Complexes (LGBT) (boyxboy)

chapter 7

Lucas left before I woke up the next morning, or afternoon, really. I slept in a lot longer than I wanted to and by the time I finally woke up, he was long gone. I was all alone in my room, leaving myself to wonder if he was okay and where he went.

I guess I shouldn't have expected him to stay until I woke up. He was only here because he didn't want to be alone and now it was the middle of the day and judging by the sounds coming from outside my dorm, there were plenty of people up and about. I sat up, pushing my sheets off of me. I had a headache.

Even though I slept for a long time, it kind of felt like I never stopped thinking for even a second. Worry could do that to you, and I was still worried about Lucas. I was worried about his mental health. Images of him crying so hard he could hardly breathe were flashing through my mind.

It just wasn't right. Even if we upset him, that was an extreme case of being upset. I hadn't seen anything like that before. I got out of bed, stretching my body out. I looked to Eddie's bed.

It was neatly made, as if no one had ever been there. I wondered if Eddie had come back in the morning and found Lucas here. I probably would have woken up if they had been talking. I was a light sleeper and the smallest noises woke me. Apparently Lucas was stealthy in leaving though. I wasn't disturbed in the slightest. I sighed and grabbed some things so I could have a shower and left my room, walking down the hall. I glanced into people's rooms.

On weekends most liked to leave their doors open. Everyone was generally friends with each other and were up and about talking. Today it looked like the majority were sleeping off last night, but there were still a fair few in the halls.

I got to Lucas and Casey's room and looked in, hoping for a sign of Lucas being there. I really just couldn't get him off my mind after last night. I wanted to make sure he was okay.

However, instead of seeing him like I wanted to, I saw Casey sitting on his bed with his laptop on his lap. "Hey, Casey," I got his attention. I leant against the door frame as he looked up at me, a cheeky smile playing at his lips. "Hey there, stud. I heard you left with a cute brunette last night," he winked teasingly. I smirked and shrugged.

"Oh...yeah. Nothing really happened," I told him. "Nothing happened?" he asked in confusion.

For a second I considered telling him about Lucas, but two reasons stopped me. The first was that Casey was a wild card. There was no way to know how he would react and that might include being a total ass to Lucas and making fun of him for what happened.

The second surprised me a little. I found myself wanting to keep this from Casey because I had underestimated the friendship that he and Lucas had. I didn't even know they had some sort of friendship, but when Lucas asked for Casey last night, it had me questioning things; a lot of things.

I didn't know how I felt about it exactly, but I knew I wanted to keep this news away from Casey.

"She got sick," I made up a lie. A look of understanding crossed his face. "Ain't that the luck," he mumbled. "Yep," I said. He looked back down at his laptop, like he was expecting me to leave him alone to whatever he was doing, but my eyes fell on Lucas's bed. The clothes he had been wearing last night in my room were now in a pile on the bed, meaning he had been back here, but where was he now? "So, room to yourself today, huh?" I asked.

He peered back up at me, shrugging. "Maybe.

Lukey was leaving for a run when I got back in," he said. Lukey? He has a nickname for him? There was no malice in his voice when he said it. It was just a nickname and it bothered me. "When'd you get back?" I asked. "A couple hours go," he said simple. A couple hours. It was one o'clock now, so Casey came back at around eleven. Lucas left at eleven.