[Hellooooo, this chapter contains a few sensitive topics and hurtful language so be aware through the whole chapter]
FEIVEL'S POV
"What am I doing here?" I spat looking furiously at Arne who looked equally furious. "What were you doing, Arne?" I question back glaring at the man now shrugging mud off his grey suit. "Flirting with this old geezer?" The man shot his head up and open his mouth to say something.
"It's none of your business" Shorty retort clasping on the old geezer's hand and dragging themselves out. My jaw clenches when I watch them walk past me. I grasp Arne's hand in mine and hold it tightly.
"You. Are. Not. going anywhere" I say firmly.
"And, I have nothing to with you" he almost yells but control watching the crowd around them. "Don't make a scene, Feivel. Let go of my hand"
"You don't make a scene, Arne and let go of his hand" I spat back bitterly. His name been called with such bitterness makes his hold on the man's wrist loosen. He looks between me and my hand, that still was holding him. "We need to talk" I affirm.
"I have nothing to talk to you. Leave my hand" he states venom dripping his voice.
"Sh-"
"He says, he does not want to talk to you, man. Let him go" the grey suit guy says latching my arm off Shorty's.
My jaw clenches upon his words. 'Some random guy tells me how to behave with my own boyfriend? Great'.
"And who are you to tell me that? This is between me and "my boyfriend" " I glare quoting my words.
"Boyfriend?" The man look at Arne with a smug look.
" "Ex-boyfriend" I may add" Shorty quote back.
I grimace to be addressed like that. "Shorty, please. This is the only chance I can talk to you" I look at the whole place, Miaa nowhere to be seen. "Please" I plead, holding his hands into mine.
He searches my face to find anything that will make him snatch away his hand from mine. When he finds nothing, he nods. I squeeze his hands in return.
"I got this, Alex. Thank you" Arne weakly smile at the man who nods in return with walking away.
"Meet me at the old school building at 5?" I asked still holding on to his hands.
"Why there? What's wrong talking here?"
"We can't," I say as I watch one of the buff man eyeing all over the place, seem to be finding us. I grab Arne by his arm and enter one of the dressing rooms secretively.
"W-what are you doing?" he squirms in my hold.
"Shh," I place my finger on his plump red lips. I see the man walking towards the exit from the window. "That's the only place I could actually talk to you in peace. Please, Shorty. Trust me just this once" I urge still looking out of the window, oblivious of the position we were in.
"O-okay. T-try not to kill me" he mutters breathing heavily.
My brows furrow at his shallow breaths, so I look at the shorter man. My voice stuck in my throat when I find him looking at me with those big blue eyes and crimson cheeks. My breath quickens too, obvious to the gap between our lips. "S-shorty" I whisper, my lips almost touching his.
"D-don't" he whispers back. His words betray his action, as his eyes keep staring at my lips.
"Can I?" I ask licking my dry lips similar to my dry throat.
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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...
