't he just tell me. Ah jeez, I'm probably not going to able to sleep because of this. Whatever. I just hope he won't act like an asshat in the morning. I turn off my lights and lay in my bed, alone, with my thoughts.

  I sit up with a jolt. It was just some thunder. Well, that's just great. I was almost asleep until that stupid noise-Wait. Speaking of noise, what's that one? I hear.... Crying? Oh. I get out of bed and put on my glasses. I really hope it isn't what I'm thinking. I go down the hall to my right anyways. When I peak through the door, I see... him. My heart feels like it's been hit with a hammer numerous times cracking further and further with each sob that escapes his mouth. I was hoping this wouldn't be what I'd find. I would've rather walked down this hallway and been stabbed by a serial killer than see his porcelain skin being stained with tears. I gently knock, and he looks up in shock. "Sitanandan?" "Om... Can I come in?" "Sure..." I make my way through the door and sit on the bed right next to him. Hes curled up into a ball with his arms around his knees. "Are you... alright, Om?" "What does it fucking look like genius?" He says tears pouring out. "I'm sorry, that was a bit stupid of me to ask." "Yea, really stupid." "Would you like to talk about it?" "I mean sure, there isn't anything else that I can do right now." "Great, Go wash your face and follow me" I say grabbing blankets and pillows. He follows me upstairs and I lead him to the roof smiling softly to try and ease his nerves.