His Help (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 12

The party seemed to be coming to a end as my phone told me it was officially Sunday.

The thoughts of that kiss racing in my head from just a couple hours ago, the way he had kissed me like I would shatter if he was too rough and the way that everything seemed to disappear when he did. I don't think I would ever forget something as amazing as that.

I'd been daydreaming about it for almost the entire time I'd been here to be honest with you.

Although after the game had finished he had practically vanished and not left a single trace as to where he had gone and I was slightly worried that maybe I had scared him and he had left or maybe worse. For all I knew he could be upstairs kissing and doing.... Other stuff with some random chick.

I felt like vomiting at the thought.

I'd been camped out on this couch for a while, watching different people pass me by and sometimes shifting uncomfortably as a couple sat next to me. I hadn't seen Caspar in at least a hour and I was beginning to worry that I'd find pieces of his body in the backyard and I'd have to be some sort of witness in one of those reality cop shows or something.

I got up from the couch to go see if I could find him, nervously passing teens who were trying to hit on the college kids.

I started my search in the kitchen where I wasn't surprised to see a group of drunk kids surrounding the alcohol but I was rather shocked to see that Caspar was with them, completely drunk.

Now Caspar wasn't usually one for alcohol so this threw me off. Is he trying to forget about the kiss?

I frowned slightly and watched him from a distance as he talked with the other teens. Maybe he was homophobic and the thought of kissing me actually disgusted him, but he had kissed me right? What if I had ruined our friendship now? My stomach started doing flips and I began to back away from the entry of the kitchen in denial, accidentally bumping into someone who pushed me back towards the kitchen in annoyance.

When he saw me his face lit up and he quickly stumbled towards me and swung a arm around me. "Guys thhis is my best friend. He is great, he's just great. Great Gavin." He slurred as he introduced me to his posse.

Looks like I was worrying about nothing, or at least I hoped I was worrying about nothing. He could wake up tomorrow and avoid me like the plague if he wanted to and if I told him I was gay after something like this then he would probably guess that I liked him. Stop it Gavin, there's no need to think about all these depressing thoughts.

I sighed and turned my attention to Caspar's group of friends, taking in their appearances and seeing how drunk all of them actually were. I noticed most of them looked like stoners and I wasn't exactly sure that Caspar should be hanging out with these guys.

All the guys looked drunk, well, except for the guy sitting on the counter with his head resting against a cupboard but I'm pretty sure he was passed out.

"Gavin this is Jerald and Fred and I forgot that guys name." He said pointing to three of the five guys, (including the passed out dude), "Gavin do you know why butterflies fly?" Caspar asked me like this thought had just come to his mind. "No Caspar I don't know." I said rather unamused. This guy was supposed to have been my ride home.

"Somebody told me that they fly because of magic." He said as I raised a eyebrow. "Do yuuu like sandwiches?" Caspar asked suddenly as I sighed, finding a glass and filling it with water. "Drink this." I said as I held out the glass to him. "Not until you answer my question." He said looking at me with that curious look of his.