Stay A Little Longer: A Short Story

~Six~

How badly I wanted to kill Kevin had nothing on Andy's face after I bloodied Kevin's. It was a look of true horror and shock. I took one look at Kevin lying helplessly on the pavement and realized what I'd done. His two "bodyguards" had run off scared and Andy had hidden behind a park bench. I spun and took Kevin's hand, pulled him off the ground, and threatened that if he ever lay a hand on anything other than a football and his own junk, I'll kick his ass again.

And with that, I wrapped a hand around Andy's waist and we walked off towards the Hotel Bella, since Andy didn't want to go home.

I decided not to ask any questions. Andy tends to do things for no obvious reason-- or any reason at all.

"One room for Brown, please," I said to the man at the front desk. Brown is my grandmum's maiden name, so I use it when I want to hide from my parents. I pay with cash so they can't trace my card, and take Andy upstairs to our room.

"9B... 9C... 10A... Here we go, 10B," I count aloud. I push open the door and Andy steps in. I step in behind him and close and lock the door.

"Thanks, Greyson," he says without making eye contact. I pick up his chin with my index finger and we stare into each other's eyes.

"I would never let anyone hurt you. I love you, Andrew Lavigne."

He smiles. "I love you, Greyson Huang." And I believe him. Why wouldn't I? I touch my lips to his and he collects a bunch of my shirt in his hands. I press harder and he lets out a small groan.

Then he pulls away.

"Greyson," he starts.

"Yeah?"

"Tonight."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I love you."

I smile and kiss him while half-walking half-carrying him over to one of the suite beds. I start to unbutton his shirt and he pulls mine over my head.

"Are you definitely sure?" I ask again. He nods while undoing my jeans. "Okay."

We get down to our boxers and are vigorously making out when I start to kiss his neck. He winces, but when I stop he tells me it's fine, to keep going. I make it down to his stomach and things get... intense. It'd be best to leave the rest to the imagination.

After we finish, we lay there in our underwear, snuggled up to each other. I kiss his forehead and he grabs my hand.

"Don't ever leave me, Andy," I whisper. He doesn't answer, so I guess he fell asleep.

Ever.
• • •
{Andy}

"Don't ever leave me, Andy," he whispers. My heart sinks and I don't answer. He doesn't make any attempt to see if I'm awake, so I shut my eyes and hold in a sob.

I have to tell him soon. Otherwise it's going to slip or someone else will tell him and he'll freak out and it would be all my fault.

It's always my fault.

But these have to be the best last days ever. When I go, my family will tell him. Like that book! Oh, that's sad. Why did I get excited?

Greyson lets out a snore and I let a tear fall. My phone lights up. A text from JoJo.

JoJo: Hey, when do u plan on comin home???

I pick up the small box and start to reply.

Me: I'll be bak in the morning. Tell the 'rents not 2 worry.

JoJo: They're not the 1s worrying, Andrew.

I sigh and set my phone back on the bedside table. I hate it when she calls me "Andrew." It makes me feel guilty for some reason. Like I'm being lectured by Mom for not doing something. It's worse when Greyson yells at me and calls me "Andrew."

I'm forever in trouble. I can't do anything without there being consequences.

My eyes fly open. I pick up my phone and open Google. I type in the search bar, and quickly get the answer I was hoping for. I exhale with relief and shut my eyes back.

The words I typed into the search bar are burned into my eyelids.

Is cancer contagious through sex?

"No." That one word made me happy. Maybe not everything I do has a consequence.

Well, not a bad one, at least.