Somebody like you (boyxboy)

11. Don't

Trevor

Charlie's arm was draped across my chest, and his leg across my legs when I woke up.

When I finally managed to wake him up, unable to move because I was trapped underneath him, he stared at me for a few seconds, blushed, and rushed out of bed.

"Sorry," he muttered as we got into slacks and shirts before going down to breakfast.

"So you got a good night's sleep for once, then?" I asked as we headed downstairs.

"Oh, yeah," he muttered sleepily.

"Good morning, boys!" Perry called from the kitchen. "Breakfast is on the table, come on."

"Good morning, Mrs Williams," Charlie said with a polite smile, but Perry sighed as she saw him.

"Look at that hair, it is standing up in every direction!" she said and ruffled the white locks with a motherly smile. My morning was instantly ruined. I wanted to storm out of the room, or yell at her how she could be so nice and motherly to a boy she'd just met, how she could pretend to be something I knew she wasn't. Luckily my phone rang, and I picked it up as we sat down by the table.

"Amanda! Hello sweetie, how are you?" I asked and felt myself smile without meaning to. Charlie inhaled deeply, shaking his head with a determined expression. I sent him a questioning glance, but he didn't pay any attention to me.

I sweet-talked with Amanda through the entire meal, and well into the walk around the city, while Charlie and Perry seemed to genuinely enjoy each other's company. It was infuriating.

We sat down to have coffee while waiting for my cousins' train to arrive, and all I did was listen to Charlie and the woman talk, making me angrier and angrier. Luckily it wasn't long before the train arrived, and Jonathan could take my attention away from them.

Marie did the opposite.

"So this is your boyfriend, Trevor!" she said with a smirk. "I never knew you had such a good taste in boys!"

"I have a girlfriend," I sneered, feeling, for some reason, very protective of the fact.

"Oh, don't pretend like he's not making your inner bi interested!" she giggled, and Charlie's head snapped to attention. "Oh, don't look like that!" she said when she saw my face. "I'm just joking! Jesus, Trev!" She huffed and snaked her arm through Charlie's, walking like that all the way back to the house.

"Who is he?" Jonathan asked as we walked a few steps behind Charlie and the women.

"My roommate," I said angrily.

"Why are you so grumpy?"

"I don't like how he's behaving! Did you see the smug smile on his face?! And he's constantly talking to that... that... woman!"

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Charlie

Coming home with Trevor, living in his house for a weekend, sharing a bed with him... it had all been a bad idea, I shouldn't have done it - I wasn't thinking straight. I had been stupid, so stupid. Just looking at him made my stomach churn, and anger built steadily in my stomach. I got more and more snappish towards him and the other men, while trying to distract myself by paying attention to the women.

And they were quite delightful. His cousin Marie was rather empty-headed, but pretty enough, I guess. Mrs Williams was sweet, she was kind and warm and she seemed to like me.

I made a delicious dinner for all of them on Saturday evening.

"Are you sure you should have a third serving, Jonathan?" I asked as the chubby boy stretched out his hand for more food, again. It was a petty thing of me to say, and I knew it, but it was out of my mouth before I could think and I didn't feel sorry. It wasn't hard to pick up on his low self-esteem.

His hand froze in the air. There was a complete, stretching silence, until Jonathan set his mouth and put food on his plate anyway. I didn't miss the fact that he barely ate one quarter of it though.

When all of us moved to the living-room, Marie snuggled up to my side and let me tangle my fingers in her hair. Trevor kept sending me hateful glances all night, but I ignoring him, overjoyed by the fact that the girl helped me escape from the confines of my own mind.

"Before I forget," I said, "could you show me those designs you talked about?" Mrs Williams jumped up and came back in a minute with a big folder, putting it in my lap. She pointed at, talked about, and explained the different drawings that she'd done, and I listened and praised. She was actually a very good drawer, and her designs, at least to my untrained eyes, were very impressive.

Trevor had soon had enough of the entire scene though.

"Come on, Charlie, we should get to bed. The train leaves early tomorrow." Everybody's eyes turned to him, standing in the middle of the room with a threatening posture. The train wouldn't be leaving before two thirty the next day.

"Sure, yeah." There was a look in Trevor's eyes, something about the way he walked, that made me dread what was going to happen when we reached the room.

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A/N

Somebody's in trouble!

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