Dumbstruck

Chapter 19

As soon as we got inside, Felix immediately said, "Whoa! What got you two all wet?"

"Sandman, get your dirty mind out of the fucking gutter!" Oscar shouted from the living room.

"You know you don't want me to!" He shouted back.

"Why the heck are y'all shouting?!" Omar said as he appeared on the staircase. As soon as he saw us, a frown settled on his face. "Why are you so wet?"

Apparently, that made Felix snicker. Leaving Olly to say whatever it was he was gonna say, I walked past them and headed to the room Omar and I are sharing. Of course, with him following. He didn't say anything, which is good 'cause I really don't want to tell another sob story. Entering the bathroom, I turned on the shower before sinking on the floor, balling my eyes out.

The walls that I've built up, the secrets that I've kept locked, all the pain and frustration that I've bottled up, pours out just like that. All because of him. If he hadn't confessed like that, everything would still be kept hidden. I wouldn't be sitting here with a tear streamed face that resembles the Nile River.

"Tyvvah?" I heard Omar knock and call softly on the door.

A moment later, it opened slowly and his face popped in. Not moving from my position, he closed the door and turned off the shower before sitting next to me on the floor. Leaning my head on his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around me and just let me cry while he rubbed circles on my back. This is what I love about Omar, he knows exactly what to say without saying anything. Confusing right?

"Shhh, honey. It's okay. Just cry it all out. I'm here for you."

I don't know how long it was until I calmed down, but by that time, his shirt was now literally soaked. Aplogozing, I pushed away all the hair on my face before wiping it clean with my shirt.

"Do you wanna tell me what happened or nah?" Omar smiled softly.

Thinking it over, we've only been friends for about 3 weeks now, close to a month. But in that short amount of time, he's earned my trust a lot faster than the others. Maybe telling him might help, I mean, I've never been in situations like this so this is the first time.

"It's about Olly." I said timidly.

He rose an eyebrow before looking at me curiously, "Why? What happened?"

"Well, we went out for brunch earlier and..." I started nervously.

Why the heck am I even nervous for?

"And then?" He urged me to continue.

"We headed to the park after that." I said, looking down on my hands.

"What did you do in the park?"

"We just walked around. He told me stuff about his family and how his mom used to take him and his brothers there to watch the sunset."

"Did you watch the sunset?"

"Mmm..." I started fidgeting with my fingers. "No."

"Why?"

"Because he..." I started but with how fast my heart is beating, I'm kind of distracted.

"He what?" Omar asked.

"He said that he liked me, and weeks before that, we almost kissed in that clown house! In my defense, he was the one who was leaning in. I was backed up against the wall, I had no way of escaping." I huffed.

"But you could've avoided that situation you know, you could've just pushed him away or something." He said.

"That's the thing; I don't fucking know why I didn't just push him away! I wanted to! But-"

"Are you sure you wanted to?" He cut me off with a faint smile.

I stared at him for a moment and thought about his question longer than necessary. Why? I don't even freaking know.

"You know, liking someone isn't bad." Omar said after a while.

Again, I stayed silent.

"I'm...I'm afraid, Marcito." I said timidly.

"First off, you gotta stop calling me Marcito." He groaned, ruffling my hair. "Second, there's nothing to be afraid of. Unless you develop a crazed obsession with them and start stalking them 24/7 then guuurl that ain't good." He sassed, snapping his fingers.

"So I'm guessing you do that to Stephie?" I laughed, raising my eyebrow.

"No." He scoffed.

"Here you are lecturing me about admitting, and yet you can't even admit that you're stalking her." I shook my head.

"Admitting that you like someone and admitting that you're stalking someone are two different things." He said and stuck his tongue out at me.

I laughed along with him before falling silent again. Maybe it's time I try and "like" someone. After all, just like Omar said, there's no harm in admitting that you like someone. But I'm just not going to admit it to him. Like, how awkward would that be?

Besides, I'm more comfortable with the level of our friendship right now. "So are you gonna tell me that you like him or do I have to use brute force on ya?"

"Dude, you and I know that sassy Latino ass of yours isn't capable of such thing." I chuckled.

"Stop stalling." He whined. "You can tell me. I vow unto Voldemort's non existent nose that I will not tell a single soul about it."

"Seriously? You're vowing unto something that's fictional?" I scoffed.

"Just admit it already!"

"Fine! I like him!" I threw my hands up.

Grinning widely, he clapped his hands before saying, "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Rolling my eyes, I stood up and faced the mirror. "How is this going to work though?"

"How what's going to work?" He stood up.

"The whole liking somebody thing."

"Well young grasshopper, you have a lot to learn." He said as he pats my head.