1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

Homo pt 2

Word count: 3046

Many people came to see him. Family and many many friends. Mostly, hot girls and hot guys.

They all came with gifts and cards, balloons and flowers.

Only I chose not to leave.

I stayed.

David came often and some days we'd sit and just talk.

He told me many things about him. Like how his parent's died when he was young and how he had been alone since.

How they grew up in foster care together and were inseparable.

How he battled depression most of his life and how he had trust issues.

The reason he flirted with that girl on our date was because he felt as though I would leave if he let on how much he liked me.

How he called on cloud nine after.

He got better, he was able to breath on his own and there was a good chance he'd wake up.

So I waited.

For two weeks I waited.

I had gotten pretty friendly with the nurses and had him moved to the best room in the hospital.

I cared about him and this seemed like the fist time I could say that.

But at night, when the hospital was asleep. I would kiss him. Hold him, cry for being such a terrible person.

We should have been going on dates and hanging out.

These kisses shouldn't be one sided and every time I did. I hoped he'd wake up.

My father was pissed that I was skipping school and I told him honestly. That the guy I liked was in a coma because of me and I was waiting at his bedside for him to wake up.

He was even more pissed, but not because I was gay, because I was such an asshole but I could tell he was choosing not to beat me over the head with it because I was already doing it to myself.

But someday we'd just sit and I would talk to him.

Tell him about how I was jealous. That I was happy he chose me to movie hop because I got to be with him.

I told him that all those times I tried to pull away, I was begging he didn't let go.

But mostly that I was sorry.

Sorry for not coming back. Sorry for getting him hurt.

That the one day we spent together made me like him more then anyone I knew before.

For two weeks I waited for him to wake up. Then today happened.

*

Me and David sat at the table by his bed playing poker when a week and scratchy voice calls out.

"Deal me in will you." Me and David instantly turn around and I smile when he sits up.

"David." He says and David hugs him.

"How are you feeling?" He asks and he only smiles.

"Surprisingly, tired." He says and I feel the first tear fall even though he hasn't even said a word to address me.

"How long was I out?" He smiles.

"Two weeks." David answers.

"Shit was I fired?" He asks and David laughs.