Cinderella Man [boyxboy love story]

Cinderella Man [boyxboy love story] Chapter Sixteen

This chapter's NOT clean.  Like literally, probably not suitable for anyone younger than 16.  But like anyone under 16 will stop because of me telling them this.  Enjoy.

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Chapter Sixteen

Sitting down, I glanced at Romero who just rolled his eyes and made a swift gesture meaning just go with it.  I didn't understand how I could go along with it; I didn't understand how he could go along with it.  Wasn't he Mr. Responsibility who told me to tell Damien the truth, that I should do it because it's "the right thing"?  But then again, the situation had changed.  Damien obviously doesn't want to know the truth.  And honestly, I think he knows.  Well, not all of it but I think Damien knows he didn't have sex with a girl.  Maybe not for sure; but deep down he does.  That's why he snapped at Owen.

            Usually he wouldn't.  I mean, he wouldn't snap at Owen.  He'd just casually brush it off, live another day after the other.  And if Damien knew he was straight, for sure, he'd definitely wouldn't have snapped.  He wouldn't have liked it, but he wouldn't have screamed either.  This is serious denial.  I thought Damien was more secure about his identity, but like most guys, he isn't.  He isn't secure about any of it.  He's just as small, just as insecure, just as pathetic as most are.

            I've been through that, though how small the moment was.  But I had someone.  And though Henri wasn't the best boyfriend, he did a hell of a time protecting me from the outside forces, from guys exactly as insecure as Damien, just as angry as Owen.  I didn't meet them, Henri protected me.  And there's many things I won't thank Henri for, this was one of them.  He was a damn shitty boyfriend, but a good damn friend.  Better than Owen for sure.

            I then looked Owen, who was silently fuming.  Damn bastard.  Obviously he was gay, and probably in love with Damien.  Wouldn't be surprised.  I looked at Damien.  He's cute.

            "This is a tiny ass chicken," I heard Stephan mutter.  I looked over and he seemed to be alright, better than he looked that night.

            I smiled, "It's quail, it's good, you'll like it."

            "Did you shoot it?" Stephan asked my father.

            "Yeah, it's season," my father shrugged, "I usually stuff them to be honest."

            "Murderer," Stephan muttered under his breath.  I choked while laughing.  Luckily, my father didn't hear him and talked to my step-mother.  I looked over and saw Stephan seemed surprised by my laughing.  He then looked down and blushed.

            Stephan continued by eating everything but the bird.

            I heard a loud clanking and I looked to my other side to see Owen glaring at Damien who was acting affectionately towards Penny, who obviously wasn't into it as much as before.  Though that's not to say she wasn't just as endeavored.  I sighed and Penny looked up, seeming to look guilty.  Damien shot his head up to meet my eyes and I could tell he was taking notice, much more than before.  Damien's eyes glinted.  I faltered for a moment and looked at Owen who continued to eat in silence.

            I gulped.

            "Are you eating everything but the quail?" Romero questioned and I looked at Stephan to see his plate empty but the bird, cooking and seasoned and... whole.  I tried not to smile as I slyly took his plate, trying to be quiet as I put the bird on my plate and gave him my roasted vegetables and honey sliced sweet potatoes.   He seemed shocked when I gave him the plate but seemed grateful nonetheless.