Walking Sins (BoyxBoy)

The Ballet

Sorry for the wait.
I hope y'all like it, I'm excited about this one
Sassie^^

I moped for the next week. Erik seemed to understand and kept his distance. Some part of me wanted him to defy me, just so I could be closer to him, but a stronger part of me wanted nothing to do with him. Even if that part was all lies.

But it hurt not to have him around, it hurt even more to see him so happy around everyone else.

Erik was an enigma. He was positive and optimistic and everything I wished I could be. His grades were perfect, everyone loved him, he loved everyone. All in all, he was normal.

I was very much not.

Will and Allison were still going strong, into the mushy part of their relationship where they couldn't do anything without the other. I want to be happy for them, even if it was gross to watch, but I couldn't.

I was completely uncaring of everything that wasn't Erik.

Sassie has some idea about giving him space. After I apologised for the argument and eventually broke the seal to yet another person, she started coming up with ideas.

She was a scheming devil but I was glad she was there. Between work and home and school, Cassandra was probably the only positive thing right now. Even if most of her ideas involved me running into Erik's arms and riding into the sunset together.

I had been to Sam's almost everyday. He was placed on the same pedestal as Sassie. We would spend most of our time playing chess, chatting or cooking for his abundance of customers.

Sam was also optimistic about the entire ordeal, and considering how old he was and how much I hadn't thought he'd have progressed with the times, he was now an integral part of my life.

Who would've thought that a guy as old as Sam would be considered the one of the best friends of a seventeen year old gay boy?

Work was annoying as ever. Customers pissed me off more-so than usual; Allison's dad still gave me the stink eye everytime I walked in and Tim was as annoying as ever. Even if I had started to like his company, that would never change.

But I had realised that cooking was much more my forte than making coffees.

My parents stuck to their usual routine, my mom would still yell about anything and everything, and my dad would simply agree because he had no sense of individuality.

I sat in my room, laying in my blanket cocoon and hoping that I wouldn't be bothered. Turns out my hopes warranted nothing because there was a knock on the door.

I mumbled a 'come in' and watched Sassie stick her head through the door. Her hair was loose and hanging around her face, seemingly styled. It had me doing a double check, considering she didn't look like her normal slob self.

"Are you wearing makeup?"

She looked embarrassed. "None of your business, fart face."

We continued staring at each other, neither of us speaking but none of us leaving. "Did you want something?"

She sighed. "I'm going to the ballet and I have a spare ticket, Mom wants me to take you so you can get out of your depression hibernation."

I groaned into my pillow. I didn't want to go to the fucking ballet. The last thing I wanted to see was people being graceful and elegant when I hadn't washed my hair in a week.

"No."

"It's not your choice, you gotta come otherwise you're going to boarding school, Mom's words not mine."