𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐋

𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅

Caleb

"Because you're literally running away."

There walking, which causes me to look up. And my eyes jolted, as my brows shot up. He was here too. Damien looks up at us, his eyes widen as his mouth slightly agaps open.

"Caleb... Milo?" He mutters in disbelief.

After seconds Milo snatched his wrist away from my grip before bolting out the door. Cameron walks further into the room confused as he looks at the two of us.

"What did you two do for him to run away from you guys?" Cameron arms crossed, one of his brows raised as he gave us slightly disappointed looks.

I looked down at my hand that held his wrist. His skin was soft, it felt so smooth and pure.
It felt better than I remembered.

Before I could look back up I was pulled into a breath taking hug. I looked at dark locks on the side of my face and realized it was Damien hugging me.

My arms mindlessly hugged back, not as tight as his grip, but tight enough to were he felt it. It's been so long since I've seen him. Either of them.
After surviving camp we all had to go our separate ways, and it wasn't like we could all see other, our phones were completely burned in the fire. And they shut down the camp, so we couldn't just go back next year. We were basically pulled apart.

But 3 years later I see them. Not to mention we're roommates. If I would have known we were gonna be roommates I wouldn't have gone into a relationship. I would've just waited.

"So you guys gonna answer me, or continue to hug?" Cameron let out a chuckle and we pulled away.

"I—... I don't know. He came to my room to introduce himself, and after we hugged he just ran." I softly peeped, Cameron clearly didn't hear, but Damien did, and a flash of sadness flashed in his eyes before quickly disappearing. Maybe Milo moved on, and thought it was awkward. I did basically jump on him when I hugged him and from my memory he didn't enjoy hugs from people he wasn't close with, and since it's been years, we aren't close as we used to be.

"Weird, but he'll come back, he does live here now. Whatever you did, apologize, and you guys can start off where you guys left off?" He spoke as if it was a question, since it's been years we could've fell out of love or, like me, found a new relationship.

"I have a boyfriend." I awkwardly chimed.

"And I got a girlfriend."

I should've known Damien had a girlfriend. He naturally attracted people, even if those people were out to kill me during camp. I accidentally let out a miniature laugh, which causes the two on the room to give me a look.

"Sorry, I was laughing at something in my head. But we can be friends, just like old times. Plus, we were 16 back then, nothing too major happened." I bite down on my tongue while saying the last bit. I hated thinking that they've moved on, but they probably have, it's been years. So I have to at least act like I have moved on. Also it's funny I'm saying nothing too major happened, but I was the one who took Milo's virginity.

"Are you saying that almost burning in a fire isn't too major?" Damien lets out a small chuckle as he goes to grab his bags that he dropped when he came over to hug me.

"Almost forgot that I almost died during camp. Several times."

"Why didn't you guys tell us they were trying to kill you?" Cameron questioned, his arms never uncrossing.

"If we would've told you, you would've probably confronted them, letting them know that Milo and Caleb knew. Even if we told you not to." Damien said as he casually walked up the stairs with like eight bags on his body

"How would you know that?"

"Because you're, you. You would do some shit like that." I told him as I stepped off the last stair and sat on the sofa.

"You gonna wait for him to come back?"

I nod, he takes long strides until he makes it to the stairs before jogging up. I pull out my phone and I see I have 8 unread messages from my boyfriend.

That's not good

I clicked on them before reading, and I let out a sigh as I read. I didn't have the nicest boyfriend.
He was ok when we started dating, after 4 months he changed. He started to yell all the time, accuse me of cheating, he even tried to force me to drop out like him, he'd even threaten me sometimes. I felt like our relationship hit a wall and fell. People say you can't leave your relationships just because there are problems, try to fix them. And that's what I've been trying to do.

But it hasn't been working

And I didn't know what to do. I tried ending things but he threatened to hurt my younger brother and the rest of my family. And I'm being serious, he put a gun to my head when I told him I wanted to end things. So now I'm stuck in a abusive relationship with a guy who'll hurt the people I care about if I broke up with him.

And it hurts knowing that I'm weak, knowing I can't do anything about. Because the police isn't gonna care when a gay guy comes up to them about a boyfriend issue.

So I'm trapped. I'm stuck in his little game that doesn't have a power off.

Eventually I turn my phone off and fall asleep on the sofa.

~~~

I hear the door opened and shut, immediately I wake up. And I see Milo creaping pass the sofa.
I stand up and walk over to him.

"Milo." I grab his wrist, he turns around. I can't really see his face from how dark it is.
"I'm sorry for what ever I did. If you felt awkward about the hug I'm also sorry."

"It's ok. I don't hate hugs." He muttered something else, but I didn't hear. I shrug it off before continuing.

"Just to make things clear and not awkward between us. I have a boyfriend. So I hope we can still be friends..." Sadly I couldn't see his reaction from the darkness.

"Yes, we can still be friends."

"We can be the burning buddies since we both almost burned in the cabin." I jestered and he let out a heartfelt laugh and subconsciously I smile hearing his laugh.

I'm definitely not over him

"You still have your humor, at least that stayed."

"What do you mean by that? What else changed besides my style?!"

"Your look, last I remembered you were attractive. I guess you're face gave up after 18."
My eye twitched at his comment.

"You've changed too, you're a lot meaner than before." I said through my teeth as I let his wrist go.

"During that time, we were dating, being mean to you was hard. Now that we're friends, being mean is a must." He turned around and I heard stairs lightly creaking, signalling he was going up stairs.

I wish we were still dating