The Journey[BoyxBoy]

Chapter Six: Distractions and Déjà vu

Billy's P.O.V.

I walked on the perfectly maintained grass, resisting the urge to look back into those sad, blue eyes. The guilt was eating away at my stomach as I went into my house but I just ignored it. Inside, even though there was light shining through all the thinly veiled windows, it was dark and lonely. No one was home, of course. Mom and Dad must have picked up another shift at the hospital. I didn't know why I was surprised. They hadn't been home for more than twelve hours for weeks. They practically lived at the damn hospital. I hadn't had a real conversation with them since Christmas, the first holiday they had off since I was twelve. That gave me a whole lot of free time. Most boys my age would go drinking or partying but I didn't have the guts to do any of that so I got a job with the Hartman's. The job was great, wasn't much pay but they feed me most nights. But now with Spencer, I probably wasn't going to stay for dinner much more. Whenever I just looked at him, all I could see was his beautiful, sculpted body. The fact that I could have thrown him on this bed right in front of me and had my way with him filled with a bitter regret. But I just had to stare at those bruises. I didn't care about them. Well that's not entirely true. He was so sweet and nice. How could anybody hurt him? I wanted to know who did it so I could kick their teeth in but he wouldn't tell me. He didn't trust me. I didn't think he trusted anybody. I just wished he trusted me. I would take care of him. Tears would never again well up in those pretty eyes of his because of me. I wanted to tell him that this morning but that look on his face killed me. That look of hurt. I couldn't get that out of my head. I was going to spend the rest of my time with him, trying to get him to trust me. Maybe feel the same way I felt about him. I spent the rest of the day, thinking of ways to get closer to him. My only interruptions were my stomach growling, begging me to feed it.

I went down to the kitchen, to find something to eat. All that was in the fridge were two eggs and a half a jar of pickles. I looked in the cabinets to find a box of stale old cereal. Crap, all the stores in town were closed because it was Sunday. No way could I go over to Hartman's. My pride was too great for that. So I ended up making eggs and had a pickle on the side. Tomorrow after school since I was off, I would go to the store and get more food. It had been so long since I had eaten at home that I forgot that we had almost nothing to eat. For tonight, I would settle for stale cereal. After dinner, I fell asleep early; hoping tomorrow would be a better day.

I jerked away at the sound of my alarm going off. I groaned as I smacked it with unnecessary force. I laid there for a moment, adjusting my eyes to the light shining through my window. Fragments of my dreams still lingered on my sleepy mind. I smiled as I thought of them. I remembered Spencer was in them. I think we were kissing. Yeah, we were. I wondered if his lips are as soft as they were in my dreams. My mind drifted back to my dream, going further and further until I completely aroused. Shit, I don't have time for this. Ugh. I got up and went to go take a shower. I put the water all the way on cold to make my problem go away. It didn't. I jacked off, thinking of Spencer. Afterwards, I finished quickly getting ready. I missed the bus so I had to walk to school. Well more like run. By the time, I got to school I had five minutes till the bell rang and I was sweaty with no breath. I had no athletic ability at all. Walking into the school, I ran into Mrs. Hartman and Spencer. They were coming out of the main office.

"Hey, sweetie." Mrs. Hartman greeted in surprise.

"Hi." I said, trying to be smooth.

"Hey." Spencer said, looking at me almost in the eye. I looked up at him in shock. He never said anything to anybody first. Then my cheeks went bright red as I thought about what just transpired not even twenty minutes ago.

"Hey, Spencer." I said, hoping he couldn't see my blush.

"Well, I got to get back to store. Billy can you make sure Spencer gets to where he needs to be?" Mrs. Hartman asked me. I looked at the blushing Spencer and nodded, saying, "Yes, ma'am." That would give me a great excuse to be around him, at least for today.