Obsession, Wanting you (BoyxBoy) [ON HOLD]

chapter 3: Vivian

"Vivian, you need to knock before you just walk into my house," I snapped, racing down the stairs. Luckily, I was just in time to shove her back out the door. She gave me an annoyed look, then flicked her blond hair out of her pretty face.

"Listen, this is not a good time," I grumbled awkwardly.

I thought of Michael showering just upstairs and how it might set off her endless suspicions. She was popping and smacking on a piece of peppermint gum, I could smell the intense flavor in the air around her.

She eyed me up and down before she narrowed her eyes like a frisky a cat. Her full and soft lips clamped together into a tight, mean, sarcastic pout.

"Who is in there?" she asked quickly. Her eyes began to search back and forth as if she were trying to see past me and right into my house.

"Viv, stop!" I blocked her view as much as possible. She knew that when I used her nickname she was really pissing me off.

"Baby…" she whined in only a way that she could. It made me want to pull the hair out of my freaking head. She bounced forward and I caught a glimpse of her pale yellow panties underneath her short little cheerleading outfit. My light brown eyes landed on her dark blue-green ones and she smiled, but it was a cold, cynical, scary, smile.

"Let me in," she demanded.

I tensed up and made myself as solid as a rock.

"No" I said simply.

Her mouth fell halfway open, and I got a peek inside to see a white piece of crumpled up gum resting softly on her little pink tongue.

"Why the hell not?!" she asked in a loud obnoxious voice.

I could see her skin flushing red with anger.

"Can't you take no for an answer?" I shouted at her face.

Her teeth clinched while she looked up at the bright Arizona sun. It was beaming down on her now, and the air was hot and still. Nothing seemed to be moving in my small peaceful neighborhood. It was as if everything and everyone was hiding from the intense heat.

I sighed and turned my gaze back to her.

"Go home," I ordered her this time.

She turned her beautiful, heart shaped, face back to me and frowned.

"Who is she?" Vivian shouted.

My eyes widened as she began to try and push past me and into my house. I didn't want to hurt her but she was getting on my last nerve. She was slippery and flexible, like a cheerleader should be. She popped free of my grasp and ended up right in the house, where she wanted to be.

"Fuck!" I shouted at her in frustration.

She smiled at me in triumph and wagged her tongue in my face.

"Feels good in here," she said with a small little laugh. She was still giddy from her victory. She let out a deep breath and swiped some of the sweat from her forehead. I wanted to yell at her to leave, but I knew she wouldn't listen to a thing I said. I felt helpless and annoyed at the same time.

"Is that the shower I hear?" she questioned. I felt the worried look cross my face and that only fueled her desire to be nosey.

"I knew it, you lying, cheating, scum bag!" Her hair seemed wild now, and she wasn't pretty anymore with her mouth all pressed together and her face lined with wrinkles of anger.

I opened my mouth, but no explanation came out. She turned away from me and began to run up the stairs. I followed after her, not knowing what I was going to do. I couldn't stop her without hurting her. Knowing Vivian, she would go crazy about it and tell everyone that I was a freaking women beater if I even looked at her too hard.

"Give a guy an inch, and he cheats on you right behind your freaking back!" She stopped once she got to the bathroom door and gave me a look of pure disgust.

"I hope she's worth it," Vivian claimed with a sad shake of her head.

I was ready to yank her away, she was pissing me off, when she turned and shoved the door open. I heard a horrible cry, and the hard painful thud of Michael crashing to the floor. I rushed into the bathroom and a steamy hot cloud of moist air smacked me right in the face. The smell of soap was so strong that I could taste it on my tongue. Vivian stared wide eyed in shock.

"Look what you've done, you startled him!" I yelled at her.

I gazed down at Michael. His small delicate body covered in bruises. He lay at the bottom of the tub, curled up in pain not even trying to cover his nakedness. He was softly sobbing and letting out tiny sounds of anguish. His eyes were clinched shut as if he were trying to squeeze the pain away.

"Just get the fuck out!" I yelled at her. I turned to her and a look of fear was stretched across her sweet features. She just stood there, watching me, as if she couldn't understand English.

I didn't have time to shoo her away. I shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and then wrapped Michael in it. I carried him bridal style out of the bathroom and Vivian followed closely behind us, like an annoying fly.

Michael was whimpering by now and I could feel a knot forming in my throat. When I finally made it to my bedroom, I gently placed Michael down on the bed. He looked so small, bundled up in my towel. His long curly brown hair clung to his face and all over his shoulders. I could tell it was making him uncomfortable, so I reached down and brushed the loose strands off his face and shoulders and draped the mass of hair on the pillow behind him.

Vivian wasn't shocked anymore. She looked defeated, with her hair all fuzzy from the bathroom mist, her shoulders stooped.

"I thought you were cheating on me," she whimpered as tears began to fall down her soft face.

I didn't say anything. I just sat on the bed next to Michael, who was gazing up at me with his large  green eyes.

She sat down on the bed as well and sighed.

"If you're not cheating on me, tell me what's going on then," she begged.

I didn't know where to start...