What It Takes To Move On (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 10

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Each and every person who has read this story has permission to throw pies at me because I said I would update last Friday and it is now the followuing Sunday. In my defence, I did just arrive in Australia and I have been busy seeing family and going site seeing, but a promise is a promise and I let you guys(Yes, all 8 of you) down, so I'm sorry. Without any further delay, here is chapter 10 of WITTMO. Enjoy!

Chapter 10

               “Morning Afters” are always awkward. It’s not as if last night Jamie and I had sex. Oddly, it felt a bit more personal than that. Watching someone you’ve known for merely less than a week cry himself to sleep after asking to spend the night in your room was bound to heave a trail of awkwardness the next morning.

               I woke up earlier than him. Once I’d gathered the willpower to get out of bed, I made my way to the bathroom and washed up, but not before I grabbed a sweater to avoid the slight chill in the room.

               When my morning routine was finished, I realized that Jamie was still sleeping. I wasn’t sure whether I was supposed to leave him here on his own, or wait for him to get up. It didn’t seem right just leaving him by himself, but sitting there staring at him until he woke up could’ve end up really awkward.

               I decided I would wait 10 minutes, and if he didn’t awake by then, I would leave. I got on to folding clothes and tidying the room as I waited impatiently for Jamie to come out of his deep slumber. I was getting hungry.

               7 minutes later, I had gathered all the loose articles of scattered clothing and folded them into a neat stack. While pulling open the drawer in the wooden dresser, I made a bit more noise than I anticipated. As a result, Jamie stirred in his sleep. When I turned around to assess the damage that the squeaky drawer had cause, Jamie was already awake. He was staring at me with sleepy eyes.

               “Good morning.” I smiled. Jamie shuffled his way out of the covers.

               “G’morning.” He mumbled, as he rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair.

               I waited for him to wash up and once he was finished, side by side, we made our way down stairs.       

               From the time Jamie had awoken from his somehow death-like slumber to the time that reached the bottom of the last step, Jamie seemed somewhere between life and death. His soul was barely hanging onto his flesh. But, once we reached that last step, Jamie was Jamie again (kind of).

               In the kitchen, he was joking around with the others and making fun of a sleepy Cole. You wouldn’t believe that a minute ago he was a mess, except for the few seconds he would stare off into space with an emotionless expression every now and then.

               Axel wasn’t at breakfast that morning. In fact, he was the only one missing from the breakfast table. Nobody mentioned anything about it.

               Everyone either knew what happened or knew better than to say anything. Even Roger was smart enough to keep his nose out of this one. Everything was ordinary, or rather, it was trying really hard to be. Alongside the usual morning chatter, there was a tense aura hovering over the dining table. Actually, now that I realize it, we never ate breakfast together. And Cole was never up this early either. I guess I wasn’t the only one to hear last night’s argument between Jamie and Axel. In a way, this was everyone’s way of comforting Jamie.