The Youth House[BoyxBoy] & [BoyxGirl]

Chapter 2

**August**

Well, now that I have a diary, I can get this out.

Im in love with Sydnee. 

I have been for a while. I'm not sure if she feels the same, but I plan on finding out. So, I'll write again later, I hate writing, I only do it for school, so see you later...?

Later

I asked her out. I did it. I can't believe it. And she said yes. Well, not exactly, she flung her arms around me. So i'm pretty sure that means yes. And that means she likes me back! Anyway, our moment got runied when the doorbell rang.

After Roger said he'd get it, we sat there staring at each other and smiling, barely saying anything. "Guys!" Roger calls from the front door is. We run to the door. Standing out in the rain is a guy.  He has to be around the same age as all of us. He is dripping wet from the rain.

"I'll go get some towels.." A shocked Sydnee says as she turns and runs up the stairs. "Well let the poor guy in," I say to an utterly speechless Roger. He gulps and helps the boy inside.  

I ask him his name. "B-Blaine." He says as his teeth chattered. Roger is just staring at the kid like he has two heads. Just then, Sydnee arrives with a big fuzzy towel and Monica.

"Oh you poor thing." Monica says as she takes in the dripping mess of a boy in front of her. He smiles at Monica, takes the towel from Sydnee, and takes a look at all of us. "I-Im so g-g-greatful..." He mumbles then he trails off, and before any of us can offer him some cocoa and warm clothes he faints right into Roger's arms.

**Roger**

It's been 6 days since Blaine showed up at our door. He's very sick. He's staying in my room because it's the only room with a spare bed. I've been taking care of him. Everyone else has been too scared of getting sick. I don't care in the least.

There's something about him. Something that is telling me to talk to him, spill to him... trust him.  I'm bringing him some tea in bed. I walk up the stairs as I think about the last few days. He talks a lot, asks a lot of questions. It's okay, for once I don't mind it.

I reach the door and hear him coughing. Poor guy. I open the door, and he's standing near the bed with his arm against the wall, hunched over in a coughing fit. I hastily put the tea down on the desk and rush over to him. I help him stand. He looks so dazed, but he smiles at me. Its that smile I've come to love, even though its a tired smile. I can't wait to see him when he's healthy. Maybe we can .... be friends?

Anyway, I help him back into bed and under the covers. "Why were you trying to get up?" I ask him as I go to get the tea. "I... I don't want to be in bed anymore." He whimpers. That gets on my nerves. I don't like a lot of human emotions, they're just not me. "Don't make that noise." I say as sit on the bed near him and hand him the tea. "I can't help it." He mumbles through sips. He smiles, "This is the perfect temperature". I turn away. I wish he wouldn't look at me like that.

"Okay, I feel better now," he props himself up, "Sit." He gestures to a spot on the bed infront of him. I hesitate. "Come on, I really want to talk to you, I want to get to know you". I hesitate some more then sit where he wants me too.

He smiles, again. "Listen," I start .  "I've been through a lot in my life, and I have some kind of weird problem, so I don't like people all that much." I say it fast, without really looking him in the eye. He puts his hand on mine, I flinch. I'm not used to touching, so why does his touch feel... good? "Its okay, you can talk to me". I look up and meet his eyes.

I'm about to give in, for some strange reason, when he breaks out in a bad coughing fit. I go get Monica. I really hope he gets better soon. I can't stand to see him like this.