The Delivery (BoyxBoy) [Complete]

Chapter 7

When I woke up, my body hurt and my throat was sore. I had something dry and kind of crusty stuck to my cheeks, dried tears. I sat up to find that Lucas had fallen asleep next to me. 

I sighed and stood up. I looked at the clock. It read, "10:37". I had missed most of my classes for the day and had work in an hour and a half...

I decided to call in sick. I was too exhausted, both emotionally and from sleeping so terribly.

I woke up Lucas and made him go sleep on my bed. He, surprisingly, didn't argue. While he did that, I went in the livingroom and curled up with a blanket on the couch and stared at the blank T.V., thinking about the night before.

I felt bad. I probably scared the crap out of Lucas, and made him feel bad. It wasn't his fault. He would probably want an explanation when he woke up. I didn't really want to tell him about...what happened to me... I'd think of something to tell him. 

I needed a few cups of coffee first.

I got up and went into the kitchen, blanket draped over my shoulders, and started the coffee maker. I sighed and threw the blanket on the couch after deciding that I needed a shower. I made my way to the bathroom and shut the door quietly behind me.

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I stared at myself in the mirror. Water dripped down my face from my wet hair. My shoulders looked tense. There were dark purple bags beneath my eyes. I sighed and walked out of the bathroom, holding a towel around my waist. 

I walked as quietly as I could into my room where Lucas was sleeping and opened a drawer on my dresser. I dug around until I found a pair of sweatpants. I opened another drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers. Finally, I opened a third drawer and grabbed a t-shirt. 

I let out a breath when I looked at the sleeping boy on my bed, thankful I hadn't woke him. I started walking toward the door when I heard a groan.

"Griffin?" I stopped and turned my head toward the beautiful, sleepy-sounding voice. Lucas was lying on his back, propped up on his elbows looking at me.

My mouth opened, but I couldn't speak, so I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened my eyes, I noticed that Lucas looked a little sad. Could robots get sad? Apparently so.

"Just a minute," I managed to get out, then walked out of the room and back into the bathroom to get dressed, cheeks flaming hot. When I walked out of the bathroom, I didn't go back in my room to Lucas. Instead, I headed towards the kitchen to get that cup of coffee I needed. 

Lucas stopped me before I made it there though, walking toward me with a steaming mug in his hand.

"Coffee?" he asked, holding it out to me.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him, instead I kept my eyes down, took the mug, and mumbled a, "Thank you."

I was embarrased. I was ashamed. How could I allow myself to break down like that in front of him? He was probably going to leave now. He found out he was living with an overly sensitive freak that couldn't handle affection. He's a sex-toy, for fuck's sake! What was I thinking? 

Suddenly I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt a hand on my own. I looked up, seeing that I was standing in the middle of the living room. 

"You okay, Griffin?" Lucas asked, pulling the coffee cup away from me. I looked at my hand. Lucas had one of his hands around my wrist, the other around the coffee cup. Below our hands, on the floor, was spilt coffee. 

I shook my head, looking up. 

"I'm sorry," I said, making my way into the kitchen for some towels. I knelt down on the carpet and began scrubbing at the coffee. It left a small stain on the gray carpet. I kept scrubbing... The rentor would be angry. I had to get the stain out... I scrubbed some more, but the stain wouldn't dissapear. 

I scrubbed harder, faster, angrily. 

"Dammit!" I said, throwing the towel to the side. "God dammit," I said, quiter this time, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I sat back on my butt and crossed my arms on my knees, resting my forehead on them. 

"I fuck everything up," I said, sniffling. Suddenly, Lucas was next to me on the floor. 

"Hey," he said softly, "No. That's not true."

"It is too," I mumbled back. "It's why I'm in this shit situation, living alone, avoiding my parents. It's all my fault."

"That can't be true," he said. "It's okay. It's just a small stain anyways... We can go buy some stain remover later and it'll come out. Don't worry about it."

Neither of us said anything for a moment, but then I broke the silence. 

"I'm sorry, Lucas. About last night--"

"No, I'm sorry," he interrupted. "I shouldn't have... done that. I mean--"

"No," I said. "Really, it's my fault. You didn't do anything wrong, I promise. I just... I haven't had the greatest life, and what you did happened to trigger some bad memories. You couldn't have known."

"I'm still sorry," he said. "Do you want to talk about it..?"

"No, not really."

"Okay." 

"Are you going to leave now?" I asked. 

"What?" He sounded genuinely confused.

"Now that you know I'm a freak who has occasional emotional breakdowns, I figured you wouldn't want to be around me anymore. Why would anyone want to be around someone like that?" I sighed and added, "Everyone else left. I would understand if you did, too."

Lucas looked at me with sad eyes. "No, of course not. Griffin, I wouldn't leave you unless you asked me to. I promise, okay?"

"Sure," I mumbled. Like I hadn't heard that before.

"I mean it."

"Okay," I said. I'm sure he does mean it. Right now. But a month from now? Maybe even a few days? People like to change their minds. I knew that from experience.

Lucas sighed, then stood up. "Come on," he said, holding a hand out to me. "I'll make you some breakfast."

I took his hand and stood up. "I'm not really hungry, but thanks." I walked over to the couch and plopped down on it, hiding my face in a pillow.