Calling Affection (Boyxboy)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Oliver's POV

Axel's room was exactly what I expected it'd be.

There was the generic blue and white theme going on, the centerpiece being the massive bed — it was made, so I knew they definitely had some help cleaning up, because I couldn't imagine Axel tidying up after himself like that.

Hell, even I didn't make my own bed.

The desk had notebooks and pens scattered about, and didn't look very used.

I wasn't surprised. Axel wasn't known for what was inside his head — just its exterior.

The hamper was overflowing with clothes, and I was kinda scared of the corner of dirty football wear. That had to smell awful.

I appreciated all the tasteful artwork Axel had hanging up. Aside from a wall of athletic medals, he had some absurdly delightful, crude posters of unclothed women posing on cars.

What a friendly sight, I thought dryly. So inviting.

I took a final look around. The TV across the bed, the tissues overflowing in the blue trashcan (we all know what those have been used for *insert crude fapping motions*). Every aspect of his room screamed 'rich teenage boy'.

"Neat room," I said. "How often do you get it cleaned?"

"Huh?" Axel browsed idly on his phone, reclined on his bed. "When my mom nags my dad to make me, I guess." I cocked my head. So Axel did clean his own room? I was mildly surprised.

"I thought you had people to do that?" I questioned. In a house this large, there was no way they didn't have hired help to do that kind of thing. I'd lived as stay-in-help before, back when mother was a live-in doctor a few cities ago.

"What? No, they're not maids," Axel frowned. "They just live here."

"...Right." I acquiesced. But I didn't get it. Who was this 'they'? Everyone else who lived here? Who did that even include? James and Jayy? Van?

There were numerous things for me to overthink. I could tell there were red flags, but I didn't want to be silly. Axel was an idiot, not a criminal. The trivialities of eccentric people with too much money to blow wasn't an interest of mine. 

I took off my shoes, putting them by the door.

I could understand not taking his shoes off at the front door, with how large this place was. But how on earth did Axel just drag his dirty shoes across his bed? I wrinkled my nose thinking of all the germs that must be on there.

That was a filthy habit. He probably had diseases. I despised that.

The floor was heated under my toes. It felt good, so I sat down near the edge of his bed, spreading my legs to absorb more of the heat of the warm floor, and took my textbooks out of my bag, placing them on the floor around me.

"...What are you doing?" Axel asked. He was staring, neck craned to watch me.

"Did you forget why I came here?" I asked lightly, reminding him that we weren't friends.