Loverboy || Malum

Chapter Twenty Six

C A L U M ' S P O V ( double update + very long authors note )

The door opened and I was being greeted to Michael's dad. Usually he was at work at this time, so I never had to face him. Especially when I was going up to Michael's room, which is one of the biggest no-nos any boy could do, especially since Michael's father was a police officer and knows how to use a gun, well.

He looked down at me. "Come in, son. Have a seat on the couch for a minute. I need to talk to you," he said. I nodded and closed the door behind me. Timidly, I followed Mr. Clifford into the living room, where he gestured for me to sit. I vividly gulped. My right leg was shaking, fast. I felt very hot, very sweaty. This whole thought of having a talk with Mr. Clifford scared me. I didn't want anything to happen to me, to Michael or to mine and Michael's current relationship-thing.

"So you've been coming around a lot lately," he started.

"I-" he cut me off. Originally, I was going to lie. It wasn't like he was there when I did come over anyways.

"Don't bother lying, son. This house has cameras in case anyone tried to be a smart ass and tries to rob something. As I was saying, though. You've been coming over and entering Michael's room. I don't have cameras in there since that is an invasion of privacy, although I do trust there is so funny business behind the closed doors."

"Completely rated G, Mr. Clifford," I said quickly

"It better be, son. You see, Michael, he's my only child. He's not like every other child out there. He's different in many ways. And I do not want you to ever think just because my son is different, you have any rights to take any advantage over him." He said, emphasising the "any's".

"Never, sir." I replied.

"Good. I'm not trying to scare you, boy. Michael is the only person I have ever loved nearly as much as I love Karen. Not even my own parents. If you hurt him in any way possible, I will not hesitate from banning you from seeing him under any circumstance. Your presence seems to bring him joy, so I refused every offer I got to leave. Even offers where I could have received double what I currently receive. It is all for you, son. If you don't make me boy as happy as possible, I don't see why you even come here. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Good, now go. He's been expecting you." Michael's dad left the living room and walked out the front door. I ran upstairs, afraid to encounter him once more. He was big, scary looking and very threatening. I never wanted to get in his way, especially after that talk.

I opened the door, not expecting an almost naked Michael behind it. The smaller boy shrieked as I stood there in shock. He wasn't wearing anything but a pair of black panties. A voice in my head was yelling at me to look away buy I physically could not. His pale skin against the dark coloured fabric made me feel highly uncomfortable in my lower regions.

"Calum!" He squealed. He picked up the closest thing to him on his left and covered his front area with it. I snapped back into reality when Michael did that.

"Fuck, shit," I cussed without thought. "Crap, I'm so sorry. I should have knocked and you were, and I just and oh wow, you looked so nice, and fuck." I slapped my hand over my mouth before I could say anything else.

Michael has his eyes shut tightly and a blush on his face. "Close your eyes, Calum. I'm still technically half naked."

I did as I was asked, and covered my eyes with my hands. I may have slightly gapped my fingers and peaked, but Michael didn't need to know that.

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We decided to go to his backyard for the rest of the night and watch the stars. My mum knew I was sleeping over. She was more than just glad to hear that I was spending more time with Michael. She liked Nicole, but she has never liked any of my friends the way she has Michael, not even Luke or Ashton and I've known them since I was basically born.

The two of us laid on the grass, watching the stars. There are no words shared while we watch a star get brighter and the other become dimmer, but I am aware of how close close he is to me right now. I notice how his skirt rose slightly. It was hardly covering his upper thigh. His hands are closer to mine than they were before. I move my hand so it was closer to his, and he did the same. Neither of us looked at each other, both focusing on the night sky and the different stars shining. His thumb touches mine and I wanted to hold his hand so badly. Any type of contact with Michael made me feel like there were fireworks inside of me.

I could feel my breath becoming harder as I started to become more anxious. I was mentally debating whether or not I should just hold his hand or not. And so far, the part of me that was screaming not to was winning. Michael had just come out of a relationship, with my best friend, did I really want to hold his hand already?

Although regardless of all the voices that were telling me not to, I took his hand. I mix and tangle and hold my fingers with his. I look at him, and he looks back at me, smiling. He squeezes my hand slightly. Neither of us saying a word as all I could forces on was how fast my heart was beating, way too fast.

Neither of us move. Both of us sat down watching the skies for a long time. Our hands are sweating and we're stiffer than ever. As time passed by, we were more calm and there was no tension. It felt like everything just suddenly let go because one minute we were both so afraid and the next, we were not.

Neither of us said a single word all night, just keeping each other company. I hold his hand all night, even when the two of us fell asleep watching the stars.

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Lol, turns out I never tagged Loverboy in the Malum tag so idk how any of you found this story.

I hope I don't get copy rights problems, but here is what a guy I used to go to school with just posted on Facebook and I completely agree.

"I've said this countless of time's and I'm saying it again because I'm concerned for the youth. Follow you're fucking dream's man. So many people are scared to take that one risk. They are scared of something that's out of the normal. They think it's impossible. If you live a simple steady daily routine life then everything seem's impossible but you can't say it's not worth it or it's not going to happen when you've never even made the effort to try. People now day's are so scared to fail. Be an optimist or live you're fucking life inside a cage wondering what could've been. ‪#‎FreeAtLast‬"

Life is short. Before you know it, you're not longer the 12 year old person you were. You won't always be sad, you'll be happy some days. You won't always think of yourself as the most pathetic out there because people will come into your life, a lover or not, and will prove you wrong. Life is really short, and it's your choice to either have some fun or to have no fun.

Put that book down. Stop revising all month. Don't stay in your room because you can't be fucked when everyone you know is having a party, and you're invited too. Studying is important, but is about 3-5% of your grade going to matter when you are all grown up and finally getting somewhere in your life. NO. Is that 43 on your exam going to matter? NO. Because you will fail, and fail again, and again and again and again before you will succeed, in anything.

So, if you feel like giving up because why the fuck would you want to go on, remember that it will be okay. You will be okay. I can't tell you when, but one day you will be able to look back at all of this, this horrible hurricane where you felt so weak and so tired, and you will smile because you were able to get to where you wanted to be before.

Now QOTC: what's your favourite TV show?

Mine's either The Fosters or Shameless