Capturing Oliver (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Ten

Aiden dipped his spoon in the tub of ice-cream that was currently resting on the edge of his knee. "Are you coming to watch this movie?" he called out across the apartment.

Chase walked into the living room. He looked like a mess. His hair was a complete catastrophe and he wore loose sweatpants that sat low on his sculpted hips. Chase practically stumbled across the room and fell dramatically on the couch next to Aiden. He rested his heels on the coffee table, displaying the two different coloured socks on his feet.

Aiden looked over at his friend. He and Chase had been in a daze of wallowing and self-pity for the past three weeks. They had both been spending their days watching movies and ignoring their responsibilities. It had worked well for the first two weeks, but now Aiden was starting to feel like he should do something productive, or at least call Oliver.

"Is there any more ice-cream in the freezer?" Chase asked. Chase, the health freak, had been knee deep in ice-cream since the moment Mary had broken his heart.

Aiden shook his head. He didn't want to remind Chase that he had eaten an entire tub the day before. He handed him the tub he had been holding. "Have this one."

Chase took it and nodded.

"Maybe we should get off the couch today and do something with our lives," Aiden suggested. He knew that his request would be met with much discontent.

Chase shook his head with determination.

Aiden had thought he would get more than that out of him. "That's all I get? A head shake?" he asked.

Chase nodded solemnly.

Aiden laughed and nudged him on the arm. He wasn't exactly upset that Chase wanted to spend more time wallowing. He was partially in the same mood. Avoiding the real world was the best thing for him right now. He had turned his phone off a week ago after Oliver had called for the fiftieth time. He couldn't stand seeing his name on the screen. He had just wanted space. Now, thinking about Oliver made him want to turn his phone back on. He wasn't sure how he felt about the man, but he knew that he wasn't in the same self-pitying mood he had been these past weeks. He wanted to sort things out with Oliver, somehow.

Aiden pressed play on the movie. An hour later, when the movie was almost finished, he heard the intercom buzz. He looked over at Chase, but he was so engrossed in the movie that he didn't seem to hear it. There was a chance that Chase was being insolent in an attempt to hide from further responsibilities. Aiden sent Chase a quick look to see if he was right, but Chase was staring at the screen in concentration. Aiden sighed and got up. He walked quickly over to the front door. He wondered who would randomly turn up at his door and he hoped that it wasn't anyone important. He was sure that he didn't want anyone to see him and Chase in the state they were in.

Aiden pressed the button and asked who was there.

"Delivery," the person said.

Aiden buzzed them up. He stood with the door partially open so that he could just see out into the hallway. He was embarrassed by his faded band shirt and his pants that were covered in holes and rips. He was sure that his hair was even more of a mess than Chase's had been. Aiden was very surprised when he saw a man walking down the hallway with a bunch of pizza boxes.

"Did you order pizza?" he yelled back at Chase. He was about to chastise Chase for making such an unhealthy lunch choice while he was already stuffing his face with ice-cream.

"No, why?" Chase called out in reply.

Aiden stepped out into the hallway. "We didn't order any pizza," he told the man, who stopped in his steps.