Counting My Lucky Stars [BoyxBoy]

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Chapter Tres

“Hey, kid, are you alright?” I heard and I moaned, trying to smack the person who was trying to disturb my beauty sleep. Curse you to hell, demon! I felt shaking at my shoulder and I turned away from it, taking the blanket that was under me and wrapping it around myself, blocking myself from view.

“Leave me alone, Mommy. I want more sleep,” I grumbled and tried my hardest not to wake up when I felt more shaking. “What do you want?” I groaned and pushed the person away from me, then snuggled back into the sheets that smelled oddly of mint and vanilla. My nose wrinkled, that wasn’t what my sheets smelled like. My sheets smelled like sugar and gumballs. “Did you change the detergent, mommy?” I whispered.

I heard a deep laugh and I instantly shot out of the bed and scooted to the far end, my heart beating quickly. “Stay back! I’ll call the cops on you! Don’t make me use this…” I looked around quickly and only saw a pencil; quickly grabbing it off of a notebook I bared it at him. “I’ll gorge your eyes out with this pencil!”

The beautiful guy before me rolled his eyes and easily took the pencil away from me, and picked up the notebook, or was it a sketch book?, and put it on a few stacked up boxes. I blinked and once realization hit me, I blushed. “You know, usually I don’t let a strange man into my bed without knowing his name. My name’s Angel,” he said lightly to me.

I looked at him for a second and looked deeply into his pretty blue eyes. “Uhh… my friends call me Baby Jay,” I whispered out lightly, clutching my monster hoodie.

Angel raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Baby Jay, huh? Is it ‘cause you’re so tiny that they named you that?” he asked.

I looked at him in confusion for a second before throwing a small pillow at him. “No! It’s because my eyes are dark blue, and I’m short. It’s supposed to be Baby Blue Jay, but that’s too long, so it’s just Baby Jay,” I told him, glaring. Once I looked over him, my glaring stopped and I smiled. “You don’t have a nickname?” I asked with a large smile.

He raised an eyebrow and shook his head slowly. “No, you can’t really put Angel into a nickname, since it’s already a pet-name anyway. But my parents were in their religious state when they decided to name me Angel,” he shrugged.

I smiled even wider, showing off my small pearly whites. “I know! I’ll call you Angie!” I squealed and jumped into his arms and laid my head on his shoulder. “You’re hot, by the way. But I think someone like you would already know that,” I smiled and climbed out of his arms.

Angie blinked a few times and shook his head. “How old are you?” he made it sound insulting.

I pouted and played with my hoodie strings. “I’m sixteen, almost seventeen, you?” I asked with a light smiled once I looked up at him.

He chuckled and shook his head, ruffling my hair. “I just turned seventeen, twerp,” he smiled at me.

I snarled and moved away from him. I was tired of people making fun of me. I was just being myself for crying out loud!

I slapped his arm and huffed, turning my head away from him in anger. “I am not a twerp,” I said to him. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some more boxes to help bring in,” I told him and walked out of his room. I felt someone tug on my arm; frustrated by that, I tugged my arm back. I was no ones to control! “I’m not a puppet,” I growled at him.

Angel chuckled and shook his head. “I never said you were, Baby Jay,” he said my nickname with a smirk, immediately bringing my face aflame. What the halibuts? I don’t blush! I’m too awesome to blush! Noooo! This is almost as bad as when I watched Star Wars and Luke found out Darth Vader was his father. This called for a dramatic ‘no’ing session, pronto!

“You never said I wasn’t, either, Demon!” I yelled at him. “I don’t know why your parents named you Angel, you’re a horrible, horrible person,” I mumbled and walked down the stairs. I smiled at Rick and Gloria as I helped them unload the last few boxes; neither of their sons seemed to help them with. “Gloria, do you know how evil your son is? He’s controlling; why did you name him Angel!? He’s nothing close to one,” I mumbled and scowled at the bug that was walking across the pavement.

I heard her chuckle and shake her head. “Angel is just a normal teenage boy, deary, he doesn’t mean any harm,” she smiled and patted my head. Psh! Yeah right! He was totally going to rape me back there.

As I carried the last box in, it seemed as if my arms gave out and just let the heavy box drop on my toes. Thank Jesus that it wasn’t a fragile box! “Owwie!” I nearly screamed at the top of my lungs and pushed the box away, and sat on the ground, hugging my damaged foot.

“What happened!?” someone yelled as they came running down the stairs. I got up immediately and watched as Angel’s head popped around the corner. I smiled sweetly at him and shrugged. “Who got hurt?” he asked me, coming closer.

Again I shrugged, and looked down at the box that was on the floor. “No one, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I told him. “Maybe you’re hearing things or something,” I shrugged and lifted the box again, grunting as I moved it over to the stairs case. I sighed and leaned against the wall. I needed someone to carry this for me. No way in halibuts was I going to be able to lift this to the upstairs bathroom! I looked around the room and I had to move my eyes back to the person standing in front of me, my smile growing wide. “You have muscles!” I shouted, pronouncing the ‘c’ as well.

He looked at me and nodded slowly. “Yeah… What about it?” he asked.

“Can you carry this, I don’t want to hurt myself again,” I groaned.

“So you did get hurt! I knew it!” he pointed at me accusingly.

I gasped and looked around the room. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I said no such thing! You’re argument will not stand up in court. They will never believe you over me,” I smiled at him. He took a step closer, making my smile drop as I looked over his body once again. His light blonde hair fell over his deep green eyes in light waves of pure gorgeousness. Even with his blue plaid shirt rolled to his elbows, you could still see the biceps forming on his arms. His loose skinny jeans fitted him perfectly, shaping his thighs.

He seemed to notice my gaze and took another step closer, making the wind knock out of me as I slammed myself against the wall. “What’s wrong? See something you like?” he smirked.

I shook my head and looked down at the box. “Can you just help me carry it?” I asked and he shook his head slowly. “Prick,” I mumbled and picked up the box, slowly moving it up the steps, making myself look like a Sumo Wrestler with the way I was walking.

Getting to the fifth step, I moaned and set the box back down, it seemed to happen in slow motion as the box slowly slid from the step, down the next one. I shot my foot out, in an attempt to stop it, but I just got me tumbling down with it. I hit each step painfully on my bum and pouted as I hit the carpeted floor. “Owie.”

Angel seemed to think this was amusing, shaking his head as he picked up the box. “You’re fine, man up,” he said to me with a beautiful smile; I nearly fainted again.

Rick stepped into the room at that time and smiled broadly at me. “Why are you on the floor, Jay?” he asked me and I smiled at him, shaking my head.

“Angel pushed me down the stairs!” I said, pointing towards the top of the staircase as I got to my feet.

Rick sighed and shook his head, looking up at the stairs and raised an eyebrow. I quickly turned to see a pissed off Angel looking down at me. “I did no such thing, you little twerp,” he said to me. I rolled my eyes and nodded at Rick.

“He did, I swear!” I exclaimed.

“Angel, go to your room! Come on, Jay, let’s get you a popcicle, and you can be on your way home,” he smiled genuinely at me.

I grinned widely and nodded quickly at him. I turned when Rick walked away and stuck my tongue out at Angel before skipping off after his father.