Two Player Game - Boyf riends

Level 6

Player 2

I almost ran home and walked quickly upstairs but then I heard voices

I heard Michael laughing and I heard Rich talking and laughing aswell

I listened outside

"You're literally the best" I heard Michael laugh

"Michael! Stop!" I heard as they both erupted into laughter

"Creeping on your friends?" My dad said

"N-no" I said as I opened the door

I wish I didn't

Michale was sat up on my bed and Rich was sat right next to him with there hands linked together

"Hey Micha, how are you feeling?" I asked ignoring Rich

"I'm better now Rich came over" he said

"Oh that's good," I said as he turned back to Rich and they continued talking

They were both smiling and laughing hands touching

I interrupted their conservation quickly not baring to just sit there

"Michael can I talk to you alone?" I asked

"Sure, Rich do you mind?"

"Nah, go for it" He said leaving

"Are you feeling okay, when did Rich get here?"

"About five minutes before you, I'm feeling better now" he said smiling comfortably

"I want to help... your mum... Sydney"

"Jeremy I don't know... how?" He asked as his face fell

"Connor gave me this address, you have to go and interview your situation and they could come meet your mum and help her, to help you"

"Jeremy... I don't know"

"You can't stay here forever, as much as I'd love that, you can't and I want to help you"

"Yeah I understand"

I leant forwards putting his hand into mine and interlocking our fingers

"Think about it... you can stay here as long as you want too but your mums need you too"

"Yeah... I want to see them"

"Will you come with me?" He asked

"Of course!"

Michael's face has softened and I squeezed his arm tighter

"Jeremy can we talk just y'know casual talking"

"Yeah? Is something up" I said as Michael suddenly seemed nervous and his began digging his nails into his palm of the hand and he looked down looking uncomfortable

"Hey, it's alright you can talk to me?" I said grabbing his hand which was uncomfortably warm

I squeezed his hand softly staring at his small hand again and interlocking our fingers

He leaned onto my shoulder and his eyes filled with tears

"Hey Micha, What is it?" I said softly

"Was it Rich? Are you feeling ill?" He said

He mumbled something into my shoulder

"What?"

He went quiet and I held him, I held him against my chest

He was so comfy and he held onto me and then he began to sob quietly