When Domineering Met Awkward (boyxboy)

Chapter five: Ambrose

Ambrose's father. I don't think I have described his mother yet. And I dont know why. But for his mother I see her haveing long red hair. Green eyes. Short. Curvy. With a great fasion sense.

I pull up outside his house and park in the driveway. I take a deep breath. Should I knock? The driveway looks empty. I grab my duffel bag, getting out if the car. I walk up the paved little trail to the front door. I straighten my shirt,  check my breath. All good. I knock on the door, then stand to wait. The door cracks open a little bit letting me see the cutest brown eye peek out at me.

"Ambrose? What are you doing here?" Garrett asks, opening the door all the way.

"I'm here to check on you" I respond.

He looks surprised "Check on me?"

"Yea. Wanted to make sure you were OK" I tell him.

He stands there, eyes wide, mouth agape.

"Are you gonna let me in or just stare at me?" I ask him.

He blushes  a bright, beautiful red.

"Come in" he whispers, stepping out of the way.

"Thank you."

I walk into his home. It's small. Much smaller than mine.

"Let's go up to my room" he mumbles, blushing again.

I glance towards the stair case he nodded to. I follow him up the stairs, lugging my bag behind me.

"Where's your dad?" I ask him.

"I don't know probably out drinking" he responds.

We come up to a door which he throws open. His room. I walk in and close the door behind me. His walls are black, he has black curtains covering his windows. His queen sized bed has black sheets as well. It was dark in here. Alot of black. His wardrobe probably matched.

"A lot of black" I compliment.

He blushes again "Black is my favorite color."

I can see that, I think. I drop my bag on his bed and throw myself on it face first. It's smaller than my king size but still comfy. I hear a soft giggle that makes my heart stop.

"What are you doing?" he asks me.

"Relaxing. I'll be sleeping here anyway" I reply.

I hear a gasp "What? Said who!?" he exclaims.

I flip onto my back so I can look at him. His face is red, no surprise, with a look of outrage on his face.

"I did."

He growls "No. You have a home. You have a bed. Sleep there."

I smile "Well I'm sleeping here tonight. Then I'm taking you for breakfast in the morning. Then I seem to remember a party going on as well" I tell him.

He crosses his arms "I'm not okay with this."

I sit up on the bed, taking hold of his arm, I yank him so he fall on top of me. He gasps loudly.

"Well I say you're ok with it" I tell him.

I stroke my thumb across his burning cheek. It's warm. He is so adorable. His wide brown eyes looking down at me. His soft, pouty lips trembled.

"Wha-what are you doing?" he asks breathlessly.

"Getting comfortable."

I continue to stroke my thumb against his cheek as the redness slowly begins to fade. His eyelids flutter close and he hesitantly lays his head on my chest. I gently stroke his hair. We stay that way for a while till we hear the front door slam open.