The Men In Blue (TTM#2, boyxboy)

Chapter 8 - Love Is Everything

[Photo: Louvinnia Courtney. Video: Something Wild - Lindsey Stirling Ft. McMahon]

I sat on my bed for a couple of minutes, watching the sleeping boy on the other side of the room, comfortably wrapped in the comforter, loud snores coming from his ajar mouth. I rest my chin on the palm of my hand, thinking about how after almost one year of being best friends, Leo hasn't really opened up that much to me. He's not one to talk about emotions nor problems, yes he'd come to me to rant about something that has pissed him off that day, but he's never needed me to listen to him talk about emotions, about feelings.

He's never needed me to just be there with him. I've never seen him cry, but I've seen him be upset, refusing my offer to help him, or the countless times I've asked him if he wanted to talk about it. The answer remained the same, no. He didn't want to talk about it, he always told me he'll just sleep it off, that he'll be alright in the morning.

I know for a fact that the happiest people you see are actually the saddest. WIth Leo, the boy you'd think would have such a smooth, flawless life, might actually fall under this category. Refusing to talk about things that the majority would consider "emasculating" is his way of telling me that there still a wall between us, that a boundary still lies despite the time we've known each other. 

Even though I didn't mind, I sure hope one of these days, he'd see that there's no harm in seeking comfort in someone else, that crying on your best friend's shoulder doesn't make you any less of a man. 

In an oversized shirt and my boxers, I decided to make breakfast for Leo and I to kind of return the favor of him taking me out to dinner. Making sure not to burn the small piece of butter I've just placed in the pan, I carefully place the sandwich on the pan, turning the heat down. I head over to the bedroom to close the door since I wanted to play some music as I cooked. 

Connecting my phone to the Bluetooth speaker, I played some jams to start off my morning well since good mornings come by rarely. With the beginning guitar solo from This Girl by The Kungs Vs.Cookin' on 3 Burners, the pop-retro song was already irresistibly mood-lifting.

I head back in our little kitchen to the flip the sandwich over, where there was a knock at our door the moment I did so. 

Walking over to the door, I open it, not really thinking about what I was wearing. Luckily, it was someone I knew very well. 

"Hey, Lou!" I smile.

The girl, dressed casually in a plain white shirt and sweatpants, pulls me in for a hug. Even though Lou and I rarely see each other, we make an effort to keep the sisterhood alive by meeting up as we gossip about all the shit that has happened since the last time we saw each other. Yes, she considers me a sister, and even though it took a little while for me to get used to that idea, I'm very much comfortable with it now. 

"You already know what apartment we're in, huh?" I say, closing the door for her as she gets in. "Stalker much?" 

"I have it written down on my phone in case I needed to drop by." She winks, having a seat on the couch. I've already opened the blinds of our large glass window, letting the sun seep into the place as our morning begins, allowing a great view of the waking up city for us.

"So, what's up? You want me to make you breakfast?" I ask, checking on my sandwich. 

"I'm good, I just ate." She answers, stretching her arms out. "I just wanted to stop by to see how you're doing. I heard you took Fetcher's exam a few days ago. How did it go?" 

I sigh, thinking about the moment I did not really consider as successful, but rather satisfactory. "It went alright, I guess. I didn't mess up my third-position notes, so that was a plus."