Stay the Night (Boyxboy)

Stay The Night

I could feel him moving. He always tried to move as slow as possible. He did it out of the sake of not waking me, but he should have known that I knew well enough where he was headed. It would've taken some ignorant and naive person to not have caught on that their partner was cheating on them. Oh I knew, my issue was that I never left him. I stuck by him instead. I let him leave every night to go fuck some other person of his choice. I let myself cry every time I heard the front door close.

That's when it first started. Now I don't even cry. I'll cry from time to time, but now I even get out of bed at the same moment he's attempting to sneak out.

"Oh you're awake, I was going to go to the living-"

"Leave already, you think I'm stupid and don't know it already. I'm not some idiot Andy. Just go fuck someone and get back before I leave." My eyes were stinging from the tears that dared try to run down my face. I wouldn't show him the pain I suffered. It's not like he cared enough anyways.

He walked out on me and I sat back down on the bed when I heard the front door slam. "Fuck," I muttered to myself. I still didn't cry that night. Instead I went to bed and waited there until I fell asleep to a dreamless night.

-

I was stepping out of my workplace when I took out my phone to call Andy. He answered within the third ring. "Hello," he croaked into the phone. He sounded like I had just woke him up. I checked the time. Yeah, I had most likely woke him up.

"I just got out of work, and I was wondering if you wanted anything to eat." I walked over to my car as I spoke into the phone.

I heard him shuffle around and groan something incoherent. He cleared his throat, "Pick me up some Subway, I guess."

"Alright be there in twenty." I hung up and stuffed the phone into my pocket.

I don't understand why I do this to myself. I honestly believe that he'll return back to me and change his mind. I mean all he does is go out at night to have sex with other guys and then comes back to the apartment before I wake up.

There's this part of me that thinks that he'll change. That he'll stop leaving and stay instead. That we'll return to how we used to be. Everyone else may not believe it, but no one knows the bond I have with Andy. We're still the power couple we used to be in High School. The two best friends that fell in love with each other and would forever be together. That's who we were and still are or so I like to let myself believe.

I walked into our apartment to find him sitting on the couch watching some random show. I set down the subway in front of him. "Just how you like it." I said to him.

"Thanks babe," he said and I stopped dead in my tracks. He could sense it. Anyone would be able to sense it from a mile away. I had nothing against the word, but the last time he had said it was over a month ago. I gripped the and in my hand. "Welcome." I said and walked into the kitchen.

I set down my food on the counter not feeling so hungry anymore. I felt sick to my stomach actually. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to empty out my stomach, but the only thing that I'd empty out was the coffee I had this morning. I haven't been eating properly and for once I was about to have a full meal. He had the tendency to ruin things for me.

"Gio," I heard him, "I'm sorry."

I chuckled my hands clenched into fists, "What are you sorry about?"

He stayed quiet for some time, "Nothing." Typical response. He had no reason to be sorry. I was the one that was here in this apartment stuck with the idea that he'd come back to me. I was the one who tortured myself every night by watching him get out of bed every night to go and fuck some other person. My problem was that instead of making the decision to leave, I stayed.