Teach Me To Be Gay (BoyxBoy)

Part Fifteen

Waking up with my feet entangled within the sheets, which have been pushed part way down the bed, my face close to hanging off the side of the matress, and the sheets below and above me all completely ruffled and messed up, I can tell that last nights dream mustn't have been too good.

As I try to remember what on Earth happened to have me flailing my arms so much that I managed to displace half the sheets on my bed, I realise that all I'm gonna come up with is a blank. My mind is empty and obviously, it's not gonna have a huge revelation and tell me what the fuck is going on.

"What the fuck is going on?" I'm brought out of my thoughts by the sound of Kade's sweet, husky, deep, amazing voice. I jump back slightly from my position lying on the bed, resulting in my body tumbling to the ground and me landing with a slight thud.

When I don't hear the chuckle that I'd expect to hear escape his lips, at my expense, I frown, my eyebrows undoubtedly furrowing above my eyes, because usually, I'd be getting my ass laughed at for falling off the bed due to surprise. I mean, it's Kade. Funny guy, happy guy... my guy.

Not to get caught off subject, I hoist myself up onto my feet, then turning to face Kade, rubbing my head as the pain comes to me in a quick flash. "What?" I ask, bewildered. Looking at him, I can see him taking me in warily, as if I've turned into a damned vampire over night or something. "What?" I ask again, putting more force into my tone this time.

He blinks, looks at me, and then blinks again. I take a step towards him, wondering what is up with him right now. This just doesn't feel right. Nothing feels right. Like the fact that my head is pounding as if I've been hit by a car, my legs feel slightly unstable, and I could swear on all that's mighty that something about last night's dream was just... wrong.

"What's been going on in here?" His eyes finally meet mine, for the first time this morning, and I take more steps towards him, feeling more confident now that he's actually looking at me.

When I near him, I stop and look away, my confidence all-of-a-sudden decreasing again, now that he's within touching distance. I let my eyes trail to the left of us, my head turning slightly to follow them, before I eventually turn my whole body round, my eyes glued to the bed, where I can fully see the crinkles in the sheets and the ruffled look of the duvet as it sits, scrunched and piled up in one corner of the bed. My mattress even looks like it's been slightly placed at an angle. Basically, everything's a mess. I guess I'd be worried too if I saw this.

"I don't know." I swear, my voice even dares to tremble and I wonder why the fuck I sound so damn worried, but it's as if something is telling me I should be worried. Not just because of the fact that the sheets are messed up and I woke up in a completely different area of the bed with my head about to fall to the ground and my arms and legs spread wide as if I'd been flailing around in my sleep, but because I had a nightmare.

I know that now. Of course, nothing other than a nightmare - and I mean a proper one, a 'the world is gonna end now' one - could cause that sort of a reaction. And I'm pretty sure that I've never had this sort of reaction to a nightmare, which is why when I look up at Kade, I notice that he's looking just about as worried as I'm feeling.

Gosh, I need to stop being so stupid, over-emotional and I need to stop thinking so much and over-reacting and just, I need to run. I need to run the fuck away from here for ten minutes, half an hour, two hours, however long and just get some alone time, and a breath of fresh air.

I need to sit back and breathe for a second, because I'm not the type to think like this. I'm not the type who makes a big deal out of things. Okay, maybe I am. Maybe I'm thinking of the type I wish I could be. Someone like Kade, who seems to have the world at his feet, awaiting his next move. I wish I could be like that.