Nick Doesn't Know

Chapter Eight: Mad House

• Mad House by Rihanna is above. Who's watched her film Battlefield? I know I have. Slide across to see the video. And maybe the picture on the side will give you a clue to what's going on this chapter ;) •

Chapter Eight|Mad House:

Mirrors were everywhere. On the walls, on the ceiling and on the floor. Words were written on them from various colours of paints.

Some places of the floor was wonky, where as other had holes or bumps in them. It made Nick's head spin.

"Leo?" He called out. The sooner he got out of there, the better.

Nick started walking and stoped when he realised how many doors there were to choose from, about four maybe.

The first was orange, the second was a green, the third was a blue and the last was a pink.

Nick chose the last one—mainly because it was pink—and ran through it.

There Leo stood in the corner of a circular room—or at one of the sides considering a circle didn't have corners—his head against the wall. He let out a groan.

"Leo?" Nick whispered.

Leo's back tensed and he slowly turned to face Nick.

He sighed. "When I moved here, I promised myself that I was going to concentrate on school and myself, but then I met you and I wanted to be your friend. I like you, Nick."

Nick's eyebrows scrunched up. "I like you too." Of course they liked each other. If they didn't then they wouldn't be friends.

Leo sighed. "I like you more than a friend. I like you, like you."

Nick didn't know what to say. He liked girls—he had to like girls.

"I-I... It's—I just—" But before Nick could finish or even notice that Leo had moved to stand in front of him—his cotton candy dropped and forgotten on the floor—Leo's lips were on Nick's.

Leo tasted of the cotton candy he had eaten. He tasted sweet and irresistible.

He didn't know when he decided to kiss Leo back, but he did.

One minuet had passed and Leo's tongue flicked at Nick's firmly closed lips. Leo's grip on his waist tightened and Nick's mouth opened in shock, giving Leo the chance to slip his tongue inside.

But he liked girls. He liked Ella.

Nick didn't want to think about that now. Instead he put it in a small but an unbreakable box and pushed it to the back of his mind. It'll still be their tomorrow.

Ten minuets... fifteen minuets...

Nick pulled away breathless. "We should stop. Someone could see us."

Leo nodded but Nick didn't miss the hurt that flashed in his eyes.

"Are your parents home?" Leo asked.

Nick shook his head.

"Good, we can go there then."

Did Nick want Leo to come home with him to do god knows what? Yes, yes he did.

***

Nick and Leo had managed to get to Nick's house without being seen by Josh or Ella. They had caught the bus, and Leo had intwined his hand with Nick's while they sat on the old worn out bus seats.

Leo was casually sitting on Nick's kitchen side like the last half an hour didn't happen.

"Do you have any food?" Leo asked.

Nick laughed. "You ate less than an hour ago!"

He smirked. "I'm a growing boy."

Nick rolled his eyes, but found himself getting hungry at the thought of his mums cooking in the fridge.

"Want to share a plate of my mums pork ribs, chips and carrots?" Nick suggested. Leo nodded.

He grabbed it from the fridge and placed it in the microwave to heat up. Once it was done, Nick grabbed two knives and forks and headed for the stairs, gesturing for Leo to follow him.

Nick knew Leo was looking at the crosses lining the walls and the prayers that hung up in frames.

"Religious family?" Leo asked from behind him as they walked up the stairs.

"Yeah." Nick mumbled.

Once they got to Nick's bedroom, him and Leo sat cross legged across from each other on Nick's bed, with the plate of hot food in the middle of it.

They didn't use the knives—infact they picked the carrot sticks and pork ribs by hand and the only thing they used the forks for was the roast potatoes.

"Your mums a really good cook." Leo moaned. "Wish my mum would make stuff like this."

"Your mums food isn't nice?" Nick asked.

"I wouldn't know—she doesn't cook all that much." He lets out a chuckle which holds no amusement whatsoever.

Nick doesn't question him—he didn't want to upset him.

When their was nothing left but bones on the plate, Leo picked it up and put it on Nick's bedside table.

"Now where were we?"

Nick gulps, because he knows exactly where they were. In a make out session.

Leo doesn't wait for an answer, and instead puts his lips on Nick's for the second time tonight.

***

Last night was the best night Nick had ever had. Him and Leo hadn't done anything but french kiss, but it had felt amazing. Their lips had been swollen and numb, and they fell asleep in each others arms.

Nick didn't understand what he was feeling. How could something so wrong feel so right? No, it can't be wrong, he thought, something that makes me feel like this has to be right.

But he wasn't gay. I like girls, I like girls, I like girls, Nick repeated in his head.

"Shut up," Leo mumbled next to him, sleep evident in his voice, "What are you talking about anyway?"

Oh crap, Nick had spoken his thoughts out loud.

"N-nothing." He stuttered.

Leo smiled softly, and it was then Nick became extremely aware of how close they were. Leo's hand rested on his waist and Nick had his arm slung over Leo's arm, both of them on their sides, their faces inches apart.

Nick took a shaky breath in. "I'm going to make breakfast." He mumbled.

He ran out of his room and downstairs before Leo could say anything.

And Nick realised just how much he could relate to the mad house that had been at the fair. His mind was just as crazy and messed up.

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This chapters a bit short, but I wanted to end it there.

Ooo, now you guys know that Leo likes Nick.

But do you think Nick likes him back?

(P.S incase there was any confusion, when Nick and Leo are making out at the mad house and I write '10 minuets... 15 minuets...' of course the two boys pull apart to get some air but it didn't sound write when I tried to put it in)