Try Me

8

Dominic's POV

I open my eyes, seeing the light shine through the window.

I felt well rested.

Sitting up, I checked my temperature, which was normal.

I smiled, and looked next to me at the table next to the couch, and saw a half eaten orange and raspberry cake.

My eyes widened, and I remembered what had happened yesterday.

I got up and headed toward the bathroom, taking a quick shower, and then headed toward my dresser, getting on a pale blue tee and adidas shorts, and fresh vans.

Putting the three neon clips I got from my cousin Eli into my hair, I smiled at myself. 

I walked toward Andrew's room, and walked into his apartment, which the door was surprisingly open.

Looking in, my eyes widened to see him sprawled on the floor with a bloody fist.

I ran over to him and kneeled over him, taking his wrist softly.

I looked around the room and crawled toward the closest drawer, and pulled it open, finding a soft cloth.

I wrapped the cloth around Andrew's tiny hand, and lifted him into my arms, carrying him over to the couch.

I sat down on the couch, and stared at Andrew's sleeping face.

His eyes were closed peacefully, but his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

His cheeks were a little pink, and his lips a little parted.

I smiled and reached up, running a finger against his bottom lip.

He looked so calm and vulnerable.

I sigh softly.

I can't stand it anymore.... I just have to....

I lean in, our faces inching closer.

Right when my lips were about to touch his, Andrew's eyes fluttered open.

Andrew POV

I see Dominic less than an inch away, My eyes widen as I see what he is about to do.

"WHAT THE HECK?!"

I say pushing him off me, huge mistake..I forgot about my broken hand.

I winced and tumbled onto the floor.

I pant as I struggle to give up.

Dominic tries to help me, but I push him away.

"I AM FINE!"

I say making it the the sink, I wash off the extra blood and what not.

Then it got in an even worse state, I squeezed my eyes closed.

"Fudge this fucking hurts."

Dominic followed me, he looked really worried and concerned.

We go into the elevator.

"Where are you going?" Dominic asks.

"School.."

"YOU ARE NOT SERIOUS and anyways you forgot your backpack."

Oh yeah i did forget my backpack...

I was about to push the button to go back.

Instead Dominic grabs my hand and holds it, as well as my other.

I struggle to get out of his grasp.

"Man...wish you wouldn't do that.." he whispers.

He then grabs me bridal style and then run out of the apartments.

He runs down the street carrying a screaming and kicking me.

He bursts into the nearest doctor.

"Help my friend, Andrew Evan hurt his hand...i think it's broken."

I roll my eyes, My dad then sees me and snatches me up taking me into a room.

"Son..Did you get angry again?"

I paused before nodding yes.

He does whatever doctors to mend a broken hand and what not.

He and Dominic introduce themselves.

My dad then turns serious, all smiles gone.

"So DOMINIC if you are JUST a friend, why were you carrying him like that?"

"DAAD!! What the hell?!"

My dad shoots me a 'be quiet we are having a really important convo right now so shut up.'

I sink into the chair and watched to see what Dominic would do.

I see a light red cover his cheeks, he smiles.

"Well sir, He didn't want to come here...so I had no choice."

I smirked...He was struggling. Haha so he did have a weak spot after all.

"Why THAT position of all positions?"

My dad asked.

"Anyways Mr.Kelly...you seemed as though you were ENJOYING it."

Dominic's face turned pale, he laughed nervously.

"S-s-s-sir what are you implying?"

"Do I have to spell it out?"

"Ok you two gay thinkers, My hand is hurting..DAD why are you even thinking like that..are you that protective?"

"Well I am better than your mom."

"True she would have Dominic in a headlock right now."

I said looking up thoughtfully.

My dad and I started to laugh, Dominic looked creeped out a little bit.

"Thanks dad!! Can I have a pass for school and one for Dominic?"

My dad nodded giving us both a doctor's note.

After getting our backpacks, Dominic and I started heading for school.