A Walk Through Hell (Boyxboy)

Chapter 6- Take a Hike

"Are you two fighting?" Laura asked us. I was sitting on the couch with my leg propped up on the couch while Shane tried to itch my dying wrist with a fork for me. Even if he was pissed off at me and refused to kiss me, he still felt it was his duty to heal me. What a saint.

 "No. There's no fighting going on here." Shane muttered. "You have the pouty face on, Shane." I threw my free hand up in the air. "That's what I told him," I agreed. Shane just gave up and pulled the fork out of my cast a little rougher than necessary. I winced a little and pulled my wrist away from him, glaring. "I knew it. You two are fighting. Its probably all of the negative energy Chelsea has put into this environment. I need a new sacred stone for the mantle. Mines getting a bit sad."

 We looked over at the stone that looked more like a dildo than anything and Shane nodded while I frowned. How odd. "You two  need to get out. Go to dinner. Its your last night here, have fun." We both looked sideways at each other and Shane glared. "Not until my boyfriend stops being a dick," He muttered. I only flinched at his words and  crossed my arms over my chest. "Shane-" He shook his head. "No, don't even try I'm so done with you always apologizing for shit you do again and again." His aunt was just watching this. I felt a bit awkward but also heated by his angry words. "I wasn't going to apologize, asshole." He scoffed and stood up. "I'm not going anywhere with him." He mumbled before stomping out of the room.

 "He has a short temper when you've got him real riled up. He's always been that way. One time he even flipped us all off and left the house. His hissy-fits will stop and he'll be back to being in love with you in two licks of a lambs tail." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Two licks of a..."

 "That's not the point, Zander. Whatever you've done is fixable. So fix it. I don't tolerate arguing and bickering and name-calling in my house." I nodded quickly, not wanting to piss her off. "Alright," I muttered. 

 I got up and left the room, following Shane, up the stairs and to the room. He was sitting on the bed, his legs drawn under his chin and his face buried in his knees. "So, I know why you're mad. And I understand. The whole 'Zanders purging again, I'm fucking sick of this because he's going to fucking end up dying and I'll be alone' thing. I understand it. I don't like it either. The puking and the losing weight. But why are you so angry with me? I make mistakes. I'm human. Please stop being so mad at me every time this happens."

 "You know, I adore you. I always day dream. About moving in with you. Waking up every morning to you're beautiful face and kissing you. I think about all the petty fights we'll have and the sex in the kitchen at night. How we'd cuddle on the couch and watch movies together. And I'd cook you dinner every night. I think about that and I'm happy. So utterly happy and warm and everything feels fuzzy. And then I remember that it's you. You who are sad. You who I love with my heart and soul but you hate yourself. And I don't-can't understand because you're so beautiful to me. Everything. Your scars and your tears and your past is mine. And I want it all. You just...seem to want to take that away from me..."

 I sniffled as I tried holding back tears. "No. I'm trying to give you everything in me." He had an incredulous look on his face. "Don't give me that bullshit. You constantly hurt yourself. You have never cared and you're never going to either." I sat on the edge of the bed chewing my lip. "Then what? You don't want me?"

 "I never said that." I frowned. "You implied it." He was silent. He didn't say a thing and I felt the tears flowing from my eyes. "P-please don't b-break up w-with me," I stuttered. "I'm not going to break up with you." Shane sighed. "I-I love you, and I'm never going to want to leave you, Zander. But it's hard. Being with you." I turned to him. He was looking at me sadly. "I'm sorry I'm so difficult. I don't mean to be." He smiled reassuringly. "Hey, you know what?"He muttered. I shrugged. "Lets just forget about that stupid argument. I want to have fun the last day we're here." That seemed more than okay with me. So long as we didn't fight. So, I nodded.

 ***

"I don't think this is fun," I complained. His idea of fun was forcing the household to go hiking. His aunt was of course all over the idea, and Chelsea didn't even come due to her baby. So it was Shane, his aunt, Rory, and I. "Oh cheer up, kido. Its not all that bad." Rory wasn't the fittest guy, I had to admit. There were sweat patches under his arms, and all down his back. I, on the other hand was out of breath and panting. Not completely to the profusely sweating part. But with every upward step I took, I could feel it.

