JACKSON'S POV
"Jackson! Get your ass down here this minute or I'm coming up" a screech breaks through my soundproof door.
"Damn Arne" I groan holding my head in my hands and rolling on the bed. I don't want to go down and face the consequences of the stupidest thing I did this morning.
But, I have learnt a thing very clearly in the past eighteen years of our so-called "friendship", never ever cross Arne when he is angry. You do, you die. As simple as that.
I buck myself up and walk to the door. I would die rather than to walk down and confront the possessed satan. But, with no choice left I drag myself downstairs, just when I breathe in the aroma of homemade lunch.
I curse, recalling it to be the weekend. I was supposed to make lunch with my best friend as always.
Shit.
I cautiously walk to the kitchen and watch Arne setting up the table for two. I quickly walk to him and extend my arms asking for the plates. He looks up to me judgingly but hands over the crockery, nevertheless.
I quietly set up the table for us, filling up the glasses with water and prepping the napkins beside the plates. I feel my hands trembling and damp with sweat.
Why am I nervous in front of my best friend? This never happened before.
Because you fucked up. A voice echoes in my mind and I have nothing to complain.
A throat clears behind me and I knew it's time.
"Sit" he commands making me obey immediately.
It's funny how I am half a foot taller to him but still act like a scared puppy when I trigger him the wrong way.
He holds my leash.
I settle myself in the chair when pumpkin walks around to his. Its mere silence when the food is served until I break it with an apology.
"Sorry. It slipped my mind" I gesture towards the food now being sat on my plate.
He nods "It didn't slip your mind when you got your ass drunk since it was Saturday night?" he says with a monotone with a dangerous calm in his voice.
He is seriously pissed.
I mumble a "sorry" without making any eye contact and start devouring the meal.
Even with the tension in the room I couldn't help but moan at the taste. I would totally marry him just for his food. When was the last time in the last two days I had a whole meal?
All this time I was sick worried about my attraction towards Dean making me skip meals and drink at nights. I was terrified to accept that I liked someone besides Arne 'cause he was it for me. All these years, he was only the one.
"So..." he trails off expecting me to talk.
I sigh and reluctantly detach my mouth from the hundredth bite of Fried rice. I gulp down the whiff and set the spoon down.
I hesitantly look up to meet his terrifying gaze. 'You have to confront Jackson, you aren't a coward' "I-" my voice breaks down.
"Mom's getting married" he declares making me shut.
"W-what?!" I exclaim with an evident shock which he replies with a giddy smile. "Finally! Finally, Stephan grew some balls" I chuckle feeling ecstatic.
Stephan Andrews is a great guy and I know Rachel, Arne's mother, would be happy with him.
"I know right!?" he nearly shrieks across the table. "Those were my exact words too" he chuckles with a permanent smile on his face.
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Romance[COMPLETED] Arne Cabral, an eighteen-year-old boy who is in love with his best friend. His *male* best friend. But, being a heterosexual all his life he had not felt anything towards other men but Feivel. Was he gay? Or was he gay for Feivel? Feivel...
