So this is what it's like to love you (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 4

Kalil’s POV

As I wandered into my room and gently closed my door my brain was processing what Cyrus had said to me only minutes ago.



Him getting bullied, Dylan forcing a kiss onto him and the fact that he liked someone who he could never be with… I wonder who it is. I stared down at the carpet in thought trying to find an answer or clue to any of the questions that kept popping up into my head.



Why was he getting bullied?

Why did Dylan kiss him against his will?

Did Dylan like him?

Did Cyrus even swing that way?

Who is it that Cyrus likes?



I let the questions swirl around in my brain before I got sick of the curiosity and I shut them away into the back of my mind and I got up and proceeded to put all my new clothes away. I looked over the clothes as I hung them up or folded them and I realised that my wardrobe was obsessively organised in its categories, there was a corner for school clothes then for jackets and so on, my shoes of course were on the floor under each section of clothing that they belonged too.



I walked out when I was done and I decided to watch some TV and I turned it on, Heh turned it on I need to seriously get my mind out of the gutter, and I flicked through the channels until I found an old show I used to watch until they took it off and I forgot all about it. I must’ve fell asleep because I looked outside and the sun was almost gone completely leaving a dark starry sky in its absence and my TV show was long over. I got up and yawned while I stretched my arms and back, I turned the TV off and walked towards my door and as I reached out to grab the handle I shivered and shrank back from it getting a bad vibe.



I pushed the feeling aside and opened my door. I looked down the hallway as if I was sneaking out and saw that it was eerily quiet, I walked out of my doorway and walked quietly down the hallway towards the stairs and I crept down them slowly one at a time. I stood at the bottom of the stairs my hand gripping tightly to the railing and I looked around the dining room to see it was very much empty and untouched from when Cyrus and I were down here.



I looked into the kitchen hoping to find any trace of Jane but found none and I sighed wondering if I was all alone here. I walked quickly into the living room hoping they would at least be in here but found it cold and empty, I walked out and went through some of the other rooms like the game room and the family room which consisted of a grand piano, a small cinema set up and various types of furniture such as bean bags, couches and sofas.



I found every room on the ground floor to be empty as the next and I trudged back up the stairs and looked into any room that was open and knocked on every door that was closed and stupidly I hadn’t even realised that I had knocked on my own and I shook my head blaming it on loneliness.



I was alone and I hated it, I walked over to my window and leaned my head on it feeling the cold glass against my forehead and I closed my eyes relishing in the feeling of it. I opened my eyes after about five minutes and saw a light turn on in next doors backyard and the back door opened and an elderly woman came out and walked slowly up to the tree, she stood there for two minutes or less and then she slowly lifted her hand up and she placed her palm against the trees trunk and she seemed to be thinking of something staying in that pose.