Seeing You // boyxboy

Day 6- Jason

I hum 'mambo no. 5' under my breath as I make my bed. Don't ask my why that particular song is in my head at this moment, I think I'm probably going crazy from being watched. Or maybe they're gassing me with something, I think to myself, shrugging at the thought realising I probably wouldn't mind too much.

I mean I'm not going to be doing weed or drinking anytime soon so any type of high is good enough in my book, I think grinning.

It's been 6 days since I got here and honestly it isn't as bad as I made it out to be on the first day. the first 3 days weren't that great as i knew I was being watched and it sorta put me on edge. my shoulders were constantly hunched and I found myself clenching my jaw at random parts of the day. After those few days of uneasiness I finally started to settle into a routine.

I think Arthurs quietness also helped in overcoming this. If I was being spoken too every hour I would probably be lot more strained but over the few days he'd only said one thing to me.

It was my third day and I hadn't barely used the toilet or showered yet and later that day when I was looking longingly at the bathroom door from my bed I heard the boy stutter " hey you can use the um toilet or shower or something if you want i- i said i won't watch" I heard him say as it echoed through the room.

I chuckle at this and reply with " well how do I know you aren't lying?" propping up from my covers and looking at the window, wondering where he was sitting behind the glass.

" Well you'll just have to trust me then won't you" he huffs indignantly from behind a microphone making me grin harder in response as i shake my head and have my well deserved shower.

Since then he hasn't really said anything but in all honesty what was there to say. i really just lived the life of any normal teenager, eating junk food and noodles despite the variety of meals available in the fridge, sleeping for over 12 hours some days and pulling all nighters on others. watching netflix series and using the xbox i'd requested to my hearts content.

Life was pretty good if i did say so myself.

I gaze up from the episode of black mirror when I hear a crackling from the microphone.

"Hey, uh we've got our weekly meeting now um so Is it okay for me to come over?" Arthur says, the tinny crackling of the microphone echoing throughout the room.

" Yeah sure" I say out loud, pausing my episode of black mirror, going to sort out my hair until I realised that Arthur had seen it like this the entire time so there really wasn't much point.

I heard a timid knock on the door and went to answer it. When I opened the door I smiled slightly at the familiarity of another person and let the small man inside.

Arthur immediately sat at the little kitchen table, pulling out a pad of paper and a notebook.

Sitting opposite the brunette I surveyed him for a minute, the wool knit sweater that seemed slightly too big for him, exposing the place between his neck and shoulder. His glasses were also different this time, these ones were brown tortoise shell and made his eyes look a little bigger.

He was kind of cute, in a puppy sort of way I thought to myself.

I would just like to say that i am secure enough in my sexuality that i can call a guy cute and not be gay or anything.

"So I'm just going to ask you a few question, some of them are related to what I've seen in your behaviour over the last few days and some are just general questions that i'll probably repeat over the regular meetings" he paused, eyes focused on sorting the papers around him, mechanical pencil in hand.

I sprawl out on the table, leaning my head on one hand as I watched him, muttering an 'okay'.

"so how are you feeling, just in general?" he asks, finally moving up to meet my eyes and flushing in an instant. I worry for a second that I may have something on my face but the blush passes almost instantaneously and he sits, avidly waiting for an answer.

"Yeah I'm feeling okay, i guess I've kind of settled in and got used to everything now-" he nods and his hand moves fast across the page noting things down. "the first few days I felt a bit on edge but i feel fine now" I finish, wondering if I should really be sharing this with the man who watches me for a living.

"Would you mind explaining why you felt that way?" he replies looking at me once again as i shrug non commitedly, expanding "I don't know its just strange i guess, out of my comfort zone you could say-" he hums in agreement to this and I continue, focusing on the space between his neck and shoulder. "its also like, I know I'm being watched but it doesn't feel like just you? i guess I sound stupid but it just felt like I was being observed by everything ah I'm not making sense" I say, frustrated by how my words couldn't match my thoughts.

"Thats okay, I think I feel the same way"I look up from my glare at the table and meet his brown eyes and nod slightly.

'"Um any feelings of loneliness, isolation?" Arthur asks, seeming as if he was shaking himself out of some sort of stupor.

"No not really, I'm quite used to being on my own anyway" I finish and despite the sadness that could be associated with my words I wasn't sad at all.

I liked being on my own, friendships and relationships are too much hassle. A hassle I would rather not have to deal with in the long run.

Despite what you may think I used to be pretty popular at school. I had a ton of friends I relied on and a pretty close friendship group, my twin brother actually being a part of it.

Me and my brother were pretty close, and no we weren't identical, we'd be each others wingman at parties, share a bedroom and do all those other brotherly things.

The brown curly headed boy seems to take interest in my comment  and takes a little longer writing whatever the hell he was writing down.

"Do I ever get to read what you write" I ask curiously leaning closer over the table to see if I could catch a glimpse of his scrawl.

"None of it would probably be of much interest to you" Arthur laughs genuinely, pulling on his jumper again and my eyes instantly avert their gaze to the spot.

"Um s-so I think thats all the questions I've got" Arthur stutters pulling his sheets back together and getting ready to depart.

"Well why don't you stay for a bit?" i say, leaning back in my chair, legs spread slightly and leaning one arm over the back. I quirk an eyebrow as i watch him gulp and pull his papers to his chest.

"Um I don't really think I'm allowed" he says shrugging and pulling his papers closer to his chest.

"Well no ones here other than us, so it doesn't really matter if its allowed or not" I suggest, getting up and standing next to him.

"maybe next time" he says, voice tight. I nod in understanding and start to lead him out but before he steps out of the door my hand curiously touches the exposed space between his neck and shoulder. The shorter boy immediately prickles and I pull back quickly.

"um sorry, you've just uh, your jumpers too big I um" I say guiltily, facing the brunettes back.

Looks like I've become the stuttering nervous one this time.

I hear a very silent "its okay" before he rushed out of my room into his, getting the tiniest glance of his shock stricken, red face.

Day 6 and I've already managed to embarrass myself.

You'd think embarrassing yourself wouldn't be a problem when your'e staying alone in a room for 8 months.