Our Chemistry

Chapter 18

He immediately started crying, which threw me off. I instinctively stepped outside and wrapped him in my arms. He hugged me back, and then burrowed his head into my shoulder. I wanted to cry just watching him cry.
We stood there for a few minutes, him crying and me rubbing his back. I was still confused as to what was going on, but he was clearly not okay.

I could feel my shoulder getting wet.

"Come on," I said, leading him inside my house. I led him up to my room. We sat down on my bed. He was still crying, so I wrapped my arm around his shoulder. Once he finally seemed to calm down, I took my arm off his shoulder.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I messed everything up," he said, sniffling.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"After we kissed, I decided to tell my parents about it because I wanted to be with you. My dad hasn't talked to me since. My mom doesn't seem to care, but she's still drinking. I'm scared as shit right now because you're the only guy I've ever liked. And I'm even more scared because I've never liked anyone as much as I like you," he said.

I mentally smiled at that last part. I had also had small crushes on guys here and there, but I've never felt this way about any guy ever.

"You didn't have to go through that all by himself
yourself Dylan," I said.

"I know, it was stupid. Everything's stupid," he said, "And I tried going back to Lauren to convince myself that I was straight, but it was so bad. And then I saw how much I hurt you and you wouldn't talk to me or even look at me, and I'm so sorry Oliver,"

"You said it was a mistake," I said, looking down.

"Oliver, it wasn't. At all. Nothing's ever felt so right," he said, looking at me.

I smiled.

"It was hard for me to come to terms with," he said, "But I realized how much I really do need you in my life because I've never felt this way about anyone ever,"

I understood that. I always kind of knew, but sexuality isn't an easy thing to come to terms with, especially when society tells us what's right or wrong.

"I've never felt this way either," I said.

He sniffled and then smiled at me. He hugged me. I was learning that I really liked hugging him. We slowly pulled apart. We were now inches away and there was nothing more I wanted to do than kiss him.

I stared at the light freckles on his face. His green eyes still crystal-like from his tears.

"Do you forgive me?" He asked.

"Maybe," I said, smirking. I twirled his hair in around my finger.

"I promise to never hurt you again," he said.

I laughed, "Okay, then I forgive you,"

He smiled and then kissed me. Our slow kisses turned quicker. He got up and got on top of me.
We were making out at this point. After a few minutes, he stopped kissing me and just looked at me and smiled.

He took himself off of me and lay down beside me.

He wrapped an arm around me and I put my head on his chest.

He rubbed my cheek and smiled at me.

"This is so nice," he said, "Us spending time together feels so right,"

"We always spend time together," I said, teasing him.

"Not chemistry related,"

He looked down at me.
You're the cutest guy I've ever seen," he said.

I turned red.
"I've always had a crush on you so," I said, grabbing his hand. He played with my fingers.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes. Ask Kate, it's embarrassing," I said.

"I might have to," he said, laughing, "Well, I wanted to get to know you since the first day. Looking back on it, I realize that was because I was attracted to you. Even though it wasn't until lately that I realized it,"

"Seriously?" I said in a sarcastic tone.

"Yes seriously, Oliver. Not only did I think you were — like I said, the cutest guy I've ever seen — but then you turned out to be funny and caring and smart and you knew how to make me laugh, but also how to be there for me,"

I looked up at him and smiled.

"Is it my turn to brag about you?" I asked. He laughed.

"Go ahead," he said.

"I've always had a crush on you. And then you were actually sweet and also funny — I guess," I said, he playfully moved my shoulder, "And then you got along with my friends and my family. And my mom loves you,"

"Your mom loves me?" He asked.

"You know she loves you. You volunteered to take care of Elle, and she could tell that I was gay because of you," I said.

"I've made it in life," he said.

We both sat there in silence and enjoyed each other's company.

"Oliver?" He asked.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"This means you're my boyfriend now, right?" He asked.

"That's your way of asking?" I joked.

"Did you want me to get down on one knee and buy a ring? Cause it's not too late," he said. I laughed.

"I'm kidding," I said, "Of course I am,"

We kissed again.

After about an hour of joking around and enjoying that we now had to each other, I was getting hungry.

"Do you want pizza?" I asked.

"That sounds amazing," he said.

I sat up and called the nearest pizza place.
"Hi, can I have a medium pizza with pineapple and pepperoni?" I asked.

"Pineapple?" Dylan whispered with disgust.

I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry half just pepperoni, the other half with both," I said.

The guy told me it'd be ready in about half an hour.

"Ok thank you," I said to the worker.

"Pineapple on pizza?" Dylan asked with disgust, "I might have to break up with you now,"

I smiled and flipped him off. He laughed and kissed my middle finger, and said, "I've always wanted to do that,"

Once the pizza got to my house, we both ran downstairs like idiots.

"It's going to be $15," the worker said.
I started to take my card out when Dylan gave the worker his card.

"Dyl, no I can pay," I said.

"Dyl?" He asked. Fuck. I don't even know why I said that. "That's a new one," he added.

The worker gave Dylan his card back, and then waved bye. I closed the door. I immediately walked into the kitchen, still embarrassed about what I had just called him.

"Shut up," I said as I brought the pizza to the kitchen, "I won't call you that,"

I set down the pizza on the counter.

"No, I love it. Seriously," he said, with a big smile. He grabbed a curl from my hair and twisted it.

"Okayyy," I said, turning red, "Let's eat,"

After dinner, we went back up to my room to watch a movie. We settled on the Star Wars movies.

We were sitting on my bed. Dylan put my arm around his. He curled up under my arm. He laughed.

"What?" I asked.

"You're so small," he said.

"Fuck you," I replied, flicking his forehead.

"No! I love it," he said, "You're perfect,"

I know that I turned so red. I looked up and smiled at him, and he kissed my forehead.