Comfort

Connected

(1145 words)

  I woke up to the sound of shuffling around me. I slowly opened my eyes to the room. Surprisingly, Grian was awake before me, he was making some chocolate milk in the kitchen. I'm guessing the hotel provided the milk and chocolate syrup, because that's how expensive this place probably was. I closed my eyes again, too tired to wake up just yet.

I remembered how Grian planned on marrying Taurtis here. How he brought the ring for no reason, but still felt it was necessary.  I wanted that thought gone so I moved on, today was the first day we actually got to go to the beach.  Actually enjoy this vacation. 

  Suddenly, my phone began to ring.  The ringtone came from underneath me, I got up and searched for it in between the cushions of the couch.  Once I fetched it from the couch, I saw it was my mum. 

I answered it swiftly, "Hey." I said cheerfully.

  Grian watched me thoroughly, almost glaring at me.  I didn't look over at him though, my mum deserved my attention.  I haven't got to talk to her yet, I hope she wasn't worried.

"Why did you text me last night?  Are you okay?!" She said.

  She was pretty worried.

"Hold on..." I said looking at my messages as I pulled the phone from my face.

I must have texted her last night before I passed out. I was really confused and down, I asked her to call me in the morning.

"Oh, sorry about that, I don't know what was wrong with me yesterday." I said lightly.

"Damn right you don't! You never even texted me!" She chuckled, clearly not that upset because I was a grown ass man.

"I'm sorry, I really wanted to text you I swear, just couldn't find the time." I pleaded jokingly.

"So, are you okay?" She asked.

"Well," I glanced over at Grian, still staring at me, "I'll tell you later."

"Alright, you sure?"

"Yeah, and actually I just woke up—so..."

"So, you don't want to talk to your mother?" She half-joked.

"No! That's not it! I swear I'll call you back in awhile and explain everything!" I begged.

"Okay, fine. Talk to you later." She said goodbye.

"Bye." I said as I hung up.

I heard Grian cough beside, as if I did something wrong. I looked at him and saw him fuming. Damn, what the hell did I do?

"Y-Yeah?" I stuttered.

"I thought you said you weren't going to text him." He said.

At first I was confused, until it hit me. Taken out of context, my conversation didn't sound like it was with my mother. He assumed it was the waiter.

I decided to play along, "What? Are you jealous?" I said stretching as I got up.

He scoffed, "No, I'm just upset that you would lie to me." He turned and stomped away from me.

I laughed at his reaction, "Grian—!" I grabbed his arm and turned him to face me.

"What if I am jealous?!" He yelled as he faced me.

He yelled closer in my face than I think he intended, causing him to blush a little. His breathing was heavy, and he was so mad that I could almost see tears. I've never seen him so serious.

My smile immediately dropped. Had he been jealous? Had he felt the same as me? Or was I just getting my hopes up again?  This time, I'm going to make sure I find out. I kneeled down to his height, our eyes met, I didn't want to look away. In fact, I pulled our bodies closer together, I wrapped an arm around his waist and the other gently rested on his neck. I stared at him intently, hoping he understood what I was about to do.

Without giving it a second thought, I closed the space between us. Our lips connected and I wasn't planning on disconnecting them anytime soon. He tasted like chocolate milk, and his lips were silky smooth. It was probably much less enjoyable on his end, morning breath and all.  He didn't pull away, but he definitely didn't kiss me back. Dissatisfied, I finally pulled away once I needed air.

He kept his eyes closed once I pulled away. I kept the distance between us scarce, laying my forehead on his.

"Grian." I whispered huskily.

He opened his eyes to meet mine, his face was flush and I'm sure mine was too. His blank expression turned into a frown, and he finally pushed me away.

"Do you wanna know what your problem is, Oliver?" He asked, glaring directly at me.

"Dying to hear it." I squinted back at him.

Why wasn't he happy? What was wrong with me? Why did I just kiss him?!

"You're impulsive! You make quick decisions before even thinking!" He yelled, turning away from me.

"Oh please, we're 20 chapters in and I haven't even kissed you until now!" I said exasperated.

"You had many other opportunities!" He scoffed.

"And do you wanna know what your problem is, Charles?" I started.

"Enlighten me." He glared, turning back around.

"You're selfish! You don't give a damn about anyone but yourself!" I slammed the bathroom door before he could respond.

Oh, he was unbelievable! Why the hell was he upset?! I wasn't even talking to that stupid waiter!

"And one more thing, I was talking to my mum on the phone, you dumbass!" I yelled through the walls, knowing he could hear me.

I heard distant noises, I couldn't exactly place them, but one sound was undeniable. He was sobbing, fuck, I wanted to cry just knowing I did that to him. I heard a echo from the front door, but then it all fell silent. He walked out, where the hell would he even go?!

I sat on the toilet in disbelief, I kissed him, and he rejected me? That couldn't have gone any worse. Not only did it destroy our relationship, but I didn't get any answers! What the hell fate?! I trusted you. I looked up and closed my eyes tightly.

I felt the hot liquid built up from my eyes run down my face. I struggled not to sob, to not completely break down right then and there. I needed someone to talk too. I still had my phone in my pocket, and I knew my mum would help me. I tried to calm myself down a little before calling her, even though I knew she would calm me down anyway.

"Hello?" She answered fairly quickly.

I didn't know how to start, or where to start, rather. I just exhaled sharply and my mum immediately knew I was crying.

"Jesus I was gone for 10 minutes! What happened?!" She exclaimed.

"You were right about me, liking Grian." I admitted, voice shaking still.