Things Don't Change (boyxboy)

Chapter Two

Alright, this is chapter two. (:c It's not much longer, though, sorry! I think it's shorter. This one is going to be boring... o_o

Chapter Two: Something                                                                        

Benny

Without a doubt, I knew that Ian had feelings for me. It was clear in his facial expression before he'd fallen out that he was disappointed by me kissing Charlie. Though Charlie is my boyfriend, I sort of felt for Ian. I'm not fully sure I understand how he can still have feelings for me after all this time. I don't deserve his love, I'm nothing special. But as I look at his drained, lifeless face, I can't help but feel as if he's smiling at me, telling me I am important, that I do matter. And if not to anyone else in the world, at least to him.

“B-Benny?” His eyes were slowly opening and the color was coming back to his face as his head gently adjust to be being on my lap.

I sigh with relief and utter joy and kiss him on the forehead. This makes all the color come back to his face and then some.

I hear a low snarl and look up to see Charlie glaring down on us. I give him a scornful look of distaste and he takes it as his cue to adjust his attitude before I reconstruct his face.

Are my feelings for Charlie disappearing now that the love of my life is back? Was I just using Charlie as some way of relief, due to my true soul mate’s long-term absence. I was beginning to think so. Even though, at one point in time I did have feelings for Charlie, I mean, he‘s my boyfriend. My first boyfriend, he was my temporary storm healer, my virginity thief. It killed me that my feelings were suddenly changing for him, while his were only becoming stronger.

I close my eyes and heave in a giant breath. I exhale for quite a while, rather loudly, and all attention goes from Ian to me.

“Sorry,” I mumble my weak and unnecessary apology.

"Erg," Ian groans uncomfortably, attempting, unsuccessfully, to sit up.

"Just lie down, you creeper," I mumble, gently pushing him back onto the wooden floor, and going to get a wet towel for his forehead.

He's just an imbecile. An idiotic, miscellaneous, stupid, adorable, inevitably ridiculous person that’s got me falling hard for him, right on my butt.

Struggling to reach the face towels, I determinately grab one and feel ultimately accomplished by my simple act. Curse my mother’s short legs.

I drenched it in cold water, rang it out, and went to put it on Ian’s head.

I get downstairs to stop abruptly, seeing Charlie helping Ian up. Running to them both I stop Charlie from picking up Ian before he’s ready.

“No! He’s going to throw up!” I yell, scaring everyone at the scene.

I see Ian’s face go through a drastic transformation. From, fear, to confusion, to pure and utter happiness it appears to look like. His smile makes me smile; I drop my head and close my eyes as the blush spreads from my cheeks to my forehead. I shouldn’t be blushing. It’s only a smile, I love Charlie, not Ian. Who am I kidding, I’ve had something for Ian since he kissed me and left.

“Yeah I remembered that,” I mutter, placing the towel on Ian’s forehead.

He sighs in relief as his head starts to cool off. I always found that weird. How all the warm blood goes to his head as he faints.

Looking over to Charlie, I saw hurt and animosity on his face. What crawled up his ass, laid eggs, then left?

“What’s wrong, Babe?” I ask heedlessly, trying hard to act as if I really gave a care.

He just shakes his head and turns his attention to something invisible outside. I never quite understand his form of jealousy. He seems to get affected over the littlest things. They make me want to drop kick him in the tonsils.

Shaking my head as well, I look at Ian, who’s managed to sit up. I smirk.

“You alright now, Ian?” I ask genuinely.

He nods and gets all the way up, fumbling with the towel in his hands.

I get up as well and walk over to Charlie. I stand on my tip-toes and wrap my arms around his waist, my chin gently lying on his shoulder. He turns to look at me, causing my to break my grasp.

He leans down for a kiss, which I can’t accept. I gesture to Ian’s who still fumbling with that towel.

Charlie looks at me as if I took his heart out and told him to live.

“He fainted because he doesn’t like sharing…”

“What the hell do you mean? You’re mine, he’s been gone for like what, years?” Charlie was getting angry and I looked at Ian to see his eyes shimmering with sadness.

“You’re making him upset,” I warn him.

He huffs and turns back to the window, looking at a squirrel run on a fence. I groan in my strong distaste for him at the moment, and walk over to Ian.

“Want to go to the beach, like old times?” I ask, smiling though I could literally chew a puppy’s head off right now.

Ian nods eagerly, then frowns.

“What is it?” I ask concerned.

“I don’t have a pair of swim trunks.

“I have some you can wear, my mom bought them two sizes too big, come up to my room.”

We walk to my room and I head straight for my dresser, where both pair of swim trunks are.

“Hasn’t changed much, just got a bigger bed and bigger clothes,” Ian sighs, and I could tell from the release of air that he was smiling.

I blush and hand him the trunks.

“Let’s go.” I’m in a hurry to catch up with him.

To see if he has had, or has any boyfriends. To find out about all the things I’ve missed out on and vice versa. But most importantly, to see if the feelings are mutual. Because, due to him fainting, I know he has to feel something, too.

That was horrible.. xP