Breaking Them Up (BoyxBoy) (On Hold Forever)

Keeping Us Together :::1:::

*Damien’s POV*

　

It’s me and Kyle, my boyfriends, one year anniversary as of this morning. Unlike most couples, I didn’t wake up to flowers, or a home made breakfast. I didn’t even wake up to a kiss and an ‘I love you’. What did I wake up to? My ex best friend Seth’s naked body spooning my own.

Yeah. And that’s not even the worst of it.

I sit up, the blanket falling down and exposing my skin to the morning air, goosebumps rising across my body. This was bad. Very very bad. I had to get out of here. Before the intensity of what I’d done kicks in, before Seth wakes up. Before Kyle tries to come over to my house.

I throw the covers off me and scramble to grab each article of my clothing, putting it all on in a frenzied rush. Seth stirs a few times, making my heart hammer in my chest. I couldn’t deal with him now, not when I was already having such a hard time dealing with myself.

Hips aching in a farmilliar way, I scramble out of his room, shutting the door with extream cation behind me. I take the stairs two at a time-feeling a sting in my heart as I do, because that was mine and darcy’s thing and in a way I’d just betrayed her-and am almost home free when a voice stops me.

“Damien honey, you leaving already?” I freeze, hairs on my neck rising, but its only Seth’s mother.

“Yeah… I umm… have homework” I couldn’t do this right now, not when my jaw ached from being clenched so tightly and my eyes hurt from fighting off tears. I didn’t want to deal with Seth’s mother who favoured me most out of all Seth’s friends, see her smile, happy to see me after all this time, not having any idea how much I’d just messed up.

“Oh, but its been such a long time since Seth’s had you over. I think he missed you” she says sadly.

“Sorry Mrs. G” my stomach is turning-he hadn’t missed me, he’d missed my sister. “I have to go”

I hurry out the door before she can add onto my already unbearable guilt. Kyle. Kyle, my boyfriend, who wasn’t all that sweet but understood me. Kyle who’d put up with my love for the boy I’d just betrayed him with, Kyle, the first person I really admitted I was gay to.

By the time I get home, I just want to break down on my bed and sob uncontrollably. My karma is probably

the reason I’m stopped yet again-this time by my dad, who was more like a designated guardian then a father. Ever since my sister died of cancer three years ago, I had no family.

“Hey” he looks mildly pissed. That probably has to do with the fact I hadn’t come home last night and hadn’t called home “Where do you think you’re going? We need to talk”

The first tear that’s to stubborn to hold back drips out. It slids halfway down my cheek before I swipe it away. My dad’s fallen silent, staring at the wet stain on my face. He stays that way for a moment, then like we’ve come to an agreement, he slowly nods, dismissing me.

“Thanks” the word comes out more like a sob.

I take the stairs two at a time, and on impulse fling myself into Darcy’s room, on Darcy’s bed. I don’t click the lights on, just bury my face in her comforter, letting the tears fall freely. “I’m sorry” the words are twisted with pain, but sincire “Oh god, Kyle, I’m so sorry”

The more I cry, the more I’m less sorry for myself and more sorry for Kyle and my sister. I’d betrayed them both… I hadn’t deserved either of them. Part of me feels fueled with poiuntless anger at Seth-but even though I was drunk, it had still been my choice to go home with him…

And I’d thought I was so over him….

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After a long hard day of not responding to my boyfriends annoyed texts, I should have been more cautious to leave the house, no matter how much I wanted fresh air and a walk. Why? Because as I’ve learned throughout the course of our relationship, Kyle’s not against kidnapping.

“What’s wrong with you?!” I complain, once I’ve adjusted to being plucked off the side of the road and into the black Hummer. Kyle sits across from me, looking an odd combination of pissed off and remorseful. His jaws are set but his eyes are meeting mine with the sulky look of an pet dog who knows its in trouble.

“I’m not the one who turned my phone off” the car smoothly pulls into a random driveway, using it to turn around and loop back towards Kyle’s house. There soundproof glass separating us and the driver, which means Kyle probably wants to talk.

“Now” he fixed me with a look “What do you know?”

“…….What?” I feel my heart swell. Was this some kind of reverse psychology thing? Had he found out about what I did somehow?! My stomach drops. No. there was no way he knew. Only me and Seth knew and Seth wouldn’t tell… Seth probably felt just as bad about it….

Right?

“Don’t play dumb to make me feel guilty.” his teeth clench “I feel bad enough already, but you have to understand that I had things under control and it’s probably not what you think it is. So, please, for once in our relationship make things easy and tell me what you know” was Kyle… begging?

What the hell was going on…?

“You’re…” I frown at him, trying to figure out my words “Hiding something from me?”

The car pulls to a stop in his driveway but neither of us make a move to get out. Our eyes have looked and we seem to be communicating in a very strange way, the smallest movement of muscle in our face an indication of our emotion. “You…. Know nothing…?” he makes the statement a question at the very last moment.

I stare him down. So, we both had secrets did we? “No.”

“In that case…..just kidding!” he puts on a smile that was to broad to be real for him, leans forward and kisses my cheek “Happy anniversary!” I stare at him. He avoids my gaze, opening the door and holding it for me, a fake look of happiness painted on.

A year later and that boy is still a mystery.

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*Authors note deleted. tired of getting spammed for being angry*