Alley Boy (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2

Jude's POV

He looks so cute and peaceful when he is sleeping. Believe me when I say I feel like a total creep right now, but I just can't help it. He looks just like a fluffy little white-haired kitten. He twitches a little as he lays there and his tiny hands are tucked next to his mouth. I reached out and gently moved the hair that had fallen in front of his face before checking to make sure he was breathing. I've been doing that for the past twenty minutes but I can't help but be paranoid.

He was defiantly warmer, that was for sure. He still had a bit of a cold fever but Richard said that was normal, so I guess I shouldn't worry too much.

I really didn't want to wake him but I really wanted him to eat, poor thing looks starved half to death. I remembered that Rich said to make sure that he eats a lot of warm filling foods, so I warmed up some fresh chicken soup for him. After picking up the now hot soup I hesitantly placed my hand on his upper arm and started to shake him awake a bit.

He mumbled a bit but once he cracked his eyes open he instantly shot back and braced himself in the corner of the couch. He had an absolutely terrified look on his face and I instantly felt guilty. I quickly placed my hands in front of me to show him that I meant no harm and that I didn't mean to scare him.

"Hey, hey no need to be scared. Do you remember what happened? I found you in the alley way, remember? I didn't mean to scare you, I'm Jude. I thought that you might be hungry so I made you some soup, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm sorry." Haylen picked his head up slowly from where it was hiding tightly on his knees and looked at me cautiously. His trembling hands played with the hem of the clearly over sized sweater I had put on him after throwing out his old clothes. before finally opening his mouth to speak.

"T-thank you. For s-saving me... thank you. I-I'm really sorry I fell asleep... I-I didn't meant to, I swear. I'm sorry... I'll just l-leave. I didn't mean to be a b-burden." His voice trembled as he dizzily got up from the couch with his legs shaking slightly, my guess from fear. I quickly shook my head and grabbed his hand before he moved away.

"No, no! Your not being a burden... I'm sorry I scared you. Please don't leave. I know you don't have anywhere to go and I want you to stay here with me for awhile. I'm gonna take care of you, at least until your completely healthy. I promised to keep you safe and I don't want you to go back out there and not have someplace warm to go. Just stay here... Please? I-I made you something to eat. You look starved, so can you please just stay?" He had a shocked and confused look on his face and I could tell he didn't know what he was doing.

"I-I can't... It's too much, I don't want y-your pity. I can f-find somewhere else to go, I don't want to be a burden. You don't want me to stay." his voice was broken and he started to shake again and I quickly started to panic.

"I do want you to stay, I swear. I know you don't know me but I need you to trust me when I say I'm someone who knows all about pity and it is defiantly not what I'm giving you. I know what it's like to have to live on the streets and I don't want to be the one to make you go back. Once your healthy we can talk about finding you somewhere to stay if you want... But right now can you please just stay here? Please?" I pleaded with him in complete desperation and I saw his shaking start to decrease.

"You promise you won't hurt me?" His voice started to tremble and I quickly shook my head in a no fashion.

"No, of course not. I know this is a very strange situation, believe me but I honestly don't wanna have to send you back on the street. I mean you nearly died... Please just... Sit back down and eat? I warmed you up some homemade soup. You'll like it, I promise." He didn't even have to answer as I saw his face soften considerably, I knew he gave in. He hesitantly sat back down on the old worn sofa and I sighed in immediate relief. Thank freaking god. He was sitting cross-legged on the corner of the sofa and I noticed he was still shivering. I had already turned the heater up to a sweating ninety degrees but he still seemed to be chilly. Rich said it was actually a good thing that he was shivering because it meant his body was still functioning the right way. I grabbed he thick blankets that had fallen on the floor and picked them up so I could drape them over his frail frame. He flinched and shook but he still allowed me to put the blanket on, which touched me tremendously.