My (shitty) High School Experience (Prumano AU)

Chapter 5

   I sat on my bed, trying to comprehend what had happened at the park. It wasn't that hard to understand, but still. Some shit happened.

                                            -Flashback-

   "Ciao, potato bastard #2." I said, plopping onto the bench next to him. He simply grunted in response. "What the hell is up with you...?" I muttered.

   "Tonio and I broke up." He said, his words sounding muffled. Him and Antonio were dating? Is that why he's been so... depressed all the time?

   "Oh." I said, unsure of how to react to this. I awkwardly patted his back. He launched himself at me, snuggling into my chest as he cried. I could feel the tears soaking my shirt. I tensed up, since I don't really like physical contact.

   He clung to me rather tightly. I awkwardly patted  his back again, still unsure of what to do. I tried to think of something I could do, other than be an awkward prick. I sighed internally when an idea came to mind. I can't do that... 

   A sob escaped Gilbert's lips. I have to. I took a breath in and started singing an old Italian song grandpa Rome would sing when me, Romeo, or Feli were crying. It was about loving someone, but Gilbert doesn't know Italian, so that's good. I started singing;

"Sento il suono della musicaIl tuo genere musicale preferito questo mi ricorda di te caravedo le rose 

estiva Il tuo colore preferito di roseE che mi ricorda troppo di voi cariSe ho potuto sentire nessuna

 musicaSe ci potrebbe essere nessun rose Non ci sono notti d'estate per farmi sognare come faccio

ioIo ancora non mi dimenticherò ma una cosa sarebbe ancora vero Il mio cuore mi ricorda 

ti amo Io ancora non mi dimenticherò mai maimai Una cosa sarebbe ancora vero Il mio cuore mi 

ricorda ti amo"

   I sang quietly, flustered about the fact that I was actually singing for this bastard. Gilbert's sobs died down as he pulled away from this awkward hug thing we had been exchanging. He pecked my cheek and got up wiping his eyes. I sat there stunned, did he kiss my cheek? "Thank you." He said, smiling as he walked down the twisted path.

                         -End of flashback-

It doesn't sound like such a big ordeal, but it was. The way Gilbert's lips felt on my cheek... It sent little jolts of electricity through my body. It makes me giddy just thinking about it! 

What

The

Fuck?

  I decided to just lay down and sleep on it. It was friday, so I could sleep in. I layed down and closed my eyes, the events replaying through my head as if it were a sign on repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Why are these stupid things replaying in my head?! He kissed me, and that's that. It was a small gesture with no meaning. Right?

   I groaned and closed my mind, trying to avoid thinking about what happened. It took awhile, but I eventually fell asleep.

                    -Dream-

  I was handcuffed to a bedpost, wearing nothing but underwear. I tried to scream for help, but I had a gag on. It muffled my screams as a bit of drool slid out of my mouth.

   Gilbert randomly appeared, licking the drool from my chin rather seductively. He pulled my gag away, but quickly kissed me before I could say anything. Our lips started to move in sync. This kiss was pure heaven.

   My lungs started to burn right when Gilbert pulled away and attacked my neck with kisses, using his hands to play with my nipples. He started kissing lower and lower. Once he had reached my underwear, I woke up.

              -End of dream.-

   I awoke in my bed, not handcuffed, and wearing the pajamas I had changed into when I got home from my walk. I looked down, oh great. That damned dream made me hard. I glanced at the clock by my bed. The red, pixelated numbers read 4:36am. I quickly ran to the showers that all the boys of hall C36 shared. Luckily, no one saw me.

    I sprinted into the shower and turned the water on, not caring about the temperature. I continued to fix my problem. 

   I got out of the shower, and grabbed a random towel laying around. I wrapped it around my waist and went to my room. I glanced at Gilbert as I closed to door. He was sleeping like a fucking baby. I changed into another pair of pajamas, unsure of whether or not I wanted a dream similar to my last one.