Therapy [boyxboy] [slash] {{ON HOLD}}

Chapter 3

//Chapter Three// ...rewritten...

Once we made it to Will's house, it was already past eight o'clock, which meant Will's mom would be taking on her night shift as a nurse.

As for Will's dad, well, no one knew where he was. He walked out on Will and his mom after he'd be caught cheating in an affair. Will was fine it with it, though. He said he always had this itching feeling something about his dad wasn't what a normal dad would do. Not only that, but, even though he was only eleven at the time, he had expected that sort of behavior from his father being a businessman that was usually on business trips or at the bar to "reward himself for a job well done," as he put it. Trusting him, Will's mom thought he meant the alcohol he consumed, not the women he played around with. He really was an jackass at his finest.

Will tossed his keys onto the marble countertop and raced up the stairs to his bedroom with me at his heels. His bedroom was like any other typical boy's bedroom. There were clothes scattered on the floor, various sport equipment around the room, bean bags lazily tossed around, a laptop left on his messy desk accompanied with a black rolly chair, and posters of various things on his light blue walls. His dark blue bed sat up against the wall and near a window with a bedside table next to it.

For whatever reason, I always felt safe and secure here. Like I was free to be myself here. I didn't have to be anything special. I didn't have to be tough or weak, stupid or smart, gay or straight, happy or sad. I just had to be Trent Greene and I was guaranteed whatever I needed. It was a good feeling to have. No pressure to be someone else, no weight of the world, no time to become a slave in my mind, no worry to cover every little emotion up.

Seated at the edge of his bed, he beckoned me over from the doorframe. Whoops. Looks like I got lost in thought again.

I got his rolly chair and sat on it backwards facing Will. "So this practice thing... what the hell are we practicing?"

Will gave me one of his famous, 'How Fucking Stupid Are You,' looks. "Being a couple, you uncultured swine."

I gave him a bored look. "I know that, but I'm pretty sure we both have been in relationships before so we can easily fake being in one within the moment, right?"

"Wrong. We've been in relationships, but not with each other. Being in a relationship requires a lot of physical contact. We'll have to hold hands, kiss, hugs, and all that lovey dovey stuff. Sure, we've done it before with other people, but we have to get used to doing it with each other. Our first kiss at school can't end with one of us bug-eyed and immorally grossed beyond belief."

I guess that made sense, but I didn't understand why I had to practice. I've kissed many guys in my life and I already knew I wouldn't be the one grossed out from kissing Will. Maybe this all was for Will to see if this was a good idea or not. Quite possible. He's one of those athletic nerds who like to test the waters before jumping in. Not that he's actually jumping into anything, but he probably didn't want to commit himself to a fake relationship he wasn't okay with.

That would be fine by me. Although I would be pretty offended, I was getting myself in trouble by doing this in the first place. If we did this and my feelings for Will grew, I'd be damned. Everything would crumble and I'd be back where I was when Grayson broke up with me saying it was all a bet. The only difference would be that I wouldn't have a best friend to help me through it this time.

I shrugged. "If that's what it takes to get you to shush."

"Great. Now haul your fat ass up and sit here. I refuse to kiss someone if there's something in between us."

With confusion evidence in my voice, I said, "There's nothing in between us though..."

Will face-palmed and said, "The chair, dumbass."