𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐋

𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏, 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚

Caleb

I had dropped the boiler and burned myself

Everything was going perfectly until I dropped the boiler. Fuck. Why can't I handle the most simplest task.

I bit down on the flesh of my lips hard to stop myself from crying. Some of the boiling water spilled on my leg when I dropped the boiler.

I heard loud thumping running down the stairs before Milo appears, with deep concern in his expression as his eyes met with mine.

Damien quickly sprinted into view, "What happened, are you okay?!—" He cut himself off once I removed my hands that were blocking and I watched their eyes widen. I hadn't looked at it yet. I was too scared to even look down at the burn. It definitely was bad from their reaction.

"I'm sorry I spilt—"

"That's not what I'm worried about right now." Damien countered as he walked closer to me before kneeling down to my thigh, examining my fresh wound.

"I'll go get some cream, go sit him on the sofa." Milo quickly scurried up the stairs, and Damien helped me to the sofa and sat me down. And kneeled down in front of me.

"I didn't mean to—"

"I already told you it's fine, you're hurt. That's what matters right now." He retorted harshly. I simply looked away from him, he's probably still upset about yesterday.

"I didn't mean for that to sound harsh. I'm just not in a good mood right now."

"Right..." I responded, he noticed my empty tone and let out a sigh.

"Also, about yesterday, I didn't mean to shout at you. I was in a heated conversation with my mom, and you came at the wrong time."

Before I could say anything Milo was back with the cream. "Damien you put the cream on his leg. I'll go clean up the mess in the kitchen." Milo tossed Damien the cream, not making eye contact with him. Did something happen?

"Milo wait I'm—"

Milo walked off, not taking the time to hear Damien out. Something definitely happened when Milo went upstairs.

"Fuck." I hear him lowly grumble before popping open the top on the cream and scooping some on his ring and middle fingers. The coldness of the cream touches my skin, and I gasp, not expecting it to be that cold or painful. Instinctively I attempt to move my leg, but he grasp my thighs to hold it in place.

"Don't move, I'll be gentle." He begins to apply the cream of my skin, holding my thigh in place.
The water had burned off my skin in that area, so it was extra sensitive. And I but down on my lips to not let any noises spill.  Soon enough I stopped feeling the pain and realized how silent it was.

"... What happened between you and Milo? Why's he mad at you?" I gently blurted, and I watched him slowly blink as he processed my question.

"I... made a mistake. I got upset when he tried to force me to eat and I..." He sighed as he stopped applying the cream, "Choked him. I really regret what I did, and I want to apologize."

My eyes slightly narrow

I used my free leg and kicked him in the sick

"What was that for—"

"Learn to control your temper dickhead." I harshly scolded as I watched him hold his side.
"No matter how much you regret, you're still an asshole."

"I'm trying."

"Not hard enough."

"Aren't you supposed to be the nicest between all of us?"

"Yes, but it's also called you need to control yourself, or else you'll lose him as a friend." I let out a disappointed sigh at him.

"I know. How do I apologize?"

"What's something that he'll like?"

"He doesn't necessary care for much."

"Just tell him the truth, you obviously have something on your mind." He thinks for a minute, looking down at his hand, which was still atop my thigh. After a matter of seconds I felt his thumb slowly starting to caress my thigh. I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know he's doing it.

"You think he'd want that?" He said, continuing the simple gesture, which he was still oblivious to.

"Yea, just go tell him the truth." I nod in response, hoping he doesn't notice my burning cheeks.

He seemingly agrees with me, but doesn't move from his spot. I slightly shift to make myself more comfortable on the sofa. "Why aren't you going?"

"Because you deserve to know too, since I was harsh to you for no reason aswell."

Moments later Milo walks back into the room, and his eyes meets mine, then Damien before back to me.

"Does it still hurt?" Milo asks as he walks over and sits next to me, looking down at my burn that has ointment massaged onto it.

"It's not too bad but, it still burns." I look down at Damien who had stopped caressing my thigh with his thumb. He was looking at Milo with hesitation. I nubged him with my foot and he looked me before nodding.

"Milo listen—"

Milo stood, "I'm glad, I need to go and—"
He attempted to walk off, but Damien darted up and grabbed him.

"Hear me out, please."

Milo tried to rip Damien's grip away, but failed. He turned around to face Damien, a empty yet irritated expression painted his gaze.

"You have one minute of my attention."

Damien guided Milo back beside me on the sofa.
And he kneeled down between the both of us, where both of our foots were on top of each of his thighs.

"I'm sorry by how I acted, especially towards you Milo. I was just in a bad mood, which obviously doesn't make what I did any better." He inhaled and let out a deep exhale before his palms cupped the back of our chins and gently caresses our calves.

"My mom had pissed me off and started saying shit to me and about me that... It just made me upset and I took it out on you guys. And I'm sorry."

"What did she say?" Milo asked curiously as he sat up on the sofa, with a slightly instense stare.

"Nothing important."

"It's must be important, if it makes you lash out." I add as my gaze washes with slight irritation.

He realizes that we weren't gonna give up until he told us, so he gave in. The soft caressing on my calf doesn't stop, only gets slower.

"She was telling me how ungrateful I am, how I was a terrible son, how she wished she had a daughter, and saying that I was a failure." Damien stopped caressing my calf, but his hand never stop holding it. "I just— she—" He stopped, giving up on words.

"Still, that gave you no right to choke me."

"I know, and I'm deeply sorry for hurting you."

"... I'll forgive you, but I swear if you ever—" Milo grabbed Damien by the collar and pull Damien until he was a few inches aways from his face, a glare flaring in his gaze, "do some shit like that again, I swear I'll beat your fuckin' ass."

Damien only smirked as he held Milo's wrist,
"I'm counting on it Brownie."

This gave me a sense Deja vu from when we were at camp. They were always like this, fighting, or threatening one another. Most of the times they were literally threatening each other with the idea to probably kill one another. They probably still are right now, but it feels different.

"You know the E is silent." Milo rolled his eyes as he released Damien's collar.

"Do I?" Damien raised a brow, with the same smirk pulling one corner of his lips.