Want You (BoyxBoy)

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What do we think of the cover and title?? I literally threw the cover together in less than ten minutes, so I'm not so sure about it yet. But I wanted to get one posted before I uploaded this new chapter! Let me know what you think!!

-Ry-

As planned, I wake up early in hopes to catch him when he gets here. And I will admit I've been staring out my window every few seconds like a stalker. I haven't really come up with a gameplan. I'm just going to outright ask him again. And tell him that I'm interested in him. I've been mentally trying to prepare for the rejection. But deep inside, I have a huge feeling he's lying about being fully straight. But then the more rational side is telling me to leave him alone. He told me he wasn't gay last night and that I should respect that. And I will... once he verifies it again. I just need confirmation. Then I'll leave him alone. 

I leave the window and pour me a cup of coffee I brewed after waking up. I take a small sip before I get the nagging feeling to look again. And I'm so glad I trusted my gut because when I glance out again, he's approaching his car rather quickly. I throw a jacket on before rushing out to catch him.

"Hey!" I yell right before he reaches his car. He freezes, keeping his back turned to me until I'm behind him. He hesitantly turns around. God, he looks just as cute today. His hair's a little messier, and his eyes look sleepy. I mentally groan. This would be easier if he wasn't so adorable. "Wes, hey."

"Hi." He's still avoiding my gaze.

"Did you walk here?" I ask, not seeing another car driving away.

"Yeah," he answers, shrugging his shoulders like it isn't a big deal. It's fucking freezing this morning, and he really walked here?

"Do you want to come inside for a minute and warm u-" I don't even get to finish the offer before he cuts me off.

"No." His sharp tone takes me aback.

But feeling desperate, I find myself trying again. "Are you sure? My place is really warm, and I have some coffee made."

"I don't like coffee," he retorts.

"I..." Fuck, why do I feel so intimidated right now. "I have some hot chocolate, too. I can make you some."

His eyes finally meet mine, but when they narrow at me, the intimidation worsens. "Why are you inviting me in? I told you I wasn't like you." Ouch. Okay, the homophobic option is starting to look a lot more likely.

I purse my lips and narrow my own eyes. "You don't have to say it like it's a bad thing."

Shock takes over his features. His parted lips and wide eyes confuse me, though. "I didn't- I didn't mean it like that," he stutters. "I, uh, I have to go."

He's fast to turn away, but I grab his wrist before I can stop myself. "Wait."

His gaze lands on my hand for a moment before he jerks it out of my grip. "Sorry, uh, I- Sorry," he quickly says before climbing in his car and pulling out.

What the hell was that? That just left me more confused. At first, he was really defensive but was quick to apologize, like he really didn't mean it that way. Then the way he started stuttering... I'm not even going to mention how cute it was. But it was really cute. It was almost like he was nervous... panicking... Gay panicking? Or maybe he thought I was going to beat him up for being homophobic and that's why he apologized. This endless wondering is starting to get to me.

But reality starts to sink in. He just left, and I have no way to reach him. I'm never going to see him again.

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