Those Damn Dimples (BL)

Chapter 11: Mortal Sin

Caden quickly took off his shoes and went straight for the flight of stairs. He was so ready to run up to his room when he was stopped by Louise.

"Ep, ep." Louise stopped the kid in the rush. "Dinner's ready! Are you not going to see what I made for you tonight?" she asked.

"Oh, right. Sorry mom but Aunt Vicky fed me while I was there." Caden replied.

"Is that so? Should I put this in the fridge then?" Louise replied. But no answer was heard. Caden had already sneakily ran up to his room and closed the door.

"That kid." Louise snickered.

Caden quickly took his backpack off and took the pair of black trousers out. He held it in his hands and the aroma of Oliver's perfume filled the room. "Who sprays perfume on their trousers?" he thought to himself, letting out a little giggle. But he wasn't complaining. The fragrance smelled like vanilla, Caden's favorite ice cream flavor. It held on to him like an octopus catching prey. He couldn't get over it. He was entranced by the waves of Oliver's potion.

"What am I doing? I have to patch this up fast." Caden told himself. He got to work quickly. He threaded black thread onto the machine, plugged it in, and stepped on the foot pedal. The sound of the whirring electronic could be heard from outside. The tear was worse than it looked like back in the classroom. No worry, though. Caden could dissect what parts had to be fixed first.

Three knocks came from the door. Caden jumped up from the sudden disruption and was caught off guard. In came Louise.

"Hey Caden." She greeted the boy. "Did you tear your pants? Why are you sewing them?" She asked worriedly.

"Um. No mom. I'm just reinforcing the stitches on them." He answered, facing the fabric on the operating table.

"Oh, okay. That's good. It's a good thing you learned how to run that thing. You seem to be enjoying it." Louise added.

"Yeah, mom. But can I talk to you later? I'm not finished with this yet." Caden replied, still not facing the woman by the door.

"Okay, then. I put your dinner in the fridge. You can heat it up when you get hungry okay? Love you, sweetie!" She said, before gently closing the door.

After around 15 more minutes of sewing, Caden was finally finished. Oliver's trousers looked brand new. You could barely tell there used to be a tear on it. Caden held it in between his hands, and the smell of Oliver's perfume came rushing back into his nostrils. He couldn't resist. Maybe he deserved a little prize for achieving such a feat. He took a whiff. He took another. He took three more. He practically rubbed Oliver's clothes into his face. He took millions of whiffs that the perfume was basically gone.

"What am I doing?" he thought to himself. He was feeling sinful. He gave in to his temptations. Why was he feeling this way over his friend's clothing? At first it was due to the scent being familiar to him, something he liked. But maybe it wasn't just the aroma itself he adored.

Maybe it was the bearer.

Caden wondered at this new emotion he had just discovered. He doesn't know how to react to it. Is that why he always noticed his innocent smile? His gleaming eyes? His dimples? His damn dimples? What was that just now?

Caden felt disgusted at himself. He slapped himself, trying to wake himself up from the nightmare of liking his best friend. This isn't real, he kept telling himself. He ended up lying on his bed, clutching his blanket while staring at the void. He didn't sleep well that night, and he didn't even change clothes.