Awkward (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 10

Wait, In Damien's bed? How did I get here? I sat up and saw that I had been tucked under the covers. I yawned and stretched, then jumped a little when the bedroom door swung open. Damien stood at the door grinning.

"Morning Sunshine," he said.

"How long did I sleep?" I asked, slightly frantic.

"Your phone was on the bed when you fell asleep and your mom called so I answered and asked her if you could stay the night over since you seemed like you were pretty wore out and she said it was fine. So, yeah. It's the next day."

I was a little confused. It was hard to understand things when you were still half asleep.

"Oh," was all I could think to say at first. Then, "How did I get up here?"

I saw Damien's cheeks get faintly pink before he said, "I moved you. My bed is comfier than that thing." He was pointing at the futon, where I had originally fallen asleep.

"Oh," I said again. Then panick rushed though me and I asked, "Where did you sleep?"

I hoped he didn't sleep with me. That would have just been weird. And wrong. He can't just sleep with me without my permission. But at the same time, if he didn't sleep on the bed,he probably slept on the futon. And he even just said that the bed was comfier. I didn't want to take his bed when he could have taken it. I was perfectly fine on the futon.

"I slept on the futon."

"You didn't have to do that. You should have just left me there. Or better yet, you should have woke me up and sent me home."

"It's cool man. Sarah told me that you'd had a bad day at home the day before yesterday. And your mom didn't sound too cheery, so, yeah."

Crap. What had Sarah told him? She said she wasn't going to tell him that I told my parents. She was going to get it if she did...

"What did Sarah tell you?" I asked, anxious to know.

"She just said you had a bad day and that she thoguht that might be why you kept zoning out so much, and why you fell asleep." He chuckled at the lat part. I sighed in relief. She hadn't let me down.

"So, uh, if you don't mind my asking, what happened? Like, why'd you have a bad day?" Damien asked shyly.

"I-- um, I don't really want to talk about it." Tears were beginning to fill my eyes. This time Damien noticed. He walked over to the bed and sat next to me on it.

"Hey, it's okay. You can tell me. What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"I'm not." I sniffed. Technically I wasn't. My eyes were just watery... Really watery.

"Ember, I can see it. You have tears in your eyes. Will you please tell me what's wrong? What happened?"

"No, I-- I'll tell you some other time. S'not really important," I said, getting a hold on my emotions. I was determined to not cry in front of Damien.

"It obviously is," Damien siad stubbornly.

"Fine, it is sort of important. To me anyways. But I still don't want to talk about it."

"Well fine. But when you do want to talk about it, I'll be listening," Damien said softly. It made me blush a little.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because," Damien said. His cheeks became very red. He was turning into a tomato. "I care about you. I want to know what's wrong, because obviously somethings hurting you. And I don't like seeing you like that." He was looking down and fumbling with a loose thread on the comforter. He was almost whispering by the end of what he said. I felt my cheeks heat up a hundred degrees hotter than they already were. My face was burning and now I was sure I looked even more like a tomato than Damien had.