When Dreams and Reality Meet (BoyxBoy)

I Love You : Ch. 8

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-Chapter 8-

-Owen-

Yesterday I hated that I couldn’t tell Jonah about my piano or tell him I loved him… But I just wasn’t ready. I couldn’t take it… I couldn’t take trusting somebody. So, here I was, sitting in yet another class. My last class for the day, though. I was jotting down notes on my duties of student body president that I had to finish by tomorrow in my spiral notebook, but truly concentrating on Jonah. I hadn’t been able to focus all day because he kept crawling into my thoughts.

“Hey, Owen?” Said a small voice, making me look up to see a girl who sat a few desks away from me. She was very shy, from what I understood, and she only ever spoke when she raised her hand to answer a questions. I glanced at the teacher, who wasn’t paying attention and just doing paperwork, then back at the girl.

“Yes?” I replied, trying to mask my annoyance.

She was pretty, I must admit, but as you know I don’t feel that way towards the female gender. As in, I feel absolutely no attraction. She was a red head with very curly hair and bright blue eyes.

“A-ah… I was just wondering if you were busy this Saturday night?” She asked her in soft spoken voice, making her fair cheeks grow rosy.

I frowned slightly, slowly processing that she was asking me out on a date.

“Well, actually I am.” I stated nonchalantly.

She spun around immediately, not looking at me as she said, “Oh… okay, I’m sorry.” Then dashing back to her seat.

I sighed and began working again, making sure I had everything planned.

The bell finally rang and I jumped up, grabbing my stuff to head to the auditorium.

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Soon enough, I was back in the auditorium with Jonah.

We were sitting together, like always, when he suddenly took my hand.

I looked at him to find him already looking at me.

“Owen… I-I…..”

“Yes, Jonah?”

He paused and stayed quiet for awhile, but then squeezed my hand. “I just want you to know… I don’t expect anything from you like…. Like you coming out to your family or anything.” He whispered.

I felt myself tear up, but I fought the urge to release them. “Thank you, Jonah.” I replied, choking up slightly.

Jonah leaned over and gently kissed me, a kiss that was loving and light. I felt myself grown relaxed.

He pulled back and smiled at me, which I returned. He was still holding my hand as he whispered to me…

“I love you.”

I was stunned… He loved me… How could he love such a messed up and cruel person like me? He saw how I yelled at people, how frustrated I grew. But he loved me…. Out of everybody else at this school.

I did love him… I did….. But  I couldn’t tell him I did…. I’d never told anybody I loved them… Let alone have anybody tell me they loved me.

I dragged my eyes to his, making me self work up the bravery to tell him. It was surprising for me to see that his eyes were understanding and kind…

I opened my mouth to say something, but Jonah pecked my mouth with a kiss, then pulled back to look at me again.

“You… aren’t made I didn’t say it back?” I asked him in disbelief.

“No, of course not. I understand you’re not ready. I’ll always be standing next to you Owen… I’ll never be against you.” He said.

I smiled and gave his hand a squeeze.

“I don’t deserve you.” I said simply.

“No, but I deserve you.” Jonah teased with a smile spread across his adorable face.

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I drove Jonah home that night, like I always did, giving him a goodnight kiss then going on my way.

Back to the place I unfortunately I had to call home.

As soon as I pulled into the driveway, I knew something was wrong.

I pushed away the eerie feeling, grabbing my bag and heading inside after parking my car quickly.

I walked through the door, shutting it quietly behind me when I heard hushed voices whispering in the kitchen. I froze, hoping I could tune in to the conversation.

“There’s something wrong, Charles. Owen hasn’t been coming home right after school like he use too…. He seems happier, but when he goes up in his room sometimes I heard him cry. I call the school and they said they saw nothing wrong-“ My mother began saying.

“Mary! The boy’s fine! He’s working hard, just like his old dad did.” My father boomed, cutting off my mother.

“Your right… I’m sorry.” My mother said, giving up like she always did.

I sneered quietly, then put on my “happy” face and strode into the kitchen.

My mother jumped when I greeted them , making her turn around and smile at me.

“Honey… when did you get home?” My mother asked.

“I just walked through the door.” I lied. My family being the way it is, a train wreck, you learned to lie really well.

My mother smiled, relieved, believing the lies like always.

“Oh. Well, dinners on the table.” She said, gesturing to the nicely set up meal that would be shared by a loving family like Jonah’s… not mine.

“I’m not hungry.” I said, politely, then turned to exit the room and go to my room.

“You will eat when your mother makes dinner, boy.” My father spat, his voice warning.

I turned around and faked a smile, taking a seat with them at the table.

My mother smiled nervously and after a few minutes, she realized my father was not talking so she could.

“So, Owen, how was school today?” She asked, glancing at my father to make sure it was okay to talk. He showed no sign of anger, so he looked back at me and smiled a genuine smile.

“Fine.” I responded, looking down at my food as I poked at it with my fork.

“Have a date for home coming yet?” My father asked nonchalantly.

“Yes, actually I think I may.” I replied, smirking and chuckling. I would humor myself with my father actually thinking I had a date… with a girl.

My father and mother looked shocked, but smiled.

“Oh! A nice girl, I suppose?” My mother asked.

“Of course! He’s a chip of the old block!” My father said, grinning ear to ear.

I fought back a scowl. I was nothing like that monster.

I got up, excusing myself from the table and stomping up the stairs. I locked myself in my room, then laid down on my bed and kept the tears from coming as I repeated what Jonah told me only a few hours ago…

“I love you.”

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