When it Stops Hurting (Royce)

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Jacob's P.O.V.

"So, did your mom get on the pastor's good side?" Elijah asked, cracking a small smile. Elijah was my best friend, we met in our freshman year of high school when he accidentally gave me a bloody nose. He was demonstrating something, I can't remember what it really was, but I do know his fist connected with my nose. I also remember the amount of apologizes he managed to slip in as he walked me to the nurse, I wasn't really paying attention to him, mainly the blood that was oozing from my nose. Elijah was around my height, which was five feet and three or four inches, and he had short curly brown hair that seemed to match the color of his eyes. Something I've learned about Elijah from being his friend for so long is that he can be very clumsy, and he's very sad.

"Totally, she was batting her eyelashes and everything. Giggling like some school girl" I answered, Elijah chuckled, he propped his legs on my lap. "She's so aggravating, EJ" I groaned, referring to him by his nickname. "I think I'm getting baptized, again".

"You poor thing" he said, reaching over to pinch my cheek. "I know you're pain".

"Do you now" I rolled my eyes, wondering if he really did.

"Yeah, one time I wore my favorite shirt to my grandparents house and they dissed it the whole time I was there. Saying things like 'Elijah, that shirt is horrendous!' And 'why would you ever want to wear that?' Totally hurt, man" he explained, imitating his grandparents.

"I hate to break it to you, but that's not really the same, EJ" I smiled, "you can get a new shirt, we can't get a new sexuality".

"Yeah, that's true". He suddenly picked up his phone from the coffee table, we were in his living room with the door closed but the shades and curtain open. "So, are you taking me to work with you?"

"Why do you want to come to work with me?"

"Because I like to watch you make people's coffees and other beverages. You look hot when you do it". I laughed, "really? That's the only reason why you want to come? Because I look hot?"

"Duh, Jacob" he replied, his fingers found their way to my hair, he gently pulled on my dark curls. "You're gonna let me come, right?"

"Of course".

His lips tugged into a small smile, he removed his legs from my lap. "I'm gonna go upstairs and take a shower then" he announced.

"Can I come?"

He looked at me, "come take a shower with me?"

"No, come upstairs with you" I chuckled, "I don't want to shower with you". I stood up and followed him upstairs to his room.

"Wait, what's that supposed to mean? Why don't you want to shower with me?" he crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm feeling a bit offended".

I plopped down on his bed, "are you really asking why I don't want to shower with you?"

"I am" he began to choose the clothes he was going to wear today. "So what is it Mr. Hot Stuff?"

"Because I'm not attracted to you?"

He gasped, "how could not be attracted to me?"

"Just go and take a shower" I replied, watching him clutch his clothes to his chest. He pouted a bit, but disappeared out of the room.

"Oh, by the way, your nail polish is in my nightstand drawer!" He called out, "you left it the last time you were here". I reached over and opened the drawer, pulling out the nail polish. I shrugged a little and began to repaint my nails I awaited his return.