Boy Meets... Boy? (Boyxboy)

Boy Meets...Boy?: Chapter Nine

A WEEK LATER

It was Friday again, and Jaycee climbed down the steps of his high school going toward the buses. He signed as felt the uncomfortableness of his book bag and readjusted it. At least it was Friday, his mind was saying to him. But it was the weekend where he now had to spend it with his "new" family. He had no right to complain that was for sure, but Auntie was just trying too hard to be his real mom. It was beginning to drive him mad. He figured it was also maybe because he was never use to people talking to him and caring about him like a family would do, that receiving those feelings from another person that wasn't his family member seemed irritating. 

Everything had been going good lately which was a surprise since he lived in such close quarters with Jonathan. But Auntie was there to protect him whenever he needed it. He figured Auntie had explained to Jonathan why he was there and what had happened to him because after a certain day he stopped making fists at him. Jonathan still threatened him but he never made a move to punch him anymore. He thought this was good until later he realized that he didn't want everyone treating him like a charity case because of his dad beating him. He didn't do anything about it though always to scared that the other would impulsively slug him. 

Auntie had made him keep his word about tutoring Jonathan though. They at first did nothing, Jonathan not listen to him or he would glare at him, daring him to do something. But eventually when Jonathan's grades kept getting worse and the tournament come up, Auntie made Jonathan really sit down and study. She made us study in the dinning hall so there was no distractions. It worked it seemed because Jonathan actually started to pay attention, he even seemed like he really cared to learn. But maybe it was just because the he was still suspended and the tournament was around the corner.  His grades improved and they were waiting for the final verdict if he could play in the tournament for tomorrow. He felt somehow proud in helping the other get his grades up so that he could go to the tournament and be scouted.

"Watch out!" Someone yelled impressively loudly making several kids turn their heads in the direction of the voice. A voice that was oddly familiar to Jaycee. He didn't think anyone would be talking to him since this school lived to see him humiliated. But it seemed they were as something painfully thunked against the side of his head. He yelped out in pain as he grabbed the side of his head and turned to see what had hit him. He saw people running toward him and then he noticed the vibrant green frisbee on the ground. He picked it up right as someone stopped in front of him. "Sorry man, but we warned you." They kid said as he reached for the frisbee, he then ran away with his buddies. One guy stayed though and Jaycee looked him up and down as he tried to figure out what was so familiar about him. The kid smiled and it hit him, it was the guy from the mall. He automatically gave a smile back, though he was trying to leave and get on the bus. 

"You never called me?" He cursed to himself as he stopped walking. How was he suppose to explain that he forgot about this guy and when he remembered the little piece of paper, it had gone into the washing machine. He tried to read it but it was a soggy torn mess. He didn't actually think that this guy went to his school, though. Since he couldn't lie that well he just told the half truth, "Sorry about not calling you. Before I could get the chance the number got thrown into the washing machine with my clothing..." He shrugged trying to imply what had happened and hoping the other wouldn't be angry at him. Instead the other just laughed it off and got out a marker. He stepped closer grabbing Jaycee's hand and wrote down a number all down the inside of his forearm. Did he have to write it that big? He frowned. 

"Now it won't get washed without being noticed." He smiled at Jaycee. Jaycee tried to return the smile, how could he not when someone one had a smile like that. "Hey, I am having a party tonight, you should come." Jaycee couldn't believe he'd just been inivited to a party. He never gets invites to parties, never. He didn't know if this was a prank or not and he heard Jonathan's words creep into his head. His expression probably showed what he was thinking and Louis laughed. "How about I just text you the details and well see if you come or not. It is going to be an awesome party!" He smiled before whipping out his phone and looking expectingly at Jaycee. "What?" He asked confused on why the other was looking at him so. "I need your number to text you the dets." Louis responded. Jaycee mumbled an, "Oh." before giving him his number. Soon enough he got a text, his phone vibrating in his pocket. "See you later." Louis said before running off to join his friends with the frisbee. Jaycee waved before he too ran off and got on the bus.

