Ticking clocks and clinking glasses (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 13...

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Love you - Steven Davis

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"What do you mean homeless?!" i couldn't believe my ears. Where was he on the streets for a whole week?

"How long have you been on the streets?"

"A week." Dammit i was right.

"Michael, ugh, why didn't you say something?" he stood quiet. I pushed the questions aside. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to my house while i called my Dad. I hoped that he didn't leave for work yet. He's usually on his way to work around this time.

*Ringing phone*

"... Hello? Dad?"

"Yeah."

"Uhhm. So, listen. My best friend was kicked out of his house."

"Oh really?" My dad wasn't really one to display much expression, especially when it had to do with someone else's problems.

"Yeah, he's been on the streets for two weeks." I had to exaggerate otherwise he might say no.

"Damn..." Yup he's sold.

"Is there any way he could stay over?"

"Well Steven i wish i could help but theres simply no space for him. We live in a one-bedroom apartment. And to provide for him wouldn't be any easier."

"Can we make it work? Please? He's 14 meaning he's eligible for a job so that he can provide for himself; and he can sleep on the couch."

"(He sighs)... Alright fine."

I got home and introduced him to my grandma and Dad.

"Gramma this is Michael. Michael this is my grandmother, Ms. Winnifred. "

"Call me Ms. Winnie."

"Nice to meet you Ms. Winnie." As much as grandma disliked me having friends over, she was actually being very understanding.

"Come gimme ya bag dem."

"T-thanks." I could tell he was nervous.

"Come meet my dad." I gestured. He was in the bedroom getting ready for work.

"Dad this is Michael. Michael, this is my dad, Edson." They shook hands.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Davis." Why was he so nervous around my family? Must be a relationship thing.

"Make yourself at home, Michael." Im so glad that my dad was so accepting of Michaels situation. But he'll probably feel different when he knows our relationship.

Helping Michael get set in wasn't easy. I had to clear a drawer in my dresser for him to put his clothes and personal items in. I also had to help him find a job. We tried various dollar stores and corner stores but we couldn't find anyone hiring.

Then we thought about babysitting, but we weren't sure about the qualifications required to become one. The longer we searched, the more bleak our chances became. After a week passed we decided to take a break from job hunting.

Friday night... Michael's POV

I can't believe how dedicated Steven has become to me. It's weird though, we're only 14 and 13 years old, but our relationships feels more... mature. We take care of each other. Oh god. Only about a month if dating and we've already become an old married couple! The end of the year is coming, and as grateful as i am for what he's doing for me, i can't stay here. At least not for long. I need to talk to my paps.

... This couch is so uncomfortable. I wonder if he fell asleep yet. It's about 12 am on a friday night (saturday morning for you technical fucking assholes.) I want to talk to him, but i don't want to wake his grandmother. I decided to Kik him.

Michael: hey are you up

Steven: yeah, need anything?

Michael: no just wanna talk. Come.

He quietly tiptoed past his grandma, laid on the floor next to the couch. He just sat there quietly on his phone. I looked into it and saw a bunch of calculations for one of the games we play often. I poked him to get his attention.

"Hm?" he seemed so into it so i laid back on the couch on the pillow he gave me. He locked his phone and got up. Then he snuggled up next to me on the couch. It was strange, we were only 14 and 13 years old but our relationship seemed more... mature. I guess we've both been that way. That's probably what drew us together. I've always felt like my brain was about 4 or 5 years ahead of my body, maturity-wise. Steven probably feels the same way.

He snuggled closer to me and hugged my chest. He was warm, and had soft skin. That was one of the things i lov-ADMIRED about him. Yikes, i have to watch that.

Love seems like something i shouldn't be worrying about at age 14. What i need to do is find a way to fix things with my paps. As grateful as i am for Steven doing this all for me i can't stay here. I have to talk to my dad and fix things between us before i become a burden.

I nudged his cheek with my thumb. He moaned, but nothing else.

"Hey..." I nudged him harder. His eyebrows narrowed, and moaned again.

"Hmm...?" He's awake...

"We need to talk." I don't want to do this...

"It can't wait 'till tomorrow?" But i have to...

"No." As much as it'll hurt...

"Hmmhhm... One sec..." It's best for both of us...

I got off the couch and turned on the kitchen light. I took a seat and felt my heart racing...

He sat down rubbing his eyes.

"Is everything oka... (Sigh) okay?" His innocent eyes killed me.

"... I- I..." Fuck. I blacked out. He looked so... venerable. I felt like i was kicking a puppy... in the balls. I simply couldn't do it. At least not yet...

"Michael?" i clicked back into reality to meet his confused yet sweet eyes. I never realized how pretty his eyes were without glasses on... I lost reality again.

"I... Am really grateful that you're doing so much for me." I gave him a reassuring smile. He smiled back and stroked my cheek. Before i could make another thought he lightly strikes me across my face.

"Ow! The fuck?!" I was more surprised than heart warmed.

"I'm really happy to hear that Josh, but that DEFINITELY could have waited 'till morning." He said with an unamused tone. I kind of felt like he wouldn't react that way if he knew what i was really going to say. I should, but the only thing thats best is to wait...