 Shane and his aunt were more than twelve feet away from us, and I felt as if I were dying. I didn’t want to call out to Shane, because he looked to be enjoying himself, with his backpack on and his ugly baseball cap, matting his hair to his head. I loved how care free he was, so I stepped it up and got on with it. I didn’t want to be the one to burst his bubble. I’d leave it to Rory, because he was hanging on by a thread, even if his face said happy.

 I didn’t even know where the hell we were hiking to. It was just a forest on a huge hill with a bunch of ingrown blackberry bushes and too many thin trees blocking old trails. Twice I’d almost tripped on a root that seemed to be coming from nowhere. I loved nature but there was a time I drew the line. I’d have to put my foot down next time Shane got a brilliant idea to go for a walk in the middle of god damned nowhere. Even though his face got all pouty and the smile on his face when I’d told him I’d do it was priceless. I couldn’t take this. Well, I’m saying that now.

 Shane turned and sighed, tapping his aunt on the shoulder; she turned with her hands on her hips, rolling her eyes. “Would you two hurry up? It’s like running a rely with a tortoise,” I shook my head but really tried to exert myself. Shane frowned and started making his way down to me. We met and he took my hand. “Hey, sorry about leaving you behind, but I just love this. Fresh air.” I smiled at him. Or at least tried to. “Just promise me we’ll stop soon and you’ll give me water and I’ll forgive you.” He chuckled, plopping a wet kiss on my forehead and reaching into his side pocket taking out a bottle of water. I took it gratefully and gulped it down. It helped a little bit, and soon we were walking again, hand in hand.

 When we did stop, a couple miles later, it was in a meadow, a little ways away from the forest. Laura called her friend to start driving to come and get us, not thinking Rory could make it back down, as he was lying in the grass, face down moaning and groaning. I smiled at this little group. I loved his family. They made me feel at home somehow. Shane somehow got a granola bar in me, and soon we were off to the jeep, that was crowded once we were all in. Laura’s friend seemed to have forgotten that there were four of us, because he brought his daughter along. She was about my age, with shiny brown hair; she was twisted in her seat to get a better look at the lot of us. "How was the hike?” She asked Shane. I knew the question was directed at Shane because Rory was practically sleeping with his eyes open, and why the hell would she be talking to me? “It was amazing. Do you go hiking?” He asked her? She laughed. “Yep. I also hunt, do you?” He shook his head. “No, I’m not handy with guns.” He muttered. She giggled and bit her lip. Shane grabbed my hand and rubbed circles into the back of my hand with his thumb. It felt so good; I leaned my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes. This was bliss. I could imagine doing this annually with his family. I could picture him rubbing circles into my wrinkles hand when we were 80. I could picture our life together so clearly, I could practically taste it. “So, whose you’re friend?” She asked. I opened my eyes to look at her. She was looking at me, her eyes sparkling. “This is Zander, my boyfriend.”

 “Well, hi Zander.” I smiled warmly at her. At least she was a lot nicer than Chelsea. “How long have you been together?” She asked. Shane smiled. “I don’t remember,” He muttered, frowning. I looked up at him. “5,” I mumbled. He looked down at me. “What?” He asked. “5 months. It’s been 5 months.” He smiled at me lovingly, and even though I knew everyone was basically listening and watching, I got a stupid goofy grin on my face. “That’s not a very long time.” Shane shrugged. “We’ve got the rest of our lives,” He muttered, completely comfortable with saying that. It made my heart skip a beat. “Aww,” She cooed, smiling hugely.

 I squeezed his hand and kissed his shoulder lightly before closing my eyes again, just content with spending this time in this cramped jeep with his family. And maybe someday, my family.

~ No more drama for now. wow I barely have reads on this and I was trying to hold out for more but I apparently am not going to get that. ugh.

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