I Can't Breathe When I'm With You (boyxboy)

Chapter Two

(This is kinda how I imagine Amaris to look like)

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When Parker soon pried his eyes open, he didn't know where he was. It was bright, yet he was in a bed. Was it all a bad dream? He thought and prayed that it was. But as he craned his neck around the room, he knew he was not at home.

He lay in a king sized bed, with luxurious red sheets. The bed frame was rich mahogany and a canopy of light material floats above him. Like something a Royal would sleep in. Around his the room was almost empty, as if had never been used until now.

"Why would you do this?."

Parker almost had a heart attack when he heard the high pitched voice. Although he was not yet fully awake, and his eyes fluttered opened and closed.

"I told you! I couldn't help it. My inner wolf took over." A deeper voice returned.

"Well you know what this means right?." An even deeper and older voice questioned.

Parker wrestled his tiredness, desperately trying to wake up. He groaned quietly and went to rub his eyes but when he lifted up his arm, he almost screamed in pain.

The burning sensation was back again. This time it was much more dull. The pain had seized to a throb but it still burned. Parker looked down at his forearm, it was bandaged up with white cloth but blood had seeped through it slightly. Cuts and dirt still decorated his hands and up his other arm.

"Yes, it means he's....something." The deep voice said. He sounded tired and confused. Parker lifted his neck to see the mysterious people.

At the end of his bed, three people stood. One was a middle aged lady, her hair was pulled up into a tight bun, and she looked awfully distraught. Her wrinkled hands covered her face and Parker felt the weird urge to give her a hug. The second person was a middle aged man who looked as if he was her husband. He stood closely to her, his dark hair had lines on grey through it and his eyebrows were pointed down in anger. He seemed dangerous and Parker didn't have the urge to give this one a hug.

The third was a much younger man, perhaps a few years older than Parker himself. His almost black hair didn't have grey through it, but he looked more tired than the other two combined. He was quite handsome although, with a fit body and awfully gorgeous blue eyes. Parker came to the conclusion that the younger one was probably the other twos child.

"Well I mean, he does look like a fairy."

Parker scoffed when he heard this. Pushing himself up from the bed he cleared his throat.

"Excuse me? I'll have you know that my best friend is gay and if she was here she'd rip your throats out. Plus you can't look 'gay', you can look like a homophobic asshole though. Which I see you've already discovered how to do."

The three strangers turned their heads in surprise. Their confused expressions made Parker wonder if maybe he was delusional. An awkward silence filled the air, which smelt of clean, freshly washed clothes and a hint of cinnamon.

"What are you talking about?." The younger guy asked. He attempted to hid the smirk that was slowly creeping up on his face.

Parker wasn't sure how to respond.

"I wasn't calling you gay. I was calling you a fairy."

"What's the difference?." Parker asked.

The young boy howled with laughter and Parker looked at the parents for help. The woman thwacked her son on the back of the head lightly.

"This isn't a laughing matter Amaris! He doesn't know about our world."