You Were Mine

You're Possessive I See

Justin woke like he was hooked up the mains. No sleepiness, no slow warming up. Within seconds of realizing he was conscious, he was thinking of Tristan. The room didn't smell like his musky scent and any of that scent that lingered on Justin, had left. Conner shouting from the lounge shook him back into reality, the reality being that it was 8pm and he'd completely fucked up his sleeping pattern. His eyes flickered open and shut, his eyelashes faintly batting against his lids when he blinked. He lay for a few minutes, debating whether or not he should get up. His muscles felt weak, just like his energy. He let out an exasperated sigh, groaning as he rolled off of the messy, wrinkled bed he had been occupying. He didn't want to leave his room and sit with Conner. He wanted to be with Tristan, the heat of the room making him blush, the touch of Tristan's soft skin making him wriggle. But no, Tristan was back home and Justin was stuck here.

"I've made food! Come on!" Conner shouted and Justin unlocked his door, padding down the hall to the kitchen, met with the aroma of Italian cuisine.

The two of them sat at the breakfast bar, Conner sliding a plate piled high with pasta and a rich , proud of his creation.

"How was your day?" Conner turned to Justin, his mousey brown hair dropping in front of his eyes.

Justin looked down, twirling his fork in his pasta, cheeks burning a bright red. Oh, how he'd love to turn to Conner and tell him that he had an incredible day. He wanted to tell Conner how he went to this beautiful, majestic forest with the most enchanting Black-haired boy. He'd love to tell Conner how they kissed so passionately in the rain, ran home and had steamy just metres away from where they were currently sat. But he refrained.

"It was nice, Tristan took me to this cool forest, it was chilled out," Justin smiled weakly, his mind whirring with how incredible the forest was, not cool, incredible. It wasn't chilled, it was heated and full of passion.

"Oh! You must be special, he hardly takes anyone there y'know. I think he took Brittany, his girlfriend a few weeks ago for their year anniversary. So cute, she loved it." Conner chatted away, cramming pasta into his mouth, completely ignoring the blood draining from Justin's face.

Justin sat and stared as if Conner had just produced a rhinoceros from his pocket. He could just feel the sparks in his brain, desperately trying to the dots and instead just causing a short circuit. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His heart was beating but his chest felt perfectly hollow like all his internal organs had suddenly left, but his stomach still there, a disgustingly sick feeling arising in him.

"His- His girlfriend?" Justin choked out, coughing to disguise his shock.

"Yes! Brittany, she's not in town much since she's an actress, but she's super lovely." Coner nodded reassuringly, but Justin's face was still white as a sheet of paper.

"Oh. He never told me about a girlfriend you see." Justin pushed the plate of pasta away, the smell making him feel nauseous.

"Well, it doesn't make any difference so It probably just didn't come up," Conner, literally licking his plate clean.

"Yeah. I'm too tired to finish Conner, can you put it in the fridge for tomorrow, thanks, though. I'm gonna go back to sleep." Justin forced a smile and tucked his chair in, patting Conneron the back and shakily walking back to his room.

He fell onto the bed, eyes focused on the ceiling. One time when he'd gone hunting with his father, he was in a blind in a tree, waiting motionless for game to wonder by, and he dozed off and fell ten feet to the ground, landing on his back. It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from his lungs, and he lay there struggling to inhale, to exhale, to do anything.