Catch Me If You Can (boyxboy)

Chapter 4

Sitting in detention and knowing that if your boyfriend is in danger, you can’t help him is torture. I bounce my leg impatiently as I wait for the second hand to pass over twelve.

Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

Finally, the bell rings and I grab my stuff and dart out the door, almost plowing over the short girl that was in my way.

“Hey!” She yells as she runs after me, her face red from anger and effort. “Who do you think you are just running over people like that?” Not right now, little girl.

“Sorry, it’s just; I have to get to Owen. He might be in danger,” I ramble, knowing that she won’t have any clue what I’m talking about.

“Owen… Wilson? The blue-haired kid?” I nod and she continues to run with me, determination set in her eyes. I look over at her quizzically and she shrugs.

“If someone like you is ready to trample people to get to this kid, it must be serious. I’ll help you look. I have eyes like a hawk and blue hair is hard to miss.” I sigh and keep running. Hey, the more the merrier.

“My names Alice, by the way. I just moved here like a month ago.”

“Tate,” I breathe, the jog starting to get to me. I throw open the doors to the school and search around frantically until I see a mop of blue hair sitting under a tree. I sigh in relief and run over to him, throwing my arms around his neck.

He screams and jumps in shock and Alice just stands there and stares at us.

“Oh my God, Owen. I was so worried! I thought Cyren had gotten to you or something! Don’t ever leave my sight!” I hug him tightly until he starts gasping for air and Alice chuckles.

“Are you guys together or something?” she asks and my eyes widen. What if she tells the school?

“It’s okay, I won’t tell anybody. I’m not a homophobe. I’m bi, anyway.” I breathe in relief and nod.

“Yeah, Alice, meet Owen, my boyfriend. Owen, this is Alice. I just met her like ten minutes ago.” Owen smiles and waves at Alice before turning back to me.

“What the kumquat juice was that about? You nearly squeezed me to death! And what’s this about Cyren getting to me?” I cringe at the thought of what escaped my mouth. I still don’t know if Cyren’s for real or not and I don’t want to worry Owen’s pretty little head. Plus, he’d probably snort, go up to Cyren, confront him about it, get in a fight thinking he can win, and get killed. I’d rather Owen not be dead.

“Er, I thought you had gone with Cyren somewhere and I didn’t want you guys to go without me,” I lie and Alice raises her eyebrows, but stays silent.

“Oh, well I wouldn’t do that. You’re part of our group, too.” I nod and help him up, beginning our walk home.

“Alice, wanna come over?” Owen asks and Alice smiles, running up to us and nodding her head.

Well,” I chuckle, “someone’s excited.”

Alice’s smile falters a bit and a pang of guilt goes through my chest.

“I’m sorry if I offended you or something! I didn’t mean it in an offensive way! I just-“ I ramble only to be cut off my Alice raising her hands.

“It’s okay, it’s just… up until now, I haven’t had any friends, so this is a really big moment for me.” Owen and I share a look before separating and each grabbing one of her hands.

“Well,” he starts.

“You’ve got yourself best friends now,” I finish and she smiles a genuine smile at us, one that would’ve made me fall for her if it weren’t for the minor setback that I am indeed gay.

We skip all the way home- rather I watch as Owen and Alice skip- I have no intention of giving up my masculinity just yet.

“Potato Senior, we’re home!” Owen screams as we walk through his front door.

“Welcome, Potato Junior and his Tomato Company!” Danni yells back. “I’m cooking some food in the kitchen! Tonight, we dine as CANNIBALS!”

Alice looks surprised for a moment and then busts out laughing on the floor.

“Oh god, that was the weirdest thing I’ve heard all day!” she gasps and rolls on the ground, slapping the tiles.

Danni pokes her head around the corner and smiles as she sees Alice.

“Hello,” she greets as Alice recuperates, “I’m Danni, Owen’s older sister.”

“I’m Alice, his new best friend,” Alice introduces herself.

“Oh, I see. I suppose that makes sense, seeing as to how the guy who previously occupied that title has gotten promoted,” Danni says, smirking at me. Oh, no. She’s in her smart girl mode. This isn’t good.

“Would you like to accompany us for dinner, Alice?”

“Of course. I just have to call my mother first.” She pulls out her phone and walks into the living room.

“I like your new friend, brother dearest. You have an interesting choice of friends.” She slowly stalks slowly back into the kitchen and Owen and I share a scared look. What’s she planning?

Alice walks back into the foyer with a smile on her face.

“My mom says to be back by eight.” I nod and we lead her downstairs to the Man Cave so that we can show her how to be one of us and play video games.

It turns out, our demo is unnecessary. 14 lost matches in Call of Duty, 7 in Guitar Hero, and a countless amount in Mario Cart later, Owen and I are exhausted and practically passed out on the couch.

“C’mon!” Alice whines, “Get off your lazy asses! I’m not done winning yet!” Owen groans and sits up, massaging his throbbing fingers.

“Alice,” he whines back, “You’ve already proved that you’re good-great at video games,” he corrects himself when her eyebrows shoot up, “but my fingers feel like they’ve been dipped in acid and then fed to a bunch of rabid, man-eating marshmallows.” Alice giggles and smiles at us innocently.

“Sorry, I guess I’m still not over the excitement of having friends.” Before we can respond, Danni calls us up for dinner and we drag ourselves up the stairs, Alice watching, amused.

As we sit around the dinner table, I can tell something is off by the smiles and nice-ness radiating off of Danni. I mean, don’t get me wrong, she’s and amazing girl and everything, but, let’s be honest. She can be a total ass sometimes.

“So, Alice,” she begins as she passes out plates, “wanna hear and interesting story about Owen?” Oh, this is what she was planning. I should’ve known.

By the end of the night, Alice is laughing so hard, I fear she’ll literally laugh her heart out.

Thank you Danni for recapping the cereal burning story, the Disney incident, the paper towel stuck up the nose thing, and the thing about Owen eating oranges despite his allergies. We couldn’t have gone through this dinner without you.

“A-and then… h-he said t-to th-the lady, ‘y-you l-look l-like a f-fine y-young m-man. H-how f-f-far into p-preg-gnancy are you?’” Danni is struggling to say through her laughs as Alice falls off her chair and rolls on the floor.

“It’s not my fault!” protests Owen, “My mind was not in the right place! She looked like a guy, but then I saw her stomach and I thought she was a girl and it just came out wrong!” I admit, I am laughing, too. What? If you watched someone go up to a woman, call them a man, and then ask them how far they were into pregnancy, wouldn’t you laugh?

“Who’s side are you on?!?” Owen squeaks at me. I smile at him and peck his lips. He pouts and crosses his arms. Adorable.

This is how we spend the evening, laughing and eating and having fun. It’s almost enough to make me forget about Cyren. Almost.

Oooh, and Cyren pops up in his mind again! I bet you thought Cyren took Owen, didn't you? Was it dissappointing that he was still there? Isn't that just mean? Sorry, but i need to finish the set up before the real stuff starts.

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Alice to the side.