Painfully Evicted (boy x boy)

8.) text

Milos POV

"If you're gonna live in this house, no guys are aloud over." My dad retorts and I look up from my phone.

"I figured that would be the case." I say, looking back down at my phone.

"And no more of that Jasper kid. Your mother told me about you two." I nodded and looked away from my phone once again.

"Don't worry about him dad." I say, adjusting slightly and look back down.

"And you should get a girlfriend. No son of mine is gonna a single this far into his life." He says with a slight grin on his face. He knew what he was doing.

"Okay dad. I'll work on it." He nods and his smile grows. What a manipulative ass. "I have homework to do." I said, standing up and walking towards the stairs.

"I love you." I hear him chime and I nod, before walking upstairs.

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My eyes open as my phone pings, my desk light on but otherwise I'm my dark room.

"I'm sorry." My phone reads and I tap on the notification.

"I'm sorry. I know it wasn't the right thing to do and there is no way to fix it. You can be mad or angry at me. But I want you to know that you could kill me, and I'd never stop loving you. And I know just by TYPING that, I have easily ruined any chance of you forgiving me. I accept that though. And I want you to know I wish the best for you."

My eyes watering, I read that message over and over. At least ten times before breaking down. Tears stream down my face and I shut my phone off, moving to my bed and curling up.

Maybe I was over reacting. I was totally over reacting. I shouldn't have run out like that. He was trying to protect me. I reach for my phone once again and open Instagram, scrolling to find the video.

Once it starts playing I hear it.

"Faggot."

He was! I sit up and bite the inside of my cheek, and watch the rest. I stand up, grab a bag, packing everything I need (taking some clothes with me this time.) and sprinting down the stairs.

"Where are you-" my dad says, quickly cut off by a slamming door. I sprint as fast as possible, the same route I took the first time I left and got there in about thirty minutes. I walk up slowly and take a deep breath.

Knock. Knock.

Nothing. No answer. No one even talking.

Knock. Knock.

Nothing again. I dig my key out of my back pocket and slide it in, turning the knob and pushing the door open quietly. There he was, knocked out on the couch with three bottles, (two empty, one half full) next to him on the floor. I take a deep breath and lay my stuff down quietly, walking over and crouching down. I lightly place my hand on his shoulder.

"Hey..." I say softly. He opens his eyes and smiles wide. He goes to say something but quickly groans. I gasp lightly and jog into the kitchen, grabbing some ibuprofen.

"S-sorry...I should have let you sleep it off..." I say, walking over quickly with a glass of water. He shakes his head.

"No way!" He says, hugging me. I smile lightly and stand up, putting the cork on the half full bottle and grabbing the rest to throw away. "I thought you'd hate me forever." He adds, making me a little sad. The thought of never talking to him again...

I walk into the nearby kitchen, tossing the bottles into the trash.

"It was to hard." I comment. I see a slight smile on his face before stubbing my toe on the fridge and falling, the half full bottle In my hand breaking, cutting my hand and leg, alcohol seeping into the wounds.

"Fuck!" I yell. Jasper knows I rarely cuss so he had a fast instinct to run over. "Sorry for um... making a..." a hiss soon cuts off my sentence.

Jasper sprints to The bathroom, grabbing gauze, disinfectant, and gauze tape.

He runs back in and tosses the stuff onto the floor in front of the couch. He comes over and stands me up, holding me steady as we walk. Jasper sits me down on the couch and sits on the floor in front of me, using disinfectant on my hand, and rapping it Up. It was soon patched up. He moves down to my leg and gasps. (Le gasp)

"Woah. Miles. That's really deep." He says, inspecting it. "Do you want stitches?" I shake my head. I was terrified of hospitals and he knew that. "I figured." He wraps it up and sighs. "It might be hard to walk for a couple of days." I look down at him.

What would I do without him.

"Hey you know that text?" I note and his eyes widen.

"Hey let's just forget that." He says, rubbing his neck before laughing awkwardly.

"But I don't want to." I say and he looks up. I lean over a bit and He lays his hand on my cheek, moving in slowly.

Our lips meet and move in sync for a couple of seconds before pulling away. He stands up quickly and rubs his neck.

"Did you?-" he asks, surprised.

"Yeah. I felt it." I felt great. Better than any other dumb kids I have had before. It wasn't meaningless. It was filled with sentiment.

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It happened and y'all I fanboyed while WRITING this I can wait to see your reactions.