Never Let Me Go

Chapter 2

Preston's POV

After Rob so suddenly ended the call, I felt bad. Had I done something that just slipped out somehow? Was this all my fault? Either way, I can't go to sleep thinking I might have upset my best friend. I quickly went to message Rob.
"Hey um I'm sorry if I did something, I'm always here for you if you need me bro. Love ya"

That seemed alright, right? I waited a bit after I sent that message, scrolling through social media until Rob officially went offline. I proceeded to my bed and crawled under the soft, silky blanket. I stared at the ceiling recalling Rob and I's conversation throughout the recording. I don't remember saying anything that might have tipped him off. I try to be as cautious as possible when it comes to touchy topics are something like that. I can't stand being the reason someone I love and care about is upset and/or mad because of my actions. No matter what, there's just this deep sinking feeling in your chest. You keep replaying scenarios within your head to see if you could've done something differently. Maybe it was the way you said or worded something, or maybe the way you gestured towards someone or something. Either way, it eats at you and most of the time, there isn't much you can do. I stared at the ceiling for at least in hour, just diving into the depths of my mind. I remember thinking about Rob, his cute smile, his laugh, his everything. I had one last thought, before I fell asleep, and fell into a dream.

' Woah woah Preston, did you really think that? You're not gay... are you?'

"Preston... Preston..." I sat up at the sound of my name. Confused to as who was calling my name. I looked around to what appeared to be a bedroom, except it wasn't mine. It had light blue walls and a cute little night stand to the side of the bed. On the walls were Minecraft posters. I was on my side facing the wall closest to the side of the bed I was on. The voice I heard came from behind me. I slowly turned around, not knowing who the hell was calling my name, even though the voice sounded so familiar. When I was fully turned around, and I saw the face of the person next to me in the same bed, the voice clicked with a person... Rob. We sat there in silence for awhile, staring into each others eyes. I was trying to figure out how I even got here for one. I mean was I really here with Rob? He suddenly moved his hand so that it was on top of mine. My heart began to flutter. I could feel my cheeks getting hot. Was I blushing? Did I like Rob? No, I'm not gay, I can't be. Rob opened his mouth and began to finally speak to me, in his sexy morning voice.
"Good morning beautiful, you're awake."

"Rob? What are you doing here? Where am I? What's goi-" Rob cut me off.

"So many questions," he let out a soft chuckle. "good to see you too love."

I just stared at him, not knowing what to say or do. What can you do? We just lay there in the bed, gazing into each others eyes. He had his cute, toothy grin plastered on his face. It was silent for which felt like forever. I couldn't say anything, I was mesmerized by his beauty. I began to open my mouth to say something, but before I could do anything, Rob planted a soft, deep kiss onto my lips, surprising me. The thing is, I didn't pull back, I didn't want to. I mean I wasn't even gay, or at least I don't think I am? But I mean, it just felt, right. He pulled back and just began to chuckle. He leaned into the side of my ear and let out a soft, seductive sentence that sent my heart beating out of my chest,

"Maybe we could go a bit further another time. Love ya my little cactus." He winked at me and got up out of the bed and walked straight out of the door, out of sight.

The next thing I know, there is sunlight streaming through my curtains, brightening the once moonlit room from the previous night. The images from my dream were scattered throughout my memory. I couldn't believe what I had dreamed about, it just didn't seem right, yet it did at the same time. I wasn't gay for Rob, was I? I sat there just pondering about Rob. I mean like he's my best friend, and even if I did like him, Rob's not gay, so there wouldn't even be a chance for me. But I mean, I still couldn't get over the fact of me having gay thoughts. I mean don't get me wrong, I don't hate against people who are gay or bi or whatever, but growing up, I was told it was wrong. Yes, now I have my own opinions and I don't believe it's wrong, but then again I don't believe it's right, only due to the fact of what I was taught growing up. I decided just to push the thought of the dream away for now. I got up to go get myself something to munch down on when I passed my office door. The previous nights events replayed throughout my head. Rob acting strange all through the night, me asking him what was up, then him suddenly hanging up. I decided to just head over to my computer to check my skype messages. I mean what if Rob wasn't ok? I couldn't live with myself knowing there was something I could've done to help my best friend. I mean after all he's done for me. He's my best friend, my partner in crime. If I can help him, I will. I logged onto Skype and checked throughout my messages. Just some different requests and what not for recording and what not. I went straight to my favorites and found Rob's contact. I saw there was one new message and I quickly clicked on it to see what awaited me. I read it and it was just him saying that he was fine and just was a bit tired and stressed out and was tired blah blah. I half didn't believe him, but it was whatever, I'm not going to  push him into anything. I went and grabbed a bowl of cereal to chow down on. While eating, I couldn't help but think of the dream. I mean how couldn't I? There was one question that I couldn't stop thinking about though, one that was nagging at the back of my brain,

Did I like Rob?