Stealing Cinder (No Not Cinderella!) (BOYXBOY)

Chapter 16: Date Night

Crispin POV
    
You’d think we’d have earned some kind of respect from our classmates during our whole spiel but no. At least, Crispin didn’t because as we strolled to his car he’d received at least seven cheap shots to his ribs as we’d passed a crazy group of boys. Crispin just laughed it off though and held me tighter. We got in his car and he immediately turned the radio on.
    “Are you hurt?” I asked him. Worry flooding up in me,
    “Nah, I’m alright. Are you excited?” He asked, changing the subject.
I blushed madly in my seat and he laughed full heartedly.
    “I-I think I am-m,” I stuttered. Crispin’s smile fell away as he pulled out of the student parking lot.
    “Why are you stuttering again?” he asked.
    “N-Nervous-s,” I stuttered back.
    “Don’t be Micah. Kalea is setting it all up for us as we speak,” Crispin said. He smiled at me again and I faked one back.
    “If you say so,” I murmured.
                        *******
    Crispin took my hand and led me back into our house. The lights were off and nobody was home but us. Crispin brought me into the living room and settled me on the couch before running off into the kitchen.

Crispin POV
    Kalea had left a DVD on the table and a dinner simmering on the stove. A note lay on the DVD case and I picked it up to read:
            Crissy,
You can’t cook if it would save your life so I took it upon myself to prepare something as quickly as possible. You owe me. And Buddy Threadgood is just too hot I was afraid you’d lose Cinder to him so I gave you guys Les Mis. Plus you both love singinging so yes.
                                        Kalea.

    I smiled at the note and laid it back on the table. I really couldn’t cook for the life of me although the movie selection was disappointing. It seemed to have slipped Kaleas mind that this musical makes me sob hysterically. I sighed and made two plates, grabbed two sodas before exiting the kitchen with food, drinks, and movie in tow.
    “I have returned!” I exclaimed. I put everything down on the coffee table and grudgingly put the movie in.
    “Micah?”
I looked over to see that he’d fallen asleep and was cuddling with one of the couch pillows. I laughed quietly to myself and went over to wake him up when he started to talk.
    “S-s-stop. Please daddy s-stop.”
I stopped before my hand hit his shoulder.
    “Not them! Stop it don’t hurt them please! Daddy stop!” he screamed. I got on the couch and pulled him over to me hoping to calm him down. He flailed about and screamed.
    “Crispin! Please say something, open your eyes! Don’t leave me here!”
    “Micah, Micah baby wake up, you’re having a nightmare,” I whispered in his ear. He whacked me in the face as he squirmed and tried to get away. He pried himself from my arms and landed on the floor with a groan.
    “Why am I o-n  the f-fl-floor?” he mumbled. I stared down at him.
    “You had a nightmare...what happened?” I asked. He froze and stared upwards, avoiding my eyes.
    “N-nothing,”
    “You screamed and fought. Someone was hurting you, and then hurting other people. Then you were yelling at me,” I said. He turned his pained eyes to me,
    “H-he ki-ki-killed you,”
Tears were now rolling from his rounded eyes. I slipped onto the floor beside him,
    “No one killed me,” I whispered while wiping the tears from his cheeks. He swatted my hand away angrily and viciously wiped his eyes while sitting up. He dragged himself onto the couch and curled up in the corner still wiping his eyes.
    “I’m s-sorry,” he muttered.
    “What for?”
    “O-over re-reacting,”
I stood up and handed him a plate of food before sitting beside him with my own.
    “You weren’t over reacting. You were scared and upset, crying is okay,” I said. He put the plate back on the table and turned towards me angrily,
    “N-n-no it’s n-not!” he yelped. “ I-it means I’m w-we-w-weak,”
He retreated to the corner of the couch, as far away from me as possible.
    “No no no no no, it doesn’t mean anything like that. You’re afraid and nervous Micah. It’s okay,” I said. I moved closer to him,
    “I h-have n-no excuse,” he whispered. He had his face buried in the arm of the couch. I reached over and lightly put my hand on he shoulder. He flinched back but then  relaxed.
    “No one needs an excuse to cry,”
He glanced over at me,
    “Y-you’re going to sp-spi-spill your f-food on the c-couch,” he mumbled. I straightened up quickly saving the beige couch from its ultimate demise.
    “Thanks. Jesus they would’ve killed me,” I laughed. Micah snorted and uncurled his body.
    “What is that a-anyway?” he asked. I glanced down at the bowl and smiled.
    “I know it looks like nasty sludge but it isn’t really that bad I swear. It’s like rice with stew meat,green beans, and some kind of gravy. It’s good.” I explained.
    “You di-didn’t cook it,” he stated with a smirk. I laughed and got up to press play on the movie then sat back down without my bowl to snuggle up to Micah.
    “You are correct. Kalea did, but now we shall be teenage boys and stuff our faces while watching tv,” I laughed.
                        *********
    “W-what’s wrong?” Cinder questioned.
I wiped a stray tear from my cheek and look to him again.
    “I always get sad when Valjean dies,” I said.
    “But... he isn’t real...” Micah murmured. I smiled,
    “So I don’t have a reason to cry? But I still am. Do you see what I mean?” I asked.
Micah eyed me,
    “Y-you don’t need a r-re-reason?” he asked.
    “Exactly,”
He nodded and stirred his cold food around some more.
    “You haven’t eaten much,” I commented. His cheeks flushed and he shrugged putting the bowl on the table. “You need to start eating, you’re too thin,”
    “T-too th-th-thin?” he mimicked self consciously. I hugged him and he whimpered in protest.
    “That’s not what I meant baby, you’re gorgeous, I just want you to be healthy. And you’re so tiny,” I whispered to him. He snuggled into me awkwardly but sighed into the crook of my neck.
    “I am n-n-n-not,” he said. I grabbed his shoulders and held him at arms length from me,
    “Not what?” I asked lowly.
    “G-gorgeous,”
My eyes narrowed,
   
