The homosexual diary of Adam Lewis (#1) (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Sixteen

Hugo,

I’m goin’ in. I’m going to get me some Matty love whether he likes it or not.

~Adam

“Matty, I had a nightmare.”

Matty looked at me, frowning. “Aren’t you a little old to be complaining about nightmares?”

“You’re only saying that because you read Hugo!” I accused.

He groaned and pulled his pillow over his face. “Yes, fine, whatever. Climb in.”

So far so good. I climbed into Matty’s bed and snuggled close, just as I always did. He’s always so warm.

He grunted and rolled over so that I he faced away from me. My plan didn’t consist of staring at Matty’s back all night so I sat up and did what I did bed.

Complain.

“Matty!” I whined.

“What?” He groaned.

“Why won’t you love meeee!” I cried.

Matty muttered a variety of cuss words before letting out a long sigh. He rolled over and rubbed his eyes, staring blearily at me. “Must we have this conversation now?”

“Yes!”

“Fuck me dead,” He grumbled and reached for his lamp, switching it on. “It’s two am, Adam.”

“I don’t care,” I replied stubbornly. “It wouldn’t matter whether it’s the middle of the night or the middle of the day. You’d still make up some excuse to avoid my question and, damnit, I want answers!”

“But… two am? Really?”

“Answers!” I snapped. I crossed my arms across my chest and pouted cutely.

At least… I think it was cute. Oh, who am I kidding? I’m adorable.

Matty stared at me in disbelief before sighing, sitting up.

He was shirtless. Hehe.

“Fine. Talk.”

I nodded and took a deep breath before talking. “Why won’t you look at me? Is the fact that I like you, that disturbing?”

“It isn’t disturbing,” He mumbled.

“Then why won’t you love me!”

“I’m not gay!” He snapped.

“Then why act all awkward around me if you aren’t gay and not disturbed about me crushing on you?” I demanded.

“I don’t know!”

“Yes you do! You just don’t want to-“ I paused and suddenly smirked. I eyed him, while he suddenly got nervous and scooted away from me. I grabbed his arm, yanking him back.

“Can I try something, Matty?”

“I’m afraid of whatever you have in mind,” He mumbled and stared at the bed sheets.

“Oh please. I’m only going to kiss you,” I snorted.

He stared at me in alarm, “I… what no you aren’t.”

“Hey, I need to get this out of my system and, perhaps it’ll clear up any confusion you may feel,” I replied confidently.

“I don’t know how I feel about an eighteen year old bullying me.”

“Stop whining,” I scowled. “Close your eyes if you think it will help.”

Looking unconvinced, he hesitated before squeezing his eyes shut.

What a baby. Buuuut I was about to kiss Matty so all was forgiven.

Taking a deep breath I lent in and kissed him. We just sat there, lips pressed together, not moving.

The douchebag. He’s supposed to kiss back.

Resisting the urge to groan, I began to pull back, only for him to lean closer and begin to move his lips against mine.

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh! I’M MAKING OUT WITH MATTY! THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFEE!!!! WOOH!

But then he had to ruin things by pulling back, going bright red and mumble that he was going to sleep on the couch before snatching up his pillow, his throw-over and stumbling out of the room.

Stupid closeted basted!