Stealing Cinder (No Not Cinderella!) (BOYXBOY)

Chapter 13: Meeting Mommy and Liking Manson

Crispin POV

    I’d sent Micah into the bathroom connected to my room so he could take a shower. It’s weird calling him that, I don’t even know if he actually likes it. I heard the shower start and stood up to turn my radio on. After the annoying people shut up they played some music and I danced around the room, excitedly pulling clothes out of my drawers, hoping to find something that would fit Micah. He’s really small and the only clothes I had that he wouldn’t be walking on or falling off were the assortment of rainbow skinny jeans and band tee-shirts that I proudly wore in middle school. He probably didn’t even know what any of the articles of clothing were or meant, so there shouldn’t be too much of an objection.  I changed my own clothes after laying a pair of green skinny jeans and a black Marilyn Manson tee shirt on my bed for Micah. My out fit consisted of black jeans and a plain green shirt. I had just pulled the shirt over my head when the bathroom door slowly squeaked open and Micah poked his head out.

    “Um...sh-should I j-j-just put these cl-clothes back on-n?” he stuttered. I raised my eyebrow at his sudden nervousness,

    “No, I have some clothes out here for you to wear,” I said. “Just come over here I’ll show you”

    He didn’t budge. Rather, he just stared at me hiding his body behind the door.

    “C-can you just-t br-bri-bring them over h-here?” He asked. Again I raised my eye brow suspiciously but gathered the clothes in my arms and carried them to Micah. He reached out one arm and swiftly took the clothes before slamming the door in my face.

    I don’t understand, I mean, he had a towel around his waist and everything, I could see that much, but he still wouldn’t come out of the goddamn bathroom. I sighed and walked over to the radio deciding to turn it off. I wished I didn’t. I could hear Micah sobbing behind the closed bathroom door.

    “Are you okay Micah?” I called. I heard the sniffles stop and Micah clear his throat to compose himself.

    “I’m f-fine, I’ll be out soon,” he said. I rolled my eyes at his pathetic lie but settled down onto my bed, grabbing my remote and turning the tv on so I could play GTA before Megan got home. She doesn’t like the game, she says it’s too violent. I heard the door squeak open again and spun my head around to watch Micah come out of the bathroom with my old clothes on.

    “You look nice,” I said with a wink. I was ignoring his red rimmed eyes.

    “Thanks,” he whispered.

    “What’s wrong?”

    “Nothing, what are you doing,” Micah replied quickly changing the course of our conversation.

    “Playing GTA, ever heard of it?” I asked, humoring him. He shook his head and grimaced as I shot a couple prostitutes.

    “No, it looks violent,” he murmured. I paused the game and looked up at him with a smirk,

    “You’re just like your mother,” I laughed. His face paled,

    “Am I really?” he asked.

    “Yeah, she doesn’t like the game either. She thinks it’s too violent and it’s corrupting my mind. She says it’ll turn me into a psychopath,” I told him. His eyes narrowed and cautiously sat on my bed.

    “I don’t think you’re a...ps-psycho-pa-path,” he whispered.

    “Well that’s good. Wouldn’t want an innocent boy like you being in such a close proximity of a dangerous man,” I joked. I virtually stopped breathing after I’d said that. Why would I say that? Why would I bring up psychopaths at all? I’m a fucking idiot. I felt Micah’s hand on my shoulder,