Cinder POV
    His eyes narrowed,
    “Yes you are,” he growled.
    “I c-can’t be,” my skittish reply came. Crispin’s grip tightened menacingly and I could feel bruises where his fingers were.
    “Please tell me what you think isn’t gorgeous,” he said. I breathed shakily and my head pounded behind my eyes.
    “M-m-my ribs s-st-st-stick out,” I murmured. He slid one hand from my shoulder to my side, where I knew he could feel each curled bone.
    “In time they won’t, but until then they are gorgeous,” He cooed in my ear. I shuttered with distaste that Crispin didn’t recognize. “Anything else?”
    “I h-have s-sc-scars,”
    “You’re not the only one,” he replied calmly. I didn’t question him further,
    “I’m u-ugly,”
The free hand latched to my hip and Crispins nose was grazing my forehead.
    “Don’t say that, you’re not ugly. You’ll never be ugly, you never were,” he snarled softly. I felt his fingers under my chin urging me to look at him. I turned my head sharply and tore myself from him, he stayed still in shock,
    “I-I have tr-ust problems,” I breathed.
Crispin dropped his arms,
    “With very good reasons and those, also in time, will go away,” he said. I felt tears on my cheeks as the fear melted away to reveal shame.
    “I-I cr-cry all the t-time,”
Crispin shuffled to my side, wiping the wet trails away,
    “I thought we already went over this? You have a reason and it’s okay. You are gorgeous,”
    “Y-you can never be my first,” I sniffled quietly. Crispin stiffened but swallowed his bitter feelings.
    “Say it,” he whispered “say you’re gorgeous,”
    “I can’t,”
    “Please?”
    “I-I’m gorgeous,” I whispered. Crispin nodded.
    “Thank you,”
We heard the front door unlock and my hands started to shake,
    “Micah! Crispin?”
    “It’s mom and dad,” Crispin muttered smoothly. As he said it my parents walked through the entry way,
    “What’s wrong with him!” Mother exclaimed. She fluttered over wrapping her arms around me and making my skin heat.
    “Nothing, he’s tired,” Crispin said.
Mother trapped my face between her hands,
    “He’s been crying, what did you do to him?” she growled accusingly.
    “Nothing,” Crispin hissed equally as angry.
Mother snorted and moved her hand to swipe my hair behind my ear. The movement caught me off guard,
    “S-s-stop!” I yelped.
    “Baby, it’s mother calm d-”
    “N-no let me go! Do-don’t touch m-me!” I squealed. I slipped out from beneath her arm and fled to my new room to hide under the thick blankets. I heard my door groan open and mewled.
    “Shh, it’s okay baby. She didn’t mean to scare you. She didn’t know as much as she thought,” Crispin muttered. I heard him settle somewhere in the room. I peeked from beneath the comforter. Crispin was stationed beside the cracked door, sittinf on the carpet with his back against the wall,
    “You can sleep baby. I won’t let anyone in, I promise. No one’s going to hurt you,” he said.
I recovered my head without a word. Why would he want to protect a whore?

A/N I'm a bad person first I don't update then I post a cruddy chapter that was supposed to be happy but turned out sort of bitter sweet. The next chapter is supposed to be absolute hell on everyone's feelings -_-. I must also update Friendly Competition although that will be upsetting as well. Special thanks to Bahvie and Neko for being oh so patient with this :) wub you guys.