The New Boy

the perfect house guest.

I'm going to try spacing my paragraphs more because my friend recommended that to me, because that way the comments don't go to the bottom. Anyways yeah, sorry it's a little different or if it messes up the flow of things :)
*trigger warning; suicide, self harm*

{Troye's POV}
After thanking Mason's mum I looked over and Mace looked completely pale and sickly.
"Mace are you alright?"
His sister's starting climbing out of the pool but Mason stood there, almost frozen.

I walked over to him, slowed down by the water, and stood in front of him. I looked behind me and I guess his sisters went inside, so I held onto Mason's hand.

I could tell he was nervous about something, maybe me meeting his family, whatever was going on between us, just in general everything that happened over these few days. But I wanted him to forget about that. I ran my fingers over his knuckles trying to comfort him. He didn't look as pale, but he still hadn't talked or smiled like he usually does when I hold his hand.

"Mace it'll be okay.. nothing bad will happen okay?" I looked at his chest and the way his breathing started to speed up.

"You don't know that Troye." He said defensively

"You're right, buuut if anything does happen I'll be here, that's good isn't it?"
He nodded slowly, I wanted to kiss his cheek. Really badly. Just to show him I really was there for him, but I wasn't sure if he'd want that.

So I didn't. Instead I hugged him, very quickly, because unlike holding hands which we can hide very easily hugging is pretty noticeable.

"I just don't want you to feel upset by what they say" he said with his head resting on my shoulder, then he pulled away.

"I won't don't worry about me" I said
with confidence because I really didn't want him to worry about me.

He let out a small smile "Let's go then"
I smiled too, let go of his hand, and started climbing out of the pool with him.

He gave me a very warm, soft, grey towel and I wrapped myself in it. He did the same.

He turned over to me and started laughing
"You look like a fucking burrito"

I started laughing too
"Right back at you"

We dried off and opened the sliding doors that lead into the warm house. We walked down a small hallway that lead to the kitchen and dinning area.

"Troye do you have a change of clothes?" Mason's mom asked from the kitchen table.

I nodded "yes ma'am"

"May give him one of your big sweaters, he's so thin he'll freeze" she laughed a little, she definitely wasn't trying to be rude and I didn't find that rude at all, so I laughed too.

Mason and I walked up the stairs and down another hallway to the last door, which I guess was his room.
He opened it and we walked inside. It was themed with blue, which I liked, dark blues mostly. His bed was in the middle, a big window which was across from the door, then his dresser was across from his bed.

On the wall with the door there was a small bathroom there too, and a closest. It was very tidy though; I liked it. A few pictures of him playing sports or with his family hung on the walls.

"You played lots of sports eh?" I asked him.

He smiled "yeah I use to really love it"