Moving Forward

Chapter 6: Harry Johnson

           

I was hoping that Caleb wasn't in my room when I got out of the shower but there he was. His arms were folded with the same cute glare that he always had when he was upset. This time however, it looked more serious than any other time.

"Hey, you are wearing the clothes I bought," I said trying to calm him down but it obviously did not work. He walked up and pushed me in my wet chest, making a small squish as I almost lost my footing.

"Hey man! That's abuse," I stated holding on to my towel.

"Why would you do that?" He yelled, "Chris is an amazing guy and all you are going to do is treat him like he is less."

"Whoa, whoa," I said putting my hand up in defense, "First and foremost, I would never treat Chris like that. You know I don't do anything like that so why would that even come out your mouth?"

"You don't mean to Harry but you do," he said not even hiding how deeply upset he is, "I just don't want you to hurt Chris. He is a very important part of why Darrius and I are together. They are like brothers and if you hurt him, it's going to affect my relationship. So, it would be best for you two to just leave it as it is."

I stared at him with my eyebrows together and my lip turned up. I took in a deep breath and said, "Naw."

He blinked and his eyes widen as he repeated, "No?"

"Nope," I stated seeing his white glow turning red as I approached him, "Caleb you can't tell me to do anything. Chris and I are both adults. If I want Chris, I want Chris. I've been wanting him for a long time and you know this."

He rolled his eyes and I said, "Don't disrespect me and if you roll your eyes again I will knock your ass into next week."

He looked straight at me now, still having that attitude written across his face. There were times when Caleb would get beside himself and think that he is older. That's when I have to turn into the bad guy. Caleb wasn't a spoiled kid, he just didn't know when to keep his opinions to himself. Especially when it came to me and relationships.

"Caleb your concerns are appreciated," I said placing a hand on his shoulder, "But don't ever feel like you can tell me what to do. That's where I have to put my foot down. I don't always need you telling me what I'm doing wrong. Like I told you last night, I am trying. I really shouldn't have to even explain things to you because I am taking care of you."

His face softens as it turns back to it's natural color. I continued, "I love you and I'm glad you care a lot about Chris. I will never try to intentionally hurt him. I finally have something with him. If it turns into more than all the better. However, right now we are casual."

I looked at him, still trying to get use to the new scar on his eye. He rubbed it and I cringed because it still hadn't really closed. It was small but it still made me want to kick that dudes ass that jumped him.

"Can you stop doing that," I told him, "Like it's making me want to slap a band aid on your face again."

"Darrius likes it," he stated smiling, probably forgetting what we were talking about.

"He says that so he can keep sleeping with you."

He glared at me and punched me in my chest again before leaving the room. However, he stopped in the doorway and said, "Side note for your safety. Chris isn't like all the other men you have dated. He can literally destroy everything in sight if he gets mad enough. Well, that is what Darrius told me. So be careful with his feelings."

I grinned and said, "Don't worry little brother. I got this. Besides, we should be really thinking about your party next week."

I let my towel drop and Caleb instantly regret staying in my room. He covered his eyes to close the door as I approached him.