You're Mine (BoyxBoy)

2.

"So how did it go?" Alex asked, awaiting me as I lock the door.

I jumped a little. The back of my mind was telling me I shouldn't tell her we kissed because her squeal could be fatal to all life as we know it. But the adrenaline rushing through me pushed the thought away as I gave her a big smile.

"DON'T LEAVE OUT ANY DETAILS," she yelled, plopping on the couch like a child anxiously waiting for their bedtime story.

My mind was all over the place. "We got a milkshake.. Oh! Yea the movie was excellent. The milkshake was delicious. On the ride home, we were silent. It was kinda awkward until he asked me the question."

Alex smirked. "I see, and let me guess, you both like each other and you kissed him on the cheek telling him goodnight."

This is why she's my best friend. She's pretty damn accurate, 2/3 out of the whole event isn't bad at all.

"Well..." I dragged on. "He kissed me on the lips before giving him a kiss on the cheek."

That's when the squeal came. You would never hear nothing more exotic than Alex's scream.. EVER. This squeal could summon earthquakes, triggering tsunamis and volcanoes. It was a force to reckon with.

"ARE YOU TWO AN ITEM NOW? IS HE YOUR MANS? IS THIS JUST BENEFITS? KILL MY SOUL NOWWWWW."

"Calm down drama queen," I began. "I can assure you we're not an item just yet. I don't want to rush things like last time."

"Understood!"

*****
During class, Christian wouldn't stop staring at me. When I woke up this morning I had four messages and two miss calls from him. He wanted to know if I was up, if I have eaten, if I wanted to go out for breakfast with him, and if I needed a ride. This is really sweet of him, but I think he's just rushing whatever we have.

I heard a fainted voice call my name simultaneously. I shook my head and saw Christian, with his arm around my shoulder. I blinked a few times before snapping back into reality.

"Aiden?" Christian had concern in his voice as I stared into his hazel eyes.

"Huh? Has class ended?"

"Yea, five minutes ago," he chuckled a little in relief that I was alright.

"I was probably just daydreaming," I reassured him, packing my bag to leave.

"Want me to drive you home?" Christian quickly asked, helping me pack.

I thought about it for a moment. "I think I'll be fine honestly."

Christian had concern in his voice. "Was it because of last night... I thought the kiss was fine. Oh god did my breath stink?"

I laughed. "No, everything about last night was fine." I didn't want to be rude and tell him that he should stop rushing it. He has been so nice to me, and knowing that he likes me, I might have a chance at love again.

"Then come with me," Christian pleaded. "Por favor mi amor."

Him speaking in English was already sexy, but his Spanish is on a whole different level. The way he annunciate his words along with his accent is to die for.

"Fineeee," I surrendered, as we walked out of the room laughing. Who could say no to a guy who speaks a different language?

Driving to his home, he tried to convince me to let him buy me things from a mall near by. I ensured that he didn't need to spend money on me, that I'm not that special.

"But you are," he argued. "I remember the first time I met you at the support group. And I kept on thinking if I'm ever going to make someone happy then it would be you. I know it may sound bizarre, but I think I might have fallen in love at first glance at you."

I was at a lost of words. You can't argue with a guy's opinion. In fact, anyone's opinion for that matter. Because no matter how hard you try to persuade that they're wrong, it will take time before they realize it. But sometimes people stick with it, and never let it go which I feel like it's the case with Christian.

I finally said something. "Honestly didn't think you were straight."

"That's what they all say," he said. "But FUCK stereotypes. I choice to look this way, but who I love is out of my control."

"Nicely said superman," I smiled, looking out the window as we pulled into his neighborhood.

Christian might have as much money as my ex, but I deny that his house was huge. His parents must be making some huge dough to afford a house like theirs.

Oh no, I thought. Pushing the thought away. He was nothing like Dylan and he never will be. Why would something like that ever pop up in my head?

"You're okay?" Christian asked.

I nodded. "Yea everything's fine."

"If this is making you think about your past then maybe I should turn back, I don't want to hurt you like him.

It's like he can read through me, but I trust him.

"I'm fine," I gave me a warming smile.

His face didn't seem so sure.

"I am Christian," I promised. "If I feel anything weird about this, I promise I'll tell you."

He lightened up a little. "Okay Aiden. Just know I'm here for you even if it might not seem like it."

"I know Christian... I know."

Sometimes in life we don't realize how wonderful the people around us are. How caring and loving they can be. It's only when we truly open ourselves, we are given two endings. The bad ending, that happens when you're the only one lifting the relationship. The other person is there to watch you suffer, have no feelings, or never had any feelings about you from the start. The other is the happy ending. This is the ending most of us strive for. You're both connected as one, lifting your relationship together. There will be struggles but you two stand strong and united. Sworn to never leave another's side. In some cases this is true. Other times it isn't.

I just hope if I'm ever going to open myself again, I won't be shattered once more. It's only a matter of time until the heart's broken pieces gets too small to heal.

And I'm already halfway there.

A/N
Since school is almost out I'm going to start writing a lot more. This chapter is a little short but I don't want it to drag, so here it is for you! While you wait and if you're new I also have another story on my profile if you'd like to check that out (which is completed). Hopefully I'll finish this story to in all of its glory. Until next time. PS: Don't forget to show some love and criticism❤️.