Small Town Boy

Chapter 33: Should we tell em?

"You know when I said I wanted to spend time with you, I didn't mean by watching you clean your room" Corey points out as he shifts his position on my bed, rolling onto his stomach as he leans his head against his hands, his eyes following my every movement.

"And since when do you have a cycle gear shirt? You're not into cars" I shrug "Its Uriah's."

He raises a brow, "Okay, well what's the deal with your room? Why are you hellbent on getting it organised?"

"My mom's been up my ass about getting my room in order and I haven't had time to do it until now. Well... she technically said and I quote 'you aren't leaving this house until that room is cleaned' "

"Really?" He quirks a brow "I know you've been busy in the studio but don't you go to those only in the afternoon?"

"Yup" I quip "In the morning I go with Uriah to his photoshoots" I explain as I keep folding my clothes. I really have a bad habit of destroying my closet, I get so focused on finding the perfect outfit that I end up creating a pile of discarded clothes. I really need to get rid of that habit, its costing me time and it's annoying my mother.

"Why?" He frowns "Can't he do his photoshoots on his own?" I shrug "Its more like I want to be there to be supportive and be there in case he needs me."

Out of the corner of my eye I see Corey's eyes roll. I raise a brow wondering why he suddenly seems to have a problem with what I do. It's not like it affected him in any way, well maybe right now since we're stuck in my room but still.

"Yeah but that means you have to wake up early when you could be catching up on some sleep" he points out and I realise that all he's doing is being a supportive friend. He's just looking out for me like he always has.

"I do sleep if that's what you're worried about."

"Knowing you I bet you stay in the studio until 2 am max, correct me if I'm wrong" he smirks, raising his brow as he locks his eyes on mine, challenging me. When I don't answer him he keeps going, "That means you don't even get a full 8 hours of sleep. If I was Uriah I would've insisted you stayed in bed." He sits up and crosses his arms over his chest, "Because that's what a caring boyfriend does."

I sigh and drop the shirt in my hands. "He is caring" I mumble adverting my gaze away from my best friend. "I do sometimes stay past midnight in the studio and he knows. He's told me that I don't have to go to every photoshoot but I want to" I admit looking back at him.

"This has nothing to do with Uriah. He doesn't force me to do anything, I make my own decisions and he let's me do whatever I want."

"Why do you want to go to every photoshoot?" He asks confused "You've been to tons of those, why would you involve yourself in more?"

"What's with all the questions?" I frown. He's been invasive, a lot more than usual. "I'm just trying to understand you."

"There's nothing to understand. I go with him because that's what a supportive girlfriend does. I want to be there for him like he is there for me. I'm sorry but I don't get why you have a problem with that, it doesn't include you" he rolls his eyes.

"I don't have a problem with it but fine" he mumbles holding his hands up in surrender.

I take a deep breath and run my fingers through my hair. "Look, I know you're looking out for me. You don't know Uriah that well and you're just making sure I'm in good hands but trust me when I say that you don't have to worry about Uriah, he treats me perfectly well" I assure him.

"Whatever you say" he breathes out and shoots me a tight lip smile. I frown slightly, my heart breaking at his fake and forced smile. I decide to drop the topic and focus on getting the rest of my room cleaned.