The Mute (BoyxBoy) (Completed)

Chapter Five 🌈

WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE

*Ryan's POV*

When Cole arrived at my doorstep I had to admit to myself, I was shocked. I hadn't expected him to show up and I definitely didn't expect him to be on time. I guess I stereotyped the guy to much. I had expected him to cancel and say something along the lines of; "Oh sorry, something came up" or "I'm not feeling well." But no, he actually showed up.

At some point during the movie, I had drifted off. Not because the movie was boring because it wasn't. I was truly exhausted. I had laid in my bed all night building up anxiety for the day I was going to spend with Cole. I had simply forgotten to sleep.

"Hey, are you alright?" I heard Cole ask me. I turned to look at him before realizing I must have gotten stuck in deep thought. Currently, we were sitting in the same spot at the park that we had the day before. I nodded to Cole's question and he quietly sighed. Was he hoping I didn't hear it?

Was he getting tired of me already? Why can't you just speak to him! You're making it harder than it is!

Cole noticed the discomfort on my face and he slowly rested his hand on my back before speaking to me softly. "Are you okay Ryan? You can always tell me what's wrong. I know you have a lot on your mind and bottling up your feeling isn't healthy. And I know that's what you have been doing for quite some time now."

Slowly, I can feel the tears build up but I fight back and push them away. "Ryan, don't do that. Look at me. Look into my eyes." Cole said calmly as he held my chin in his fingers, pulling my gaze towards him. "I don't want you to feel like you have to hide your feelings from me. If you want to laugh, then laugh. If you want to smile, then smile. If you want to cry, then by God cry and I'll be right here next to you, giving you my shoulder to cry on."

I was speechless. How the hell do I respond to something like that? I can't recall the last time someone treated me with such kind words. He really doesn't care about me expressing my feelings?

Suddenly, I did something that I had only dreamed of doing. I wrapped my skinny arms around Cole's neck as tightly as my weak body would let me, and buried my face into his neck, breathing in his scent.

I could tell that Cole was shocked at first because he hesitated to wrap is arms around my lower back. He definitely wasn't expecting me to that. But, neither did I. Maybe I was just in desperate need of a hug. An actual hug, with true meaning involved. Not the overwhelming hugs my mother gave me every time I walked through the front door, but the calm and soothing hugs.

Slowly, Cole began to rub my back up and down with both of his hands. That's when the tears had began to fall, and I couldn't keep them in any longer. Especially not when I'm being hugged like this. At first, I started to quietly whimper in hope that Cole wouldn't hear me. But, he did. "Just let it all out Ryan, it's only me and you here." He said soothingly.

At that point, I felt so vulnerable. I felt so hopeless and for the first time in a while I felt scared. I didn't know how to control my breathing and my tears and I suddenly began to panic. "Shh it's okay Ryan, it's okay." Cole spoke calmly into my ear.

Cole wrapped his arms tightly around my waist before pulling me onto his lap, cradling me. I wrapped my legs around his waist before tightening my grip around his neck.

Why does he make me feel this way? Is this a positive or negative thing? Should I be cautious? Worse yet, should I trust him?

After some time had passed, I had eventually calmed down my breathing and especially my tears that had kept flowing. "Feel better?" Cole asked. I did, actually. I nodded which caused Cole to lightly chuckle. "Good, I'm glad."

He raised my chin up with his fingers causing me to look straight into his beautiful eyes while still cradling me in his lap. It's been awhile since I've actually looked into someone's eyes like this. Especially this close. Cole's eyes were an astonishing hazel color. Truly beautiful if you ask me. Anybody could easily get lost by looking into them.

"Ya know," Cole spoke. "Strong people can cry to and the world doesn't see them any differently. It's okay to cry, it's natural." I don't say anything as I look down at the notebook on the ground. If only I could actually tell Cole how grateful I am of him. Cole noticed me staring at the notebook before I felt a warm sensation on my cheek. It was his hand.

Lightly, he caressed my cheek with his thumb. "What's wrong?" He asked softly. But, before I could answer someone yelled Cole's name in the distance. "Cole?! What the hell are you doing dude?!"

It was Nick.

Was Cole going to panic and push me away because of the position we are in? I mean, I'm literally sitting on his lap. It's a dead give away. Though, we are not dating but by the looks of it, we are. If only we were..

To my surprise, Cole didn't panic. Why isn't he freaking out? Isn't that what a jock is supposed to do in a situation like this? Jesus Christ stop stereotyping the guy. Instead of panicking, Cole just holds me tighter against himself.

"Cole, what the fuck are you doing?" Nick yells quite rudely if you ask me. Cole doesn't say anything, but I hear him sigh quietly. Was it because of me or Nick? Was this a set up? Was I wrong about Cole?

Finally, Cole spoke. "You really need to find something better to do other than picking on Ryan. Do you seriously not have any hobbies?" Nick scoffed at us before taking a few more steps towards us, causing me to immediately tense.

"Cole, are you gay?" Nick asked rather quietly as if God was going to strike him down for asking such a thing. "So what if I am? What's it matter?" Nick laughed before speaking. "What's it matter? Seriously? Dude, you're my friend. I can't be friend's with a fag."

"Well it looks like you have been for the past three years." Cole said rather proudly. How was this not bothering him? This is his friend for Christ's sake! "So it's true? You're gay?" Nick asked coldly.

"Yes, I am."