Chasing Suicide (BXB)

Chapter Fiveღ

We both walked home without saying anything. Which was rare for me, but I had nothing to say. As I was in the shower I tried to think straight but I couldn't because my mind was still somewhere else.

I kept thinking about Aster, and how he said he was numb. I kept thinking about why he might feel like that. He was an orphan but he had foster families right? Didn't he care for them? At all?

And worst of all I kept thinking about that kiss. I touched my lips with my finger.

They still stung. Why did he have to kiss me? It's not like I could be mad about it. I wasn't mad.

Sure, he may have been numb, but I definitely wasn't.

For some reason his kiss was different than all the other kisses I had shared. It was sweet and cold... But warm at the same time. I still felt it linger on my lips. I didn't even dare look down to see if it excited me. I knew I shouldn't be thinking like that, but it's not like I could help it much. I turned the water all the way to cold and froze away the feelings.

After I got out, I grabbed a towel and tied it around my waist. Then, since I was freezing, I grabbed another towel and hung it around my shoulders.

I looked around. Oh hey, another towel. I grabbed it and tried to tie it around my head. I was halfway successful but somehow it turned out crooked and more like a blob. How do girls do this kind of nonsense?

I walked out of the bathroom and into my room to change and Aster was sitting on the bed reading something.

Oh, so he liked reading?

He flipped a page and I heard him mutter, "Fail."

I turned to him awkwardly in all of my towel mess. "I'm guessing that was directed towards the towel on my head, in which case I'd like to see you try better."

I left out the fact that I was wearing all of these towels because of him anyways. Well, partly him. His kiss made me excited, which made me need a cold shower. Or else I would have to do very awkward things in the house. While he was there. And that would just be wrong.

"Sure." he got up, placed what looked like a magazine down, and walked into the bathroom.

About 3 minutes later I heard the shower water running again and a little yelp. "Why is it so cold?!"

Aww he yelled. How cute.

Then I realize his question and a blush covered to my face. "Uhhh, no reason. I just like cold showers."

Aster ignored me, as always.

Slowly, I took off my three towels and got into some boxers, then I went to lay down on my couch. I wrapped a blanket around my shoulders still feeling cold.

I heard the door to the bathroom fling open, and out walked a shivering Aster. His hair now looked black from being soaking wet and he had just a towel around his waist.

He was clenching his arms to his chest.

"I'm guessing you don't know how to turn it to hot?" I coughed, trying to conceal my snarky laugh.

Instead of answering he just muttered, "Gi-v-v," his teeth chattered, "Give me t-t-the t-t-towel."

I glanced to my side and saw that he was going to try and prove me wrong.

Fine by me, nothing wrong with watching him struggle a bit.

I reached over, without getting out of the blankets,  picked it up and threw it at him.

It landed on his face and he tumbled back onto the bed. He groaned, got up, and grabbed the towel. As he was putting it on his head, I let my eyes trail down his body. The towel on his waist was low, exposing his slender torso. And when I traced it up with my eyes, I saw a thin but long scar running from under the towel up his side.