Win You Over (Bxb)

Chapter 6: What Happened

Roman's POV:

I waited outside of the bathroom, leaning up against the wall my hand covered my mouth and my eyes were wide as what I had hust done replaied in my head. What did I just do? Why. Why the fuck did I kiss him? Why did I do that? I didn't even have anything to drink! I was stone cold sober! So why! I ran my hands through my hair just wanting to hide. He is drunk maybe he won't remember that it happened.

I dont know why I did that, something in me moved on its own. Worst of all, I've wanted to do that since the biggining of senior year. My mind kept on racing and thinking when the door opened and Damon came out fully changed. His head hung down and his dark hair covered his face. I screwed up didn't I.

I guided him back to my room hoping he would grab his phone and ask for the spare room. But did the exact opposite. He shuffled over to the side of the bed he was on the other night, and moved my camo comferter out of the way as he climbed in and flopped down almost instantly passing out. W-what? Where am I supposed to sleep?! I thought about sticking to the side of my bed like the other night, but this was different. I couldnt do it. I changed really quick making sure not to wake him with any sound.

Peeking over his cheeks were flushed pink and his lids were loosely closed. His hair a sloppy mess already piled on the side of the pillow as tiny snores escaped his mouth. Please just forget about what I did. I'd rather you forget and still be around some then remember and hate me like the rest.

I snuck out of my room and entered the spare room shutting the door behind me. The bed was made nice and neat and the moom light shined through casting a pale blue hue over ther white bed set. I climbed in trying to sleep but could not stop thinking about the kiss. It felt perfect. Even if it was only for a second I felt almost complete. I tugged on my hair curling in to a ball under the covers. Please just forget it, please.

I woke up the next morning to sunlight hitting mt face and my father looking at me. A mix of confution and tierd covered his eyes before he sat at the end of the bed with his arms crossed. "Why are you sleeping in here?"

I staied silent a minute before telling him how I screwed up. About how i kissed Damon last night when we came home from the party. About how I just hope he will just forget about it and the small hope I had that if he did remember that he wouldn't hate me. I pulled my legs closer to me wanting to hide when my father put a hand on my head and gave me a small smile. He has always been supportive since i came out to him when i was sixteen. "Son, I cant foresee Damon hating you, but I also dont know the futuer. What happened last night, you must feel something for him. And if he doesn't remember then you can try making him feel that way about you, and of he hates you then maybe it wasnt ment to be. But just remember you will always have me here."

Nodding some I pushed my hair out of my face and stood up clenching my jaw some trying not to show emotion. While inside I felt like a slight breeze would make me crumble. I vetuered over to my room and cracked it open just enough to peek over to my bed. Damon was still asleep and looked like he was in te middle of a dream with how he was tossing and turning.

I started walking in quietly, trying not to make a sound. Didnt work. I stubbed my toe on the corner of my book shelf and let out a small yelp. I head the sheets move around and Damon sat up some rubning his eyes. "Roman?" He grabbed his head which was probably pounding from a hangover. "When did we come back here last night?" Everything after body shots is kind of a blur."

Internally I breathed a sigh of relief,  but, at the same time saddened a little he didn't remember. Its better that way though.

I shuffled throught the top drawer of my desk when I finlly found it. "Here take two of these. Its extra strength alive. 500 mg tablets so you only need two." He stretched his hand out and I placed the bottle inbeteeen his fingers before leaving the room to get him some water. I took the steps slow and walked in to the kitchen where my father was making himself lunch. "Survey says?"