A Heart Filled With Hate

1

Chris' pov

"Come on. It'll be okay." I heard my sister say from the kitchen. I was sitting on the couch in the living room watching Fuller House.
"Could we do this another time?" A light yet raspy voice asked.
"It'll be fine. He's cool." Ash said quietly. The other person sighed before I heard their foot steps approach me.
"Chris, this is my boyfriend." She said from behind me. I turned to see a tall guy with black hair. His ears were stretched and he had a couple of facial piercing. His mouth was open slightly in surprise as he looked me up and down. I could see why. We looked incredibly similar but not exactly twins.
"Hi, uh, I'm Mike." He said as his face turned a light shade of pink. I stood up slowly so I could face him. The blanket that was wrapped around me fell to my feet, leaving me in the cold stagnant air.
"I'm Chris, Ash's older brother." I said slowly as I took in his aura. His face turned more red as I saw him checking out the tattoos across my body.
"It's, uh, nice to meet you." He stuttered as he continued to scan my body. His eyes stopped when they hit the waistband of my boxers that were sticking out slightly from my tight jeans.
"Same to you." I said as I turned off the tv.
"I'll be upstairs if you guys need anything." I said as I stated towards the stairs.
"Actually, I have to go to Kylie's to help her with something. I thought that you could make some dinner for Mike and yourself and get to know each other." Ash suggested as she clung to her boyfriend's arm. I sighed deeply as Mike shifted in the uncomfortable situation.
"Fine." I agreeded as I walked over to my sister and her man piece.
"Yay, thank you. Love you both, bye." Ash yelled as she ran away from the both of us and I could hear her slam the door to the garage. Mike and I stood there awkwardly until I heard her pull away.
"If you're uncomfortable then you can go home." I stated as I watched Mike look around, trying to diffuse the situation.
"You're welcome to stay, but you look like you really want to be anywhere but here." I added before starting towards the stairs.
"I'd like to stay. Just incase Ash comes back early." Mike said nervously.
"Yup. Come with me." I said as I started up the stairs. I could hear him sigh as he followed me.

"So how did you end up with such a demon like Ash?" I asked as I pulled a sweatshirt over my head. Mike was standing outside my room awkwardly.
"Come in. Relax a bit." I said as he shifted around. He took a step into my room as he looked around at all the band flags and posters. He did a double take to the rainbow flag and BlackCraft Cult flag. I could see him swallow heavy as I sat on my bed.
"Calm down. I'm not going to rape you and then sacrifice you." I said with a sassy edge. He slowly came to sit by me as he played with his sweater sleeves. I could see his protruding collarbone at the edge of the wide necked garment.
"So how did you end up hell bound to my sister?" I asked again as he fidgeted.
"Honestly...I was at a party and she was drunk and she kinda forced herself on me." He said with a hard swallow.
"Like she raped you?" I asked with a more serious tone.
"No...she was hanging all over me and trying to force me to...ya know." He said. I took into account his cute refusal to say 'sex'.
"Okay. She can be kind of...insane and pushy at times. I seriously wish you luck dude." I said got up and walked to the door.
"Thanks. She's not too bad. She's just obsessive and kind of superficial." Mike said carefully as he followed me back down stairs.
"Do you two even talk?" I asked as I went into the kitchen.
"A little. She talks most of the time. I listen. But I don't mind it." The timid boy said.
"Don't let her push you. If she does anything you don't want her to do then just tell me. I'll bitch her out." I said as I opened the fridge. I grabbed a bottle of water and set it on the counter for Mike as I grabbed another bottle for myself.
"Thanks. I expected you to give me the whole lecture on how to treat a girl. I'm really surprised you're siding with me." He said as he opened the bottle and took a little sip.
"Not stereotyping here but, in every experience I've had with a girl, they're always bitches. I don't know if that's because I'm an ass hole or if it's the gay thing but women can really get on my nerves." I said as I hopped onto the countertop. Mike respectfully took a seat at one of the tall chairs that was situated on the raised part of the island.
"You're um..." Mike trailed off as he nervously glanced between me and the countertop in front of him.
"Are you homophobic?" I asked with a bit of intimidation.
"No no. I just. I didn't expect a guy like you to be interested in other guys. I'm bi." Mike said as he refused to make eye contact with me. I slipped off the counter before leaning on the island across from him.
"And what exactly is a guy like me, like?" I asked as I leaned towards him. A heavy blush set into Mike's cheeks as I inched closer to him.
"Uh, um." He stuttered as he leaned back in his seat. I squinted slightly as I stared into his eyes.
"Hot." He said as he got up and walked out of the room.