Immortalfox (Let's See Where This Will go) boyxboy

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 inbound!

Sorry it's so short, but I hope you enjoy it. These next few chapters are going to be AWESOME. I don't want to give too much away, but let's just say there may be some drama. I hope you enjoy, though. And remember to fav and comment on the story!

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Aleks POV:

 8. The worst number in the world. I never had reason to hate or despise a number before, but I did now.

I had decided to extend the trip. I was supposed to leave yesterday, but I cancelled my flight back to Boston. The next best date was in 8 days, and even though that was a long ways away from now, I still hated it. I like the number infinity better. It sounded more, oh, I don’t know, infinite. I didn’t want to leave Eddie now more than ever.

To think that a few days ago I was just his friend. Now we were together in a way I never could’ve imagined.

I loved him. I loved his laugh, his smile, his sense of humor, the way he made me feel, his slyness…

All of these things I thought about in the early morning of 2 a.m. I didn’t even know I could wake up this early, but all of my thoughts were just too much, piling up like a pile of laundry in my head.

I kept reminding myself that it was only a short time that I’d be away from him. We’d move to Colorado together soon enough, and we’d be free to hold each other in one room at one time in real life as opposed to what would seem like opposite sides of the world.

A tear rolled down my cheek. I was way too in love with this man. The thought of how crazy I was for him made me chuckle despite my feelings.

What love did to you was a mystery. It was one roller coaster after the next. From one good day to one bad day.

Eddie snored beside me and I sighed. I turned to face him and rolled onto my stomach.

“You beautiful, crazy, sly fox,” I murmured, then chuckled again. I ruffled his hair as he slept, combing it, parting it.

Moments like these, watching him sleep, gave me butterflies. He always looked calmest when he slept, though recently I liked to believe he was that way with me.

“I love you,” I heard him murmur. I jumped. Was he awake?

“Eddie?” I whispered to him.

He didn’t respond. Was he dreaming?

He moved in his sleep, thrashing around a bit, but nothing violent. I giggled again.

“Eddie? Are you playing with me? Are you awake or asleep?”

He still didn’t respond.

I slapped him lightly on the back and got up. I had an idea.

I got up from the bed, wearing my “Smoke Meth Hail Satan” shirt and striped boxers. I darted down the staircase, forgetting totally the number 8 and its inevitability. I was going to make Eddie pancakes for breakfast.

We hadn’t had a decent meal in the past few days, part of that being because we were too lazy to make breakfast. Cereal was just so much easier to prepare, y’know?

I rummaged through the cabinets and found the Betty Crocker pancake mix, but I stared at the box. Plan pancakes? No way. He needed something sweeter than that.

Sweeter…

Aha!

I moved a few packages out of the way in the cabinet and found a few candy bars. Perfect.