Oakley {BoyxBoy & FIN}

Chapter Thirty

Oakley stopped crying himself to sleep.

Since he stopped, he didn't want to cuddle anymore.

But I knew the real reason why he didn't want to cuddle anymore.

Ever since I bailed out when he told me he loved me, he started acting weird. He didn't asked for my help anymore, he didn't smile as he used to, and whenever I kissed him on the cheek, he would flinch, as if I burned him, purposely or accidentally. It hurts when someone you're dating slowly starts to change. It wasn't that I didn't love Oakley. I cared about him more than I should because I started to like him. But I wasn't in love with him or loved him, yet.

Now that I slept on Curtis' chest and thought long and deep, whatever I was feeling was a crush, nothing more. I wasn't in love with Oakley yet because I had to hit that point, I knew I could stop loving Oakley in a heart beat. It was just a fact. I may not be attracted to other people at the moment but I knew I will be soon. I did hoped Oakley and I will stay together for a long time, but if he was slowly changing to someone I didn't like from the beginning, I may have to dump him.

And dumping the one person I was into was hard.

Curtis got us Burger King and smoothies from Seven Eleven. Oakley flashed Curtis a thank you smile before he took small bites in his burger. Oakley wasn't a huge fan of meat like Curtis and I but he still ate it because Curtis told him he needed "some meat in his bones". I liked Oakley for the way he was.

"I see you're getting better, Oakley," Curtis said happily, trying to make conversation with us.

Oakley sent him a closed smile and said, "Thanks to Tate. I feel a bit better."

I mentally rolled my eyes and bit my burger. Oakley will forever be a kiss ass. He knew damn well he was not better because I didn't love him back. It was practically tearing him apart that I left him when he told me loved me. What was I supposed to say? Oh, you shouldn't love me and I'm not in love with you yet because I don't feel it? What the hell was it? When will I feel that it? Curtis glanced at me and nodded, continuing eating his fries. Oakley looked like he wanted no part of eating his dinner so he pushed his food away and bowed his head.

I tried ignoring the fact that Oakley was being a bit dramatic but that was only because I didn't know he felt. I didn't know how to be in love. I looked at Curtis and his eyes snapped to Oakley before looking at me. I wanted to roll my eyes but that would should disrespect to not only Curtis, but to my boyfriend, Oakley. And I said it myself. I may not be a good nurse but I am damn sure that I am his boyfriend, whether or not I want to break up with him for not being himself, he was in pain. Curtis left us alone and went to his room.

I grabbed the unwrapped burgers and empty containers of fries and threw it in the garbage. I placed my hands on the counters and rolled my shoulders and neck. I was somewhat nervous to ask Oakley what the hell was wrong with him but I knew what was wrong with him and if he explained me what he was feeling, I wouldn't know what to do. I was never in a situation where somebody loved me...for me. Because me was an alcohol, suicidal, and sex addict dad who wanted nothing more than just sex and booze.

No strings attached. No hearts being broken.

My life would had been simpler if I didn't have feelings. Well, I didn't until Oakley appeared from the stupid cemetery and now he made me feel things I didn't want to feel, he made me feel things that were blocked for two months. He made a tidal wave of feelings that made me want to drown. I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

I turned around saying, "Oakley, I think—"

And I was met with an empty chair.

I looked around the kitchen and living room to see if he was on the couch watching TV but he was nowhere to be seen. I heard the door slam closed and my shoulders sagged. He was going to sleep again. I turned off all the lights and walked upstairs, pulling my shirt over my head and throwing it on the floor. Curtis would bitch about it in the morning but I didn't care at the moment.

I opened the door and saw Oakley's unmoved body on my—our—bed. I took off my pants and threw them lazily in the room. I got under the blankets and made myself comfortable enough to talk to Oakley.

I stared at him; his heavy breathing were not accurate because he wasn't sleeping and his face would scrunch up whenever someone, me, would stare at him for so long. His eyes snapped opened and I could tell that he was disappointed in seeing me. He was going to turn over when I placed my arm around his waist and pull him close to me, face to face. Under the gloomy light, his blue eyes held a certain emotion that made my skin crawl, in a good way. His stare didn't waver when I licked my lips, they, however, glanced at them. I mentally smirked when I saw him bit his lower lip yet stared at me.

"Babe," I whispered. Oakley fidgeted. "I missed you."

"I'm right here," he said sassily. My upper lip twitched at his remark. One thing I also learned about Oakley was that he got his sassy attitude from Aggie and they hung around three times.

"I know why you're mad at me," I announced.

"Oh really?" He fake gasped. I chuckled and leaned forward to kiss him when he sucked his teeth and moved his head. I gripped him a bit tight and his eyes widened. I felt my patience running thin but I had to stay a calm for Oakley. If he detected any signs of me being angry or getting angry, he would surely be afraid of me forever and he shouldn't be afraid of his boyfriend.

"So what if I don't love you or in love you with? I like you, I like you most people in this fucking neighborhood and you're mad that I don't love you? Jesus, Oakley. I loved that you were here for me, I loved that you asked me if I was okay, I loved that you treated me like a person than a patient. I loved the things you did for me but I will fall in love with you, sooner or later. It will happen."

I brushed my knuckles across his small cheeks and pressed my lips on his. Oakley responded and wrapped his arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around his body and pulled him on top of me. We kissed for a while, small pecks, full make out sessions, and tender kisses that showed each other we were going to do this. Oakley and I laid on the bed and faced the ceiling. Our chest rose up and down, small giggles came out of Oakley's mouth and heavy breathing came out of mine. I turned my head and saw that Oakley covered his mouth with his hands and giggled uncontrollably at the ceiling.

Stunning.

My heart swelled up at the sight of this stunning character and my eyes widened slightly. Was this love? Was it the aching and pounding of my heart? Was it the swollen lips due to our heavy yet heaven make out session? Was it is the way his body fitted perfectly in mine when we used to cuddle? Was it the way his ocean eyes would lit up whenever he saw me? Was it the way he stayed when I told him to go away?

I was completely blind.

The words flew out my mouth before I could take them back.

"Oakley, I love you."

Nothing.

He didn't say anything.

Because he fell asleep.

I stared at my boyfriend who had fallen asleep when I told him my confession.

But that was okay.

Because it wasn't me that tried cuddling with him, it was him that was cuddling with me.

I chuckled nervously and tilted his body towards me, his chest on my head and his arms laid lazily around my body. I shifted a bit to get in a good angle and brushed Oakley's silver hair away from his face. I waited for him to cry but he didn't and I was a relieved that he stopped and we could get the rest we needed.