StoryTeller - PerthSaint Collections

If We Could 05

Chapter 5

Perth sat on his old rusty chair watching him sleep. He had to bring him home a few hours ago just because he had no idea where the other boy lives. He had tried calling Plann earlier knowing that his friend and the new boy were hitting it off ever since he transferred.

He of course had seen them together in school. How could he missed it? The two boys had been hanging out lately and the fact that Plann was Tar's best friend wouldn't really be missed out. But Plann had been evasive for the last couple of hours already and Perth was left with no other options but to bring Saint home.

Of course he had liked driving his car. He had hoped to drive one ever since he was able to learn how. Perth had to thank the boy for being so drunk that he couldn't walked nor drive himself home. However, he hated taking care of drunk people. What was he thinking anyway for bringing him in his home?

Perth shook his head. He should not have done this. A few weeks of knowing this guy doesn't make him his friend. Besides, Saint looks like someone who doesn't do friends or relationships. He then begins to wonder why Plann was suddenly hanging out with Saint, which he wasn't able to do so ever since Tar happened.

Perth sighed watching his eyelashes flutter as he scrunched his face together like a rabbit. He could not deny the fact that he was pretty, if not gorgeous. And then he could vividly remember how he had confessed everything earlier making him the center of teasing for an hour before he had decided that he had enough of it and carried the unconscious boy home.

Of course he had not missed the relieved and worried looked of his friends face earlier. And he could not help but to think of what Plann had said.

"Was he right?" He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Just making an attempt to forget Tar was making his heart clench. How could he? When he had promised him that he wouldn't?

It was his fault in the first place. How could he when he had promised him forever?

Perth abruptly stood up and glared at the sleeping boy. How dare he even come here and cause his heart to go on flutter like that? He swiftly walked out of the room and decided to take a run. Maybe buy something to the corner grocer would help him clear his mind.

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Saint woke up feeling the little roughness of blanket beneath him. It rather felt foreign and knew instantly that it wasn't his bed. Saint cringed as memories of the blonde persuasive guy assaulted him that panic instantly grew inside his chest.

He bolted up, instantly clutching his head in pain. "Damn hangover" he cursed before finally having the strength to look around the room.

Looking down he saw that he was still dressed and was slightly relieved that he had not been raped worse did a consensual drunk sex. He squirmed around studying his body if he could feel soreness or anything foreign- None, which is rather a relief.

The room. It was small, a little unfurnished with a small study table at the corner. He smiled seeing Perth's jersey hanging at the small knob of the wooden closet. Eyes still wandering he saw the few pair of shoes lined neatly beside it. And on the dresser was a few grooming kit.

Perth was an organized man after all. The room was clean Saint couldn't see any traces of dust. Then on the dresser he saw a single picture. A boy with golden brown and wavy hair. Eyes so big it made him looked like a doll. And he was smiling warmly Saint realized why Perth fell in love with him.

Ignoring the little tug when he saw the other boy's picture. Saint pushed himself off the bed and walked toward the covered keyboard stand right beside the dresser. He uncovered it and found some lyric sheets. By the looks of it he knew that those had not been touch for ages, seeing how the ink in there looked so old and blemished already. He took the sheets and stared at if for a while before smiling sadly.