If lies could be read

Unlocking a door

Clyde's P.O.V

Why would he say that, why would I beat him up. Oh I know what this is. "Wait are you under the impression that...." I trail off and chuckle to myself.

He gives a questioning look.
"You think that I'm a homophobe?" My laugh is pretty uncontainable. I'm literally gripping my stomach. He looks pretty pissed off. I manage to compose myself.
"You have no idea how wrong you are." I state as seriously as I can.

He looks at me curiously with a dash of annoyance."You wanna skip last lesson with me?" He thinks for a moment then hesitantly agrees.
"Fine then but I'll still be keeping an eye on you." He says sternly.

"What are we gonna do?" asks Kevin As we walk down the empty halls.

"Hmmm do you wanna come to my house?"
"Sure but this better not be a trap." He's still a bit anxious.
As we walk out of the school I begin to talk "You know that I wouldn't beat you up" I say reassuringly.

He faces me and raises an eyebrow. "That's exactly what you would say if you were going to beat me up."

"Well I wouldn't because you're nice. You didn't tell Bebe that you already knew me." I can't hold back the smile. I'm almost acting like myself I'm not putting on this smile it's real and it feels good as hell.

"I don't even see what the big deal is why the hell would you not want her to know?"
I want to tell him everything, he seems like someone I can trust, someone I can talk to.
I'll unlock my door of depression. "Ok you've got yourself into deep shit now." I mumble in a grave tone as I open my front door.

It's meant to be a joke but he seems to have taken it seriously. I glance at him and he has a hint of fear in his eyes. Lucky my dad isn't home, he's most likely at the pub.

I take Kevin's wrist and drag him to my room, he has no idea what's going on.
Probably thinks I'm kidnapping him.
I pull him in and lay on the bed.

"If this is where you kill me can you please tell Esther that I want my figurines buried with me." His voice has gone higher in pitch I can tell he's scared.
I pat the spot next to me on the bed.

"What?" confusion is very clear in his voice. "Lay next to me." I say as I again pat the spot.

He reluctantly paces towards my bed and lays on his back. 
"Is this part were you grab a knife and stab my thigh?" He asks as he tenses up.

I turn to him with a shocked expression.
"What the actual fuck no. I'm doing much worse."  Kevin's breath hitches.

"I'm going to pour my heart out and you have to listen to the whole thing." I conclude.

"Oh no not a depressing sob story" he says sarcastically.
"I've had enough of those to last a life time" at least this tells me he's calmed down.

"Well it all started in the year of 2014 everything was fine the 10 year old me was popular, happy and best of all I was, and still am the hottest guy in class." Kevin scoffs. I can't help but smile at this he's quite adorable.
"So my mom used to tell me every single day,
'we've been through this countless times Clyde you left the toilet seat up again what If I had fallen in start listening to me put it down'" I may have overly exaggerated her voice.

"She even came to my school once just for me to put it down. You can't imagine how embarrassing it was." Kevin sniggers.

"Right so I was only about 10 years old how was I meant to know that leaving a seat up was going to hurt anyone?" "As I was going about my day my mum screams from the bathroom." I take a deep breath. Kevin looks at me expectantly. "What happened?" He asks like a kid hearing a story from their grandpa.

"When I entered I saw a horrible sight that no kid should see. My mother was stuck in the toilet and I would soon find out it was the only thing keeping her alive." I feel a tear drip down my cheek.

"It was all my fault I basically killed my mother by not listening to her. She would tell me everyday to put the toilet seat down but I never listened. I never listened...." I trail off and I'm properly crying. I can feel an arm wrap around my shoulders.
"Hey how were you meant to know that it would kill her."
"That's not the point I didn't listen to her I should have, why am I such a retard?" I sob.

"Hey come on Clyde don't you still have more stories to tell?" Asks Kevin.
I nod "yes I do" I sniffle.

"I'm assuming Bebe told you how I'm captain of the football, the quarter back. Well you'll never guess it but I fucking hate football I barely even like sports except for basket ball." I admit feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.
"Are you serious?" Kevin is so stunned it's as if he just watched a bird piss. "Yep I may be good at it but I honestly don't care for it that much." I say. "And ever since what happened to my mom I haven't been the same. I've been depressed and unhappy with my life. Bebe doesn't listen to me she treats me like a toy."

I'm not crying anymore. It feels good to just talk and get this out. "Thanks for just listening," I say shyly.
"Aww it's okay I didn't really have much of a choice." I look at him as if I'm about to cry but it's just a joke.

"I'm kidding I would have listened anyway so the kidnapping wasn't necessary."
I give him a tight hug so that he can't get out.
"Can't breath."
I loosen the grip slightly and he hugs back.

"Ehm *gay*" he pretends to cough. "That's rich coming from you" we both laugh. "So I'm having a party here tonight and I figured that since you bebes 'GBF' you should come."

I hope he does. "Hmm I'll need a better reason then that."
"Fine then I really want you to come because you're the only one I can really talk to so please please please show up." I dramatically plead.

"Wow such a heart felt gesture. Fine I'll come but only if you stop blaming yourself for your mother's demise." Wow he's good.

"Fine then deal." I turn to face him and we shake hands "deal" he repeats.
"Anyway it's only fair that you listen to my sob story seeing as I listened to yours."
He has a sob story. "You don't seem like the type to have a sob story."
"Well neither do you" he retorts.
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