Jasper's POV
I never got a text after "hey it's about to happen, I'll let you know how it goes." way to leave someone on a massive cliffhanger. Thanks, Mi.
But if we're being honest here, I was worried. I'm sure it was all okay, but I shouldn't be surprised if he wants to spend the night toni-
There it is.
The doorbell rings, and I smile lightly, standing up and making my way to the door, and opening it, looking at the floor.
"Hey! What happened you couldn't have texted-" I look up to see him sobbing, and it looked like it had been going for a while. His eyes were puffy and his left sleeve was wet, probably from wiping tears. "Milo?"
"I'm sorry I couldn't text, but they kicked me out without a charger and my phone died and I had to walk to here because I didn't know where else to go, and-" I grab his shoulder quickly out of worry.
"They kicked you out and made you walk here? Milo, you live like a 3-hour walk away from here!" He nods, looking down out of what was probably embarrassment. I was just mad. Not at him, but at his parents. I sigh out of anger and open the door more, holding my arm out to signal him in.
"Y-you're not mad at me for no follow-up text?" He questions. Does he really think I could possibly be mad at him, even with what just happened?
"Mi, you know it's hard for me to be mad at you anyway, but you just got kicked out." I look at him with sympathy. He nods and wipes away a couple of tears with that wet sleeve from earlier. "What did they give you?" He sighs, opening his suitcase and letting its contents fall to the ground.
That's it?!
They just gave him bedding? No clothes? Not even a damn charger?! He seemed to sense my shocked expression because he looked down at it and nodded.
"I know. They didn't even give me the pillow." He sniffles, seeming to calm down a little with the crying which I'm grateful for. I hate seeing people I love crying.
"Well, you'll have to borrow my clothes until we can go get you some cheap clothes from Walmart or something." I sigh and stand up. "I was so sure you were gonna be okay." I grab the bridge of my nose and zip up his suitcase before helping him up.
I know he wasn't injured but he did kinda walk for 3 hours straight. His legs are probably sore.
I walk him to the guest room, which just consisted of an old mattress, sitting on the floor in the far left corner and a bookshelf in the far right. Now that I'm looking at it, it looks pretty uncomfortable.
"hey, if you want you can sleep in my room. This looks pretty uncomfortable." I say, looking down at the floor and rubbing my neck. He shakes his head, grabbing his sheets and beginning to stretch them over the corners of the mattress.
This guy just got kicked out of his house by his homophobic parents and he still insists on making sure I'm comfortable.
I nod and grab his blanket and pillows. I didn't want him doing it much, considering he's had a pretty eventful day.
I spread his blanket over the mattress and lazily throw his pillows at the top. Standing back up, I look at him and he throws his arms around my shoulders, having a hard time doing so since I'm so much taller than him.
Did I have the urge to call him short or make a gay joke? Yeah. But I knew it wasn't the time.
"Thanks for letting me stay the night," he mutters into my shoulder. He pulls away and sits on the low bed. "I'll try to find somewhere else to stay tomorrow." I look at him and smile, shaking my head.
"Mi, you can stay as long as you want." I shake my head with a smile. "do you know how fun this is gonna be?" I say with a chuckle before walking to the door. "I probably have a spare charger, so I'll go find it real quick." He nods and I walk out into the living room, and to the box of cords that I have on the shelf on my tv stand.
I crouch down and find a charger and a plug for his phone, standing up and sighing.
I felt so guilty. I was the one who encouraged him to do it. I was the one who told him that his parents wouldn't do anything like this.
Damn it, Jasper.
I lean against a wall for a good 30 seconds, thinking about the fact that I probably just ruined Milos life. Why did I give him advice? I'm not gay! I've never had to come out before! Ugh.
I walk into the room and toss him the charger and he catches it, plugging it into a nearby outlet and laying it on the floor.
"I'm gonna head to bed, okay?" I say with a sympathetic head tilt. He nods and I turn around, walking to my room and closing the door
"fucking idiot!" I say, trying to keep quiet. I had no right to give him advice.
Sitting down on my bed, I lay back and sigh, closing my eyes.
***
Thirsty.
That's the thought I wake up to, grabbing my phone from my 25 dollar Ikea nightstand.
"2:07 am." I read aloud, quietly. I stand up slowly to keep from stumbling back and walk into the kitchen. Grabbing a glass, I realize that I never offered Milo any water or food. I sigh at my blatant stupidity and grab another glass, thinking the most I could do is bring him a glass of water.
I fill both of our glasses up, putting some ice in his but none in mine. (ice makes my teeth hurt. It deserves to burn in hell. ) I walk slightly slower than my normal pace to keep from spilling any water and walk into the narrow hallway with three doorways, one to a bathroom and the other two, bedrooms.
I turn Milos doorknob slowly in an attempt to keep him asleep but to my surprise he's wide awake, sitting up. He turns his head to the door and plasters a fake smile.
I can tell when you're faking it, Milo. We've been friends for 10 years.
I give him a sympathetic smile and walk over to him with the glass.
"I realized I didn't offer you any food or anything last night so I brought you some water." he nods and gently grabs the water, taking a sip and setting it next to him.
"I couldn't sleep." he sighs and I nod, sitting down at the good of the bed next to him.
" I can imagine why. This bed is uncomfortable." I joke and he shakes his head.
"no. I can't stop thinking." he comments and grips the sheets in one of his fists. I bite my tongue and hug him.
Milo is literally the nicest person I know and he just happens to be gay. His parents seem to think gay is a personality trait. I sigh, pulling out of the hug.
Or at least trying.
He fell asleep.
I chuckle quietly and lay him down, and not wanting to wake him up, end up just laying down with him.
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The gay has already started bitches
But also like, it hasn't.
Because this is only %1 of the gay I have planned for this book.
Get ready hoes.
Anyways, ur boo has to go shoo for school supplies now so I gtg but I definitely think I have my new favorite hobby.
Bye 👋
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Painfully Evicted (boy x boy)
RomanceStarted - July 31st, 2019 Finished - ongoing Newly out to his parents, 16-year-old Milo gets kicked out of his home by his parents. With nowhere to go, the first person to pop into his mind is his best friend, Jasper. Jasper moved out as soon as he...