A Nerd Punk Lover (Boy x Boy)

Chapter Three- The Intordution

Gilbert was in a sleep mode. The warm hold for a person carrying him like a young child was very nice and warm. He felt safe in the random or known person's arms. 'Heck, This is not that bad' Thought Gilbert. They where moving but to where. That was what he last thought Gilbert had, before he went into a deep sleep agian, feeling safe and sound.
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After that, Gilbert was put into a sleep like mode. He did not hear people, but he could feel their persence. He felt like he was in a bed, not like the one in a bed room, but more like a hospital bed. He felt like two people where in the room, and knew there was at least two people, because at least two people talked. Gilbert was weak, so did not care about finding out who it was, but after a while the voices became clear to hear what they were saying.
"He's such a strong boy, to what he looks like. Most kids would be put in a comma or worse, being barley alive. Yet, here he is, a skinny little boy, who is some how going to be back to normal in a month or two." This voice seemed to belong to a nice woman who seemed to be in what sounded to be her 30's.
"Yeah, I'm just glad I could get to him in time. I mean not a lot of people walk out alive after something like that." This second voice seemed familiar to Gilbert. Still, the voice seemed worried about what he guessed was to be him. Not like a stranger you pity worry, but close friend or even family worried pithiness. The pain in his voice seemed as if it would kill him, when the voice talked. Then it clicked, the tone of the voice, the seconded one, was close to the boy dressed in the black's shout. The boy that went to be attacked by John. But who was he, exactly. But even waking up and thinking took up too much energy from Gilbert, forcing him to be thrown into a sleep like state once agian, by his body and mind.
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It was warm to Gilbert. Nice in the bed. It wasn't like a hospital bed, but like a real bedroom bed. Soft and warm. Gilbert, only half asleep, felt that he was wearing PJs, or at least seemed to be PJ pants; for the soft cotten; and an over size shirt witch could be easily used to sleep in. He felt warm, not sick warm but nice warm as if sharing a bed, like when his parents where here with him. He would have nightmares and would crawl into their bed with them.
'what happened last night. I don't remember coming back home or even changing.' Thought Gilbert.
He tried to remember what really happened. It was ture, he never even came home to his house. The last place he remembered was at the practice feild. The rain, the dragging, beating and kicking, then the shout was one of the last things he rembered, and could not remember after that, which made him very confused. Upon the thought, the pain came back into his head, gut, an even whole body for being sore. With that, he felt hands, and arms rapping around his stomach, saving him from the dark pain. The grip was light, but able to be notice. It was comfortable, even with all the pain. Sleeping sounded like a great idea, but Gilbert just had to know where he was. So, with all his strength he opened his eyes, or at least tried to, but was only able to open his right eye. The pain of that was unbareable. It felt that someone was pocking his eye after everything he was able to get a look at his surroundings. But with great courage and strength, he finally got to open his eye to look. But, it was dark. Pitch black, meaning no lamps on, lighting, or even sun shining out side and into the room through the window. He gave up on the idea of trying to look around, by moving. He rested on the idea of just giving up and going back to sleep. He liked that idea, too. The grip by the arms was a comfort he liked and he was not going to let it go and walk away, so he tried not to move as he tried to fall asleep again, which was a quick and easy mission.
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Gilbert felt a push like feeling at his shoulder, trying to wake him up in the kindest way but was getting annoyed at the nothingness reponce. He woke up, his eyes were still closed, but he was awake for that matter. To have the picking stop, he sounded off by humming in a questioning tone.
Gilbert opened his eyes just a little at a time. For he did remember what he did last time he tried to wake up. Nothing was around him, but yet something, or someone was around him, from what he remembered.
He opened his eyes to see what seemed to be a bedroom. It wasn't his bed room or any bedroom he seen beforehand. The room seemed to belong to an apartment, a poor but dueable place to live. On the wall was posters of most likely bands and singers. Clothes wear thrown around the room, while Gilbert's sat nicely folded on the fake wooden desk, across the bed, which was up against the wall. The bed only left room to walk through on his side, while the other side probably was the rest of the room. Gilbert finally looked up, and sat up as well. He saw a boy like figure, he was fighting something, and seemed to be in a rush to go some where. Gilbert scrunch his eyes, trying to un-blur the object moving. The boy seemed to point, and as Gilbert looked over, he saw a shape of glasses, a bowl, and a glass. Gilbert reached out for his glasses and slid them on. As he looked back up, he saw Deven Smiley.
The Deven Smiley was standing in front of him, half naked and struggling to fix on his black skinny jeans. Still topless and eating breakfast, he points to the same table where Gilbert found his glasses.
"I made you breakfast. The doc says you need to eat every day or so, so yeah." The pice of bread in his mouth was muffling some of Deven's speech, but Gilbert was able to understand.
"Why are you rushing around?" Was one of the first things Gilbert had said.
After he said this he felt so stupid. After all when people wake up at a new place they don't know of or even know the day let along the hours, they would ask questions about that, but he just ask why Deven was rushing around. It was so stupid and Gilbert hated himself for that.
"I have to go to school today and I'm running a little bit late" Deven responded as he finished his pice of bread and worked his way to dresser and pulled out a matching black T-shirt. Gilbert totally forgot about school. What time was it? Gilbert tried to get out off bed but fell over when he stood up.
"And that's why, ladies and gentlemen, you are going to stay here today, in bed" Deven said picking up Gilbert. The pain in Gilbert's sides and whole body started to hurt. And he was in an over sized shirt and a pair of sweat pants. Once back in bed, Deven made sure he was okay and walk over to the table. He grabbed his bag, and then worked his way back over to Gilbert. Deven leaned over and kissed Gilbert on the top of his head. Yeah, kissed him.
"Bye I'll be back, and I'll bring homework and paperwork for you from teachers. You need to eat before it gets cold." Deven said as he left.
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After eating, Gilbert saw that they were in a studio like apartment. The room was open and small. A nice type of small through. The door was on the opposite side of the room form the bed, and the bathroom was behind a door against the same wall the back of the bed rest upon. Or, at least that was Gilbert thought. It seemed like nice place to live, modern and open. Gilbert's apartment was just a place with a kitchen, a bedroom, and a bathroom. Of course it had a couple of other things added to it, but they weren't important.
And then Gilbert thought over the fact that Deven kissed him. KISSED HIM. Yes, it was true, Gilbert did in fact have a crush on Deven. But, then again most of the boys at the school are mostly bisexual, pan sexual, or are just straight up gay. It was a rare find to meet, let along a straight boy. But the shock of it all was the fact that Deven even had a chance to like Gilbert. The fact was, was that Deven was know to start fights and to get into trouble. Gilbert probably didn't even know why he had a thing for him. He was probably straight, for he had never dated, or even showed any form of feelings for someone. The question was hard to answer it Deven even had a feeling for Gilbert.
'I mean he could have just have kissed me to a motherly instinct' thought Gilbert.
He couldn't just ask him when he gets back.
Gilbert felt an itch on his back and all around his body. Gilbert quickly stripped of the over-sized T-shirt. In replace of his pale skin, was white bandages wrapped around around his low body covering where his ribs were sticking out from his skin. Then straps of the white bandages ran up to his bony right shoulder, which lead to his bony right arm. It was true he was bony and very pale. All over his body were black and blue bruises. In fear, Gilbert pulled the thick black blanket up and over to the side. He still had on the loose grey sleeping pants Deven had probably dressed him in. The thought that Deven had dressed him, it made Gilbert blush. Such thoughts came rushing to him head.
Had Deven done anything to him?...