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When Jaycee got home, he noticed that Jonathan wasn't here yet. His mouth formed a thin line as he knew already where he probably was and he shock his head to get the image of him and Fiona out of his head. He unlocked the door and walked into the house, kicking his shoes off and setting them in the pile by the front door. In the week that had followed him being here he had learned alot about the famliy and the do's and don't's in the house hold. One was to take your shoes of when entering and placing them neatly along side the others in the rack provided at the front door. There were racks provided at all exisits and entrances in the house. Auntie was a bit of a neat freak when it came to her own living area.

 He ran up to his room, dumping his book bag on to his bed and pulled out his phone that hadn't stopped vibratting since he had last talked to Louis in person. They'd text his whole bus ride home and until then. He was surprised at the message he read next: Come 2 my party 2nite!

Jaycee didn't know if he could go or not. He was actually afraid of going. He had never been inivted to a party before so he expected all the horrors that people always talked about at bad parties. Maybe this wasn't going to be a bad party, it was after all Louis's party. He asked for the details so he could ask Auntie. He wasn't going to sneak out the house and if she told him no than he wouldn't have to face the slight fear he had of going to the party. 

When Auntie did come home, later that afternoon, Jaycee had already finished his homework and had cleaned his room. Yes, being a bit of a suck up but he didn't know how else to make sure he got a yes but he wasn't even sure he wanted that yes. He signed as he headed down the stairs to the kitchen where he found Auntie packing away groceries. When she spotted him she smiled brightly at him, dropping the bag she had in her hand and coming toward him, hugging him. He smiled, hugging her back before letting her go and watching her go back to packing things away. "Hey, sweetie! How was your day at school?" She asked over-friendly. He bit his lip to keep down his annoyance as he tried to stay poliet. In his mind he knew she was just trying to be nice to him, help him and make it work. She wasn't trying to take the place of anyone or be anyone. It's not like she has asked him to call her mom.

"It was school." He spoke, hoping that would explain enough. For him, school sucked. Everytime their was a break from class he got bullied and everytime the teacher turned his back he got something thrown at him. He could never have a day where all the bullies were quiet and the day was good. He couldn't wait until his senior year ended. Life has to be much better than it has been for him. Auntie and her family were proof of that. 

Auntie eyed him when he remarked it was just school, her over-the-top smile fluttering slightly. She carried on though seeming to decide not to probe into the subject just yet. "Well I have delicious dinner that will lighten everyone's mood. And besides it's the weekend, sweetie." She smiled at him when she said sweetie and he only could smile back at her. He didn't mind being called that but he felt it was for someone much younger that him. Sweetie sounded so immature and innoucent. He was far from those. As she went through the kitchen, Jaycee cleared his throat nervousily. It caught Auntie's attention and she glanced at him. "Everything alright, sweetie?" He nodded as he took a seat at one of the bar stools. "Yeah, I am okay. I just have something to ask you." She nodded, closing the cabinet door she had been looking into as she turned to stand infront of him, a fake, worried smile on her face. "Okay, shoot." She directed and he did. "I was invited to a...party by a ..friend." At the word friend he couldn't help but smile, as he continue to ask, "Can I please go? All my homeworks done and my rooms clean." Auntie's face showed her surprised before it broke out into laughter. He didn't understand but only worried that she was going to say no to him. "Of course you can go. As long as you ask me frist and don't sneak out like Jonathan does than sure. Have fun at your party. Should I save you some dinner?" He nodded, smiling. So if he wanted to have anything done, he just had to do the exact opposite of how Jonathan does it. "Yes please. Thank you Auntie." He said as he hopped off the stool and headed out the kitchen. She smiled at him heading back into the kitchen to finish whatever she was doing. 

Heading upstairs, he pulled out his phone and texted Louis that he was coming. Not even a second later a reply was sent back: Cool! See you later ;)

Jaycee smiled at the response as he headed to his room to get ready for the party.

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Sorry for the short chapter!! But it's going to be epic in the next one and I just had to get this details out of the way first. So tell me what you think in comments, vote, and like!!! Thanks! :)