1001 Love Stories Darker

Underwear Part.2

Matt hasn't been in school.

The rumors are still spreading only now I can't stand the hearing them.

It makes me feel a mixture of guilt, stress, regret, and disgust.

I've come to the conclusion I don't want him to kill himself and now the thought scares me.

It seems like every time I come to school and he's not there, my brain runs wild.

Thinking that if he hung himself right now then it would be at left seven hours before I could even do anything.

Then after school, I'd rush to his place only to see him reading or something.

We still haven't became friends or anything. The best way I could describe it is that we're comfortable.

We make small talk but if we ever go deeper then a puddle then it's always followed by empty silence.

But then night comes and it's what I look forward too.

Holding him.

I don't even try to hide it anymore and I've decided that my favorite position is having his head in my chest or me wrapping my arm around his head letting him use my arm as a pillow because that way he'll instinctively hug my torso.

Those nights are what drive me to get through the day.

I walked into his apartment to find him asleep on the couch and I smile at the peaceful scene.

I only lean over him before placing my head to his.

"If I'd had known you were this cute. I wouldn't have spent all that time hating you." I whisper only for his eyes to flutter open and him to smile.

*

"Are you sure about this?" He asks blushing slightly and I smile.

"I'm positive. In fact, I'm more sure about this than I am that one plus one equals two." I say and he blushes before pulling off his shirt and then undoing his pants.

Then for moment I just looked at his body.

He started wearing more pink, but this time was the first time I got to just look at his body.

He had started to blush which only made me want to tease him.

I grabbed his hand pulling him closer to me.

This wasn't bad.

I wasn't nearly as disgusted as I was the first time.

I only smile before pulling off my shirt.

"What are you doing?" He said, seeming kind of scared.

"Don't worry. It won't be anything you won't be ok with." I tell him and he nods as I undo my pants.

When I'm only in my boxers I move over in the bed and pull him down.

Then I pull him in my arms feeling his skin on mine. Taking in all of his warmth.

He scaredly held onto me, as though he expected me to do something, but soon his closed balled fist begin to open and he hugged me tighter.

"See. We're fine." I whisper and he only looked up at me.

"Something about that sentence feels like the calm before a massive storm." He whispers back and I smile hugging him tighter.

*

"I'm going." He says and I glare.

"I said no," I say snatching away the snow-white uniform shirt.