Missing 13 BoyXBoy

Chapter 2

The day before my birthday, I spent with my family. We played games and ate ice cream and laughed. We all tried to enjoy the time we still had each other. At about 11 p.m. we started saying our goodbyes. Mom cried and held onto me saying how much she would mess me, and that she will be right here when I came back. Dad isn't too good with goodbyes, so he just promised to keep my room clean and stuff. Anyone else would have thought of him heartless, but I knew he was putting on a brave face for mom. Someone has to be strong, and he had decided to take up the role. I hugged him and thanked him. Angel clung to me and cried. I held her in my arms and whispered soothing words in to her ear. She held tight still. A few minutes before I would be leaving, I put her down in front of me and looked her in the eyes.

"Remember what I gave you? Stay brave for mom and dad. They both need you. If you are ever sad, remember what I told you." I said to her. She sniffed for a moment, then wiped her eyes and nodded her head.

"I'll be back in a year. Don't worry! I love you so much, and I will try to think of you every day, if there are days." I whispered in her ear as I pulled her back into a hug. After letting her go, I gave my parents a kiss of the forehead.

"I'm going to miss you all so much. I love all of you." I said as tears fell down my cheek. They all gave me a group hug. I could feel their warmth. I closed my eyes as I heard the clock chime around me. By the third chime, the sound changed. The clock was deeper. The warmth I had felt not even a moment before was gone. I lay in the stain red sheets of Dorian's bed. The cloud-ish, dream-like curtains of the canopy flowing lightly around me. You could look out from the bed and see the dark room, only lighted by a small lamp on the bed side table. Dorian didn't seem to be in the room, which was unusual. He was usually always in the room.

I sighed and got up from the bed. I walked over to the other side of the room and opened the door. I had to wish Dorian a happy birthday. His birthday was two days ago, and I wasn't around. I hope we can celebrate it tonight. If I'm lucky, his present is still in my pocket. As I walked down the long narrow hallway, I checked. The little box was still there! I couldn't wait to give it to him. I know it will make him happy.

I walked into the kitchen and looked around. Dorian was sitting at one of the tables, reading a book. What shocked me was that it was a baking book. He was a great cook, but not so much a baker. I looked in the kitchen to see burnt things, dirty pans and counters, and the oven open to cool it down faster. There was powder everywhere, even in Dorian's dark, long-ish hair and on his cheek. He wasn't wearing a shirt to show off his smooth muscular chest. His dark brown, almost black eyes were scanning over the pages of the book.

I snuck up behind him to see what he was looking at. Turns out, he was trying to make a cake. It explained the mess in the kitchen.

"If you want to eat that, I can make it for you." I said suggesting. Dorian sighed.

"It wouldn't mean anything unless I made it." he mumbled still scanning the book.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Because it wouldn't be from me. I want it to be from me, and I want him to like it." he said.

"Who?"

"Blain...." his voice trailed off. "CRAP!!!" he suddenly screamed as he jumped up. He looked at the clock and ran out of the room. I laughed. I could hear him cursing all the way down the hall. I also heard a door open, silence, and then the door shutting, and footsteps running back. He swung into the kitchen and looked at me.

His expression was priceless!! He looked shocked, surprised, embarrassed, and even had a blush going across his face. I tried to hold back, but I couldn't! I burst out laughing. I was literally hunched over, laughing. I had to hold on to the chair to keep from falling over. It was ridiculous. I had never seen him blush except when I told him he was adorable when he pouts. And can you guess what he was doing? Just that! His perfect lips were stuck in a pout. It was a-fraking-dorable! Yeah, that's right. I said a-fraking-dorable; which only made me laugh even harder.