When i woke up, i watched rain fall outside the window for a moment. It was so peaceful, my arms and legs no longer ached as badly as they had the night before, and i was with the one boy i liked.
Speaking of which, i shifted onto my back and tilted my head to the side. Alex was still sleeping next to me, his arm over my chest; which instead of making me feel trapped like it normally would, it made me feel safe.
He began to wake up, shifting his weight as he sat up. He yawned and stretched, and when i didn't move a look of panic began to overtake his face. He looked around the room before his eyes settled on me, laying down next to him, perfectly safe and alive.
The look on his face as he remembered that he'd saved me both embarrassed me and made me like him even more. He leaned down to me, propping himself up on one arm, and kissed me. He wasn't rough like Cole used to be, if anything he was treating me like i was glass.
i kissed back a little, letting him know i wasn't as scarred by Cole as he thought i was. He drew back, blushing a light pink while i was sure my own ears were brilliant red.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, you're probably still pretty fucked up from what Cole did to you; and you probably only kissed back because Cole would hurt you if you didn't kiss him back."
i look away, sitting up and walking over to his room. We'd gone and retrieved my clothes; my actual ones; from Cole's place so i wouldn't have to keep borrowing Alex's clothes. Taking off Alex's shirt that he gave me because mine had blood on it, i slipped on a some-what tight Suicide Squad shirt which read 'Squad Save Us' with the Suicide Squad emblem in the center.
i tugged on my black jeans over my boxers, and quickly put on a pair of short black ankle socks. Deciding to leave my Vans off for the day, i walked back into the living room and flopped down on the couch. Alex wasn't in the room, but i could hear the shower running so i knew he hadn't left without telling me where he was going like Cole used to. He'd always come home drunk out of his mind when he did that.
A/N: The capitalization of i or I shows whether or not Alovkya is depressed.
Shaking off the memory, I click through the channels until I find something good on tv. Love, Simon is playing on HBO, so I click on that channel. Alex walks out about thirty-five minutes later, muttering something about 'some damn spider' and 'how fucking slippery was the floor'. Of course, I'm a emoting mess cause Simon just got outed by that asshole friend of his; I've forgotten his name; and Alex mistakes my tears of sympathy for tears of fear/sadness from when he kissed me.
"Alovkya, dorogaya, are you alright? Is this because of something I did to you?"
I gesture frantically at the television, and he seems to understand.
"So, you wouldn't mind if I asked you something..."
He trails off, but my curiosity is piqued. I look over at him, waiting for his question while my ADD brain runs through all the possibilities.
"WouldyouliketobemyboyfriendIreallylikeyouandIthinkI'mbicurious."
He says it all in a rush, swears in Russian, and repeats a bit slower.
"Would you like to be my boyfriend? I really like you and I think I'm bi-curious."
I blush, not expecting this. I was expecting him to ask me about what Cole would do to me or something like that.
"U-um, sure."
His smile could light up the whole town. Cheesy, I know, but it really could. Seeing him so happy is like a perfect remedy to my trauma. He fidgets for a second, before leaning forward. I lean in too, knowing what he's gonna do and letting him.
