A Boy Better Than A Blade

Part 5

Beep
Beep

I roll towards my message tone and carefully lean over my bedside table. I reach out and pick up the flashing black phone blushing the moment the cause for my awakening comes into view.

Adrian ;): we still on for today?

I freeze, shit! I totally forgot. My head starts racing and I swiftly remove my bedsheets launching myself towards the shower. I can't believe I did this... Again.

Lance: yeah, of course

I throw my phone behind me as I slide through the bathroom door listening for the sound of it landing. Hearing it bounce on my bed I start peeling off my sweaty pjs and throw them the same way.

I reach for the hot water tap -which is now fixed- and sharply twist it on releasing the scolding water onto my bare skin. I should've remembered, I should've been ready. I don't bother turning the cold water on and instead let the boiling liquid seep into my flesh. I deserve it.

Once I'm thoroughly reddened I make an effort to properly turn off the shower to avoid anymore accidents and spastically shake away the excess water. I lazily throw out my arm like a fishing line and hook my fingers into my towel, wrapping it around my waist as I do so.

Strolling back into my bedroom I retrieve my phone to check the time and pull on my usual outfit. My fingers comb through my damp, unruly, ginger mess of hair while I fail to find my hairbrush. Great, messy hair it is. Not caring enough about my appearance I skip the mirror and head towards the lounge room chucking a few mints in my mouth as I do so.

I hear another beep from my phone which momentarily startles me before reading it.

Adrian ;): I'm coming up the stairs now

My eyes take a few seconds to send this new information up to my Brain which then takes a few seconds to send it everywhere else.

Oh.
My.
God.

The sudden realisation that Adrian will be at my door any minute sends my emotions into a whirlpool. My legs refuse to work properly, my eyes refuse to see straight, and my stomach refuses to hold in the last meal I ate. I feel the dry toast and the cold coffee come bubbling up my throat, everything about to explode. I try my best to keep it down until all hell breaks loose and I'm spraying projectile vomit at the opened door. Completely coating the stunned Adrian that is stood in the doorway covered from head to toe in puke.

"Well this wasn't how I was expecting today to go" he exclaimed flicking some green gunk out of his eyes.

Shit! What the bloody hell is wrong with me, look he hates me now.

Adrian walks through the door like a cowboy in those old movies, arms spread like a cactus and legs wide enough to throw a large ball under, and makes his way towards me. "Uh Lance, would you be kind enough to direct me to your shower" he smirks, all while attempting to not add to the vomit.

He still hates me I know it.

I meet his gaze and apologetically point in the direction of the bathroom, "I'm such an idiot, I'm so sorry Adrian it's all-" I'm cut off by Adrian before I can properly apologise for his new not so loved attire. "Hey lance its fine don't worry about it" he chirped trying to look as if he doesn't care, a few seconds later he looked away and smiled a disgusting forced smile.

I was right obviously he hates me.

Adrian awkwardly walks off into my bedroom and I head towards the kitchen looking for a clothe to clean up the mess. I hear the heavy pitter-patter of the shower as I tug open the first drawer find not a clothe but a knife. I intently stare at the knife, I can feel it calling me, lance pick me up, use me, you deserve it right, lance?! I try to remind myself that I promised Adrian I wouldn't, that he would probably hate me more if I did but the pull of the knife is too strong and I soon find it within my grasp.

I stroke the sharp blade running it along my finger tips looking for the perfect place to dive into my pink flesh. I trace down my arm with the back of the knife, down my neck, down my chest only stopping at my stomach. I peel up my jumper to just above my chest and hold it up with my teeth finding a particularly thin bit of skin where I can properly carve out the perfect shape. I aim for an old bruise and slowly push it in. Watching the warm blood trickle down my side, twisting and turning the blade before swiftly pulling it away revealing little star like cuts. I marvel at my creation before disposing of the evidence via tap water and clothe.

* * *

I can hear splats, crashes, and bangs exploding from the bathroom followed by a few curse words and a head popping out from behind the wall. "Ah Lance could I by any chance, you know, borrow some clothes" he stuttered with an oddly embarrassed look on his face. With a mixture of embarrassment and shock I spluttered out an answer "of cour-yes",
"I mean yes". Adrian giggles at my failure with the English language receiving the least embarrassed scowl I can give as I make my way into my bedroom. Great, my clothes are even too small for me how are they meant to fit Adrian's sculpted body. I head directly to my draw pulling out everything that's even the slightest to big for me: a large-ish pair of shorts, my biggest oversized jumper, and a stretched pair of underwear.

Gathering all the items into a ball and sitting them under my arm as I stride towards the connecting bathroom door. Before barging in I give a few a warning knocks and open the door only enough to hand Adrian the clothes and get out without seeing any of him, since I would probably freak. Adrian takes the clothes and once again shuts the door only to open it a few minutes later completely dressed.

I look him up and down pausing around the crotch and butt area without him noticing instead noticing a few things myself: the shorts have turned into short-shorts/booty shorts, the jumper almost fits him properly, and bunches of wet dark blue hair cover his right eye. Damn. I remove my eyes from their current position, instead placing them on Adrian's face, a deep red blush sewn across all his features and even dripping onto his neck along with stubborn droplets of water.

His blush seems to be infectious because I can feel it leaping from his face to mine. "Umm thanks for the clothes lance" he murmurs, "no-no worries" I shakily reply.

"Can we watch that movie now?" he pleads.

"Yeah, of course" I answer.

We left my bedroom and sat down in front of the television on my bright blue lounge, I reach for the remote and begin scrolling through the Netflix homepage. I select the matrix, press play, and throw the remote onto the shaggy red carpet; the moment the movie starts Adrian's legs find mine and we sit with our sides pressed against one another.

Maybe he doesn't hate me?

OMG! I ACTUALLY UPDATE, I apologise for it being so short but I've been busy lately. I'll most likely go through later on and add more to the shorter chapters but there won't be any major changes.
Plus big thanks to my friend malheureuse_ also her friend AnneValerious and anyone who actually reads this.
Yours Jas .3.