Walking Sins (BoyxBoy)

Curiosity Killed the Cat

Poorly edited, but I've been keeping y'all waiting long enough
Please know I wrote all the previous chapters so we could finally get here
Erik^^

I was reduced to so-called house arrest.

As it turned out, Mom hadn't taken it too great when I had called her back and explained that I was at Erik's house working on an assignment. So now, at this point in time at least, I was to inform her of my location, time spent there, and time returning for the definite future. This had unfortunately carried on for the last two weeks.

Because seventeen year old boys could never play it too safe in the big bad world.

William had not spoken about Stephanie in any way, shape, or form since telling her - which admittedly was a little suspicious - and had instead been studying and working on improving his grades. (What!?)

To say I was shocked would be an understatement, I had been friends with Will since grade school, had always known him as the person to procrastinate and not care about anything, and all of a sudden he was trying?

Maybe telling Stephanie earlier wouldn't have been such a bad idea after all. Perhaps the the insufferable Will I knew would have been completely different - alas, I couldn't take back time and I would be left wondering for the rest of my sad and miserable days.

Allison was back to her normal self. Relief came strongly with that; we didn't speak, mention, or reference the dating debacle or the breaking up, and now, we were better than ever.

School itself passed without hassle, Ms. Chinn continued being a hard ass with random soft spots, Mr. Raymos was worse than ever and Mr. Trasp still gave Erik shit whenever he laughed at my flared nostrils.

Erik was a different matter altogether. We worked on our project in class and at his house when I wasn't working, I continued to try and steal his phone (with no success thus far), and we became generally closer. I had to accept in this time that the simple crush I had on Erik had blossomed into serious romantic feelings. This particular realization, I wasn't the most fond of.

There was nothing wrong with Erik. He was perfect really. But I knew I was stitching myself up for failure. For hurt and angst and whatever else came with unrequited love.

Not that I could say I loved Erik - we had only known each other for a few short months after all - but I certainly held him with deep affection. Potentially, I could love him, yes. But that wasn't a thought I wanted to devote too much time to.

The man on my mind was next to me at our table, Allison and Will across from us as usual. They were deep in discussion about God only knows what, Erik was reading, and currently I was sitting spaced out on the chair forgetting everything.

It was a good system, my friends were around me, the chatter from the rest of the school was enough to distract me from my thoughts and Erik's leg was just barely touching me, generating enough warmth to keep me satisfied. There weren't any of the magical tingles, but he was there, and by the feel of things, wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

But Erik was indeed warm. Not hot - physically, yes. But Erik was like a camp fire. The ones in winter; the fires that warmed you from the outside in. The kind s'mores were cooked on, a fire that breathed laughter into life; a fire that you couldn't look away from. Erik was a toasty warm fire that was spreading to me.

I yawned, lifting my arms up and cracking my shoulders with loud and satisfying pops. Erik's head snapped up, his face morphed into disgust as he shrunk away.

"Why?" He shivered.

I laughed putting my elbows on the table as I cracked my knuckles, then my neck, once I was done and Erik looked completely horrified I pulled out my special move. I opened my mouth, angling my head to the side slightly and clicked my jaw to the right. The resounding crack had Erik's hands clenching uncomfortably.