Bi-Curious (BoyxBoy)

♠︎ Chapter 17 • '39 ♠︎

Bi-Curious
Chapter 17
"'39"

Ethan

I pull up to campus, my car packed full of all my shit since I plan to move in with Charlie after school. I feel so giddy about it already and I can't wait. I'm not sure if he'll sleep with me every night, but I hope he does; I always sleep better when I'm with him.

I get to class five minutes late and notice that Charlie isn't there. I shrug it off and sit down, pulling out my new sketchbook. I've been drawing Charlie a lot, his face, his back, him in a cowboy getup, and him in a pirate getup (I can't wait to show him that one). He's my only muse now a days. Hell, he's the only thing I think about.

Half an hour passes and Charlie still isn't here. At this point, I'm starting to worry. I hope Tony hasn't done anything to him. If something happened and I wasn't there to help him, I'd never forgive myself.

I pull out my phone to text him.

Ethan: hey, you alright?

I don't get a response and after ten minutes, I'm starting to really worry so I stand up, gather my stuff, and leave the classroom without a word. I get in my car and drive to his place, running up the stairs two at a time.

I use my key to unlock the door and call out to him. "Charlie?"

"E-Ethan?" Charlie asks, leaning on the door of his bedroom. He looks like a ghost, wearing a robe and slippers. His hair is everywhere and he hasn't shaved, leaving him with scruff. He rubs his eyes, his nose red.

"Oh my god." I speed walk to him and pull his arm around me so he can lean his weight on me. "You didn't come to class and you didn't answer my text, so I got worried." I walk him back to the bed and sit him down. "Damn, you look like shit."

"Oh, fuck, don't look at me," he croaks, his voice deeper than normal.

"No, no." I cradle his face. "It's okay. You're still my sexy pirate. Are you sick?"

"Yeah. Very." He sniffles before pushing me off. "You can't be in here! I'm probably contagious!"

I scoff and lean against the wall. "I've never been sick in my life. I'll be fine, plus someone needs to take care of you and as someone with two younger siblings, I deem myself your new nurse."

"You don't have to. As someone who had to work as some type of parent for Xander and myself at a young age, I can assure you that I can take care of myself. If you get sick because of me, I'll feel awful. Plus, you said that you'd start going to class." He hugs himself.

"I know you can take care of yourself." I walk over and run my fingers through his sweaty hair. "I want to help. Please let me."

"Fine." He crosses his arms.

"Fantastic. Have you eaten?"

"No, not really. Everything I eat comes back up..."

"Have you tried soup?" I ask, rubbing his back. "Bread or crackers?"

"Uh... crackers. No soup. I already tried chicken noodle." Charlie frowns.

"Okay, you don't need to eat if you don't want to, but I'll bring some for you to munch on if you do. Water too, you need to drink lots of fluids." I tell him and head to the kitchen. I grab the stuff and bring it back to his room and set it on his nightstand. "Would you prefer to sleep or watch something?"