Best Friends, Right? (Boyxboy)

Chapter 19> Jupiter

After Blaise's confession, we didn't really leave my room all that much. We stayed in bed all day doing absolutely nothing, aside from making out, and it was great.

Everything felt right. Things finally felt like they should. I felt happy, for once. Things were good. I was good.

So, when I heard a loud knock on my front door around 4pm, you could say I was a little uneasy. I felt like nothing good could come from answering the door. But, I didn't follow what my gut said and walked down the the entry, half naked, while Blaise was snoozing away in my bed.

I heard another loud knock, which really irritated me. I was ready to yell at whoever it was as I forcefully pulled the door open.

"WHAT," I yelled. But then I saw who it was.

"H—hey Jupe."

This can't be happening right now.

I was at a loss for words, so I stood there looking like a fish out of water.

He just stood there uncomfortably, shifting his feet. "Can I come in, or," he asked, with the same smirk I remember from years ago.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, I'm just—— when did you come back?" I moved back, allowing him to walk inside, before closing the door behind me.

"Oh, today. Im moving back here. I thought I'd come say hi and catch up with you. It's been a while," he said, flashing me his pearly whites, looking me up and down. Suddenly I was painfully aware I wasn't wearing anything but some gym shorts. I cleared my throat, looking down.

I led him to my living room, still flabbergasted that he was actually here right now.

"Do you want anything to drink," I asked, being the polite ass host that I am.

"Sure, water please?" He still just drank only water? It's like he didn't even change. Well aside from the fact that puberty did him really good. It was obvious he wasn't the scrawny boy I used to know. His jawline was more defined. The one thing that didn't change was his lips. They were still plump and pink as ever. They were still the same ones that were on mine a few years ago.

Nope, you have Blaise don't think like that.

I retrieved his water and sat down next to him. We began catching up on each others lives for the past few years. I learned that he moved to Spain, where his family is originally from. Which is also why I detected a slight Spanish accent.

I told him about soccer and school. I also told him about my dad. Only because he had experienced it first hand before he moved. He was the boy my dad saw me kissing after all.

He had just started telling me about school in Spain when Blaise shuffled into the living room, rubbing his eyes.

"Jupe, why did you leave me in bed all alo——who is this?" His faved turned to one of confusion.

"Oh, this is Noah. Remember my neighbour from a while ago?" Blaise looked him up and down and hummed. I don't even know what that means.

He sat down next to me, practically on me, and threw his arm around me.

"And Noah, this is Blaise my bes——"

"Boyfriend," Blaise interrupted me.

I choked on my spit. What the fuck?

Noah sputtered a little bit as he was drinking water when Blaise spoke. He looked a little surprised before muttering out a timid 'nice to meet you'.