Complexes (LGBT) (boyxboy)

chapter 21

Chapter 21

You know the feeling you have as a child on Bretttmas morning when you first wake up? Your body is so full of excitement that your heart pounds rapidly in eagerness as you think about running out of your room and getting your presents.

That's exactly how I felt when I woke up on Saturday morning and remembered that Lucas was in the bed directly across from mine. I woke up with a smile that day; a tired smile, but a smile nonetheless.

I could tell from how dimly lit the room was that it was still fairly early in the morning and I definitely wasn't an early bird, plus I was a light sleeper, so what the hell woke me? I rolled over and looked at Lucas. He was awake, but still in bed, shuffling around a little. He caught my gaze and stopped.

I didn't say anything, just smiled. He looked so perfect laying there with his sleepy eyes and tousled hair. He looked adorable. I could definitely get used to this first thing every morning. "Oh no." He groaned. "What?" I asked, my voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. "I just realized the downfall to living together." He said. That was weird, because I couldn't think of a single one. "And what's that?" I asked curiously. "You see how horrible I look first thing in the morning." He complained.

He rolled onto his other side, facing away from me and pulling his blanket over his head. I frowned because just moments before I was thinking to myself how perfect he was, but he thinks he isn't? The thought that he didn't even know how damn cute he was was unsettling. That was something he had to know. "You don't look horrible. You're cute." I said. He mumbled something incoherent in his tired state. I myself was tired as well, exhausted, actually.

We were up late last night moving Eddie and Lucas's stuff around. Eddie was reluctantly okay with the change. He generally got along with Casey so it wasn't like I was sticking him with someone he hated. The only down side was that we always said we'd do college together, which included being roommates. He understood the decision though.

Lucas couldn't sEmily with Casey, and while I didn't explain all the details to Eddie, he just seemed to understand that this had to be done. If Lucas didn't have a panic attack about living with a violent person, then it would have been me having a panic attack with Lucas out of my care. I just wanted to look after him and I slept a lot better at night knowing he was in the same room.

I still felt bad about Eddie though. I didn't want to be the type of person who ditches their friends the second a girl, or guy, comes along. I'd have to try and make up for it somehow. The guilty, bad feeling didn't leave the pit of my stomach though, which was a good enough reason for me to want comfort, so I quietly got out of bed and went across to Lucas.

I pulled back his blanket and he glanced back at me.

I waited for some sign of approval, and when he moved closer to the wall, giving me enough room to get in with him, it was like a green light. I lay down next to him, pulling the cover over both of us, being enveloped by warmth. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him as close to me as possible.

His clothed back pressed against my bare chest and I'd be surprised if he couldn't feel how hard my heart was beating. These feelings were crazy. I had never been this affected by anyone before, and if anyone knew the mushy thoughts floating through my mind then I'd be made fun of for an eternity. It was a good thing I could keep them to myself. Lucas took my hand in his, lacing his fingers between mine.

I wished I could do this all night. That would be perfect, but he was so adamant about not sharing the same bed. I really liked the feeling of him next to me though. "Don't get used to this." He warned. "Used to what?" I asked. With my eyes closed in a sleepy state, I leant forward a little, kissing the back of his neck. He was so perfect I almost hated him for doing this to me. I relaxed back on the bed, waiting for an answer. "Sleeping in the same bed." He said slowly.