How Can You Tell It's Love (boyxboy)

Sadness Hurts

After calming down a bit, I got off the floor and opened the door. Being left alone with my thoughts isn't the best idea at the moment. So I continued my trip o the basement and ignored any sounds coming from his room.

I down the steps and I walked into the kitchen. Jenna was in there preparing food. Dinner maybe? How much time passed while I was sulking in my room?

"Hello Zino, do you like like the house so far?" she greeted.

Maric only showed me my room then went off to be a prat. Damn that bastard. Well, I could just tell, "No, actually Maric didn't even show me how to get to the basement." Two birds with one stone.

"Uh? Is that so? Well the second door down that hall will lead you downstairs. I'll shout for you when dinner's ready, 'Kay?" I followed her directions and found my way to a dark room lit with black lights. It was the perfect place to hold a party at and there were probably several a week. I loved it until my eyed settled on Maric sitting on the pool table. That ruined my mood.

"Hey Zi. I see that you found the basement," he seemed happy but why is he here? Isn't he supposed to be telling his friends how much he hates my guts? And what's with the nick-name? He pisses me off.

I examined the room while replying, "Actually, your mom told me how to get here. Thank you very much." If he thinks of me as brat then I'll be one.

 He opened his mouth to speak but Jenna beat him to it shouting, "Food's up! Boys, hurry up or I'll eat it all!" Even though I doubted that she could eat every single bit, I still tried to beat Maric to the stairs. Keyword: tried.

Somehow he jumped off the table, shoved me aside, called me "Loser", and ran up the stairs before I could stand. Mostly this was because I sat there starig at the spot he was at before.

"What the hell?" I stood and went into the dinning room where the food was, "Whoa" An array of foods laid out on the table were before me. There were even some dishes that I have never seen before.

Jenna smiled while Maric chowed down like he hadn't ate in weeks. "Eat what you like." After the hearty meal, or at least when I could stand again, Maric left right away without saying a word. Jenna wasn't bothered by his rude behavior and let him go. I guess this is how you act when you have all the money in the world: a stuck up spoiled prat.

"Don't worry about him. He'll warm up to you soon enough," she smiled. There was a somewhat sad look in her eyes as she thought.

I didn't feel like staying in the room for much longer, so I excused myself quickly and went upstairs following Maric. I know that my oringal plan was to scare him away with my sexuality but he acted so cold to me. Maybe what he said was true. But he's the stuck up one not me!

Whatever. The food made me sleepy and I was ready for bed. I made a minute shot good-night to Jenna. I almost knocked on Maric's door to do the same thing but stopped. He hates me. There's no need to be nice if he'll never return that kindness. I knew this, heck I even hated him, but why do I have this heavy feeling in my chest? Why does it hurt?

I went into my room, close the door, and dressed in both black shirt and boxers.

Recently all I ever wear is black. You're supposed to wear it as a sign of depression from a loved one's death. Before then I used to be so happy and carefree. Now I'm always grumpy and angry at everyone. The adults blamed my shudden change to my parents death and so they took pity on me. I don't want their pity nor anyone's else. They can all drop dead for all I care!

With thoughts of people dying, or better yet, me killing them in my head I crawled into bed. The unfamillarity made it hard to fall asleep but soon enough I dosed off to a perfect world where there was no hate. Even the Maric there didn't think I was stuck up. If only I could stay there forever.