I was cuddling my best friend/step-brother. He was 20, I was 17. He was the guy everyone was afraid of and I was the small boy everyone made fun of. He had tattoos, I had flower crowns. He had massive leather bracelets, I had petite, pink bracelets. He wore all black, I wore pink and galaxy. He was straight and I was gay. A sad love story really. A gay boy fell in love with the straightest person alive.
He was sleeping, but looked like he was having a nightmare. He was sweaty and shuffling in his sleep. I decided I should wake him up. Before I could even start moving he shot up screaming tears starting to fall. I already knew what his dream was about. He clung into my t-shirt, desperately trying to forget everything but he simply couldn't. I started humming a specific All time low song that seemed to always calm him down.
"Could you sing it for me?"
He said referring to the song.
"Of course"
Make it a sweet, sweet goodbye
It could be for the last time and it's not right.
"Don't let yourself get in over your head, " he said.
Alone and far from home I'll find you...
Dead, like a candle you burned out;
Spill the wax over the spaces left in place of angry words.
Scream, to be heard, like you needed any more attention;
Throw the bottle, break the door, and disappear.
He seemed to stop crying, although he was still clinging onto my t-shirt and I was still slowly stroking his hair.
Sing me to sleep, I'll see you in my dreams,
Waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."
Forever's never seemed so long as when you're not around
It's like a piece of me is missing.
I could have learned so much from you but what's left now?
Don't you realize you shot this family a world of pain?
Can't you see there could have been a happy ending we let go?
Sing me to sleep, I'll see you in my dreams,
Waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."
Sing me to sleep.
Sing me to sleep.
Sing me to sleep.
Sing me to s...
Sing me to sleep (You've taken so much with you...)
I'll see you in my dreams, (But left the worst with me...),
Waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
When I finished singing he let go of my t-shirt and whipped his eyes with the back of his hands. I was still stroking his fluffy, luscious, golden hair. "Thank you, Cal, but you can let go of me now". I blushed and released him "sorry" I mumbled. He laid down and looked at the sealing. He put his arms behind his head and so his shirt rose slightly. I inspected his body. He really was sculpted by Gods. Tan skin. Beautiful eyes. Pink lips. Fluffy hair. But when his shirt rose or he was shirtless and you could see his freaking v-Line. I would 'asdgf' and get the hell out of there BECAUSE GURL LEMMY BRAK IT DOWN TO YOU It's like seeing 10 Andy Biearsacks in the same room as you. Yeah, SO Excuse me for not wanting to make things awkward between me and my step-brother by literally jumping on him. As my crazy grandma would say: Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
So yeah this was my current situation, although thing were about to change. Drastically.
