Him And I (Boyxboy)

-Two-

  While my mother and everyone else was sat at the dining table looking at me expectedly, I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest silently.

  "Elijah? Are you going to say anything?" My dad asked me. My eyes darted over to his and I frowned.

  Are they kidding me right now? Do they really expect me to be overjoyed about Wyatt returning? They know how broken up I was when Wyatt left. Maybe it wasn't Wyatt's fault, but as I child I needed someone to be blame. That someone was Wyatt.

  He was my one and only friend. I had trusted him with everything, and back then I thought that we were going to be besties for life or whatever, but whenever he told me that he was moving I felt my heart break into a million pieces. And he left. He was gone.

  For six years he was gone. And now he's back. How the hell am I supposed to feel about this? Should I be happy that he's back or pissed that he left me in the first place and is making me feel weird?!

  Ugh! Fuck emotions. I don't need to deal with them right now.

  After a moment I collected my thoughts and chose my words carefully. "He's sleeping on the couch." I said simply. I felt a little hurt about saying that myself, given that whenever we were kids we had no problems sleeping in the same bed, but now that's just weird.

  My mom's head snapped up and for a second she looked like she was about to argue but I clenched my jaw and shot her a hard glare. She just cleared her throat and looked back to Wyatt.

  "Is that okay sweetie? We could buy you a bed if you would like." My mom suggested. I turned my head and scoffed. Buy him a bed? She's kidding right? He's only staying for a couple of months, the hell does he need a bed for?

  Wyatt shook his head. "No thanks Mrs. Marshall, the couch will be fine." That was the first sentence I have heard come out of Wyatt's mouth in six years, and it made my stomach flip. In a good or bad way, I don't know.

  I just know that I don't like what he's doing to my emotions. But his voice, it was way deeper then I thought it would be. Eh, I guess that's what happens when you hit puberty. Ew, why did I just think that?

  "I'm not giving him a tour of the school." I added. My plan was just to avoid Wyatt altogether because again, he's only staying for a couple of months. There's no point in getting reattached when he'll just leave me again.

  For some reason, that thought made me feel bad. Why should I care? I don't even know him anymore. He is probably a different person. Practically a stranger to me now.

  I looked down to hide my face as I felt my eyes starting to water. Why the fuck am I crying?! No! I'm not crying. I will not let these pathetic tears fall. I'm better then that.

  Lewis gave me a look of sympathy but I ignored him. Lewis always saw through me. To him, I was an open book. When Wyatt left, Lewis comforted me and ever since then has made it his responsibility to take care of me.

  That was supposed to make me happy right? Well it actually made me feel worse. As my older brother, it had always been his responsibility to take care of me. Ever since I was born. But no, before Wyatt, Lewis didn't pay any mind to me. He was always off doing his own thing, pretending I wasn't even his brother.

  He took pity on me. That's why he 'cares'. Well fuck that. Fuck Lewis. Fuck my mom and dad and fuck Wyatt. They can all get lost.

  I grunted and walked away, heading towards my room. I heard my parents call out my name but I just ignored them. What else do they need to tell me? Nothing important.