One
Miles
I sat across from Kellan Nelsen, we go to the same school. I don't hate him, in fact we don't talk at all in school or any where else with an exception of when our moms are together and we had to be there.
The thing is our moms are best friends, been best friends since they met at an antenatal clinic seventeen years ago, bacame roommates and now here we are. Mom had been twenty two while Marissa, nineteen.
Back then my mom was newly divorced. My dad wasn't ready for a child yet, so after accusing my mom of cheating, he left, no child support, nothing. Mom hadn't fought back. She said he was abusive, not physically though, verbally. So bye-bye daddy.
Marissa once lived a dream, dream house, dream friends, dream family.... not. She lived an unfulfilling, controlled, restrictive life so GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE. Her parents were rich fools who arranged for her to be married to a rich bastard at eighteen, she wasn't allowed to go to college. One day, the fucking bastard raped her, before the fucking wedding. She told her parents and guess what they said...... nope they didn't sue him or even better, castrate him.... they called her a liar. The bastard called off the wedding, her moronic parents sent her packing 'cause they wouldn't raise a bastard child in their home.
Right now Marissa, Kellan's mom is hosting her birthday party. It isn't a big one. Me, my mom, my best friend and team mate Jules, his parents, Jules' mom Lydia works with Marissa, my grandparents, Nathan and Lucia, Kellan and the birthday lady.
A chocolate angel cake sat in the middle of the table, roast chicken, asparagus wraps.... yuck, pork loin roast served with rhubarb sauce, pizza, pecan pie and some dishes I couldn't name, wine for the adults and orange juice for the kids.... really?
Anyway, I enjoyed the food, had three helpings, don't raise your brows at me, I'm a growing boy, enjoyed the conversation.
The only person who hasn't spoken tonight is Kellan.... but whatever right?
After eating, Kellan excused himself to his room. Jules and I did same thing and followed him up to his room.
His room was on the first floor of the house. His room was neat and tidy, no clothes hanging around. The room walls was in black paint, a queen bed sat against the wall, yellow bed sheets and yellow duvet. A black and yellow striped wardrobe, a standing mirror beside it. Opposite the wardrobe, at the other end of the room sat a table and a chair, placed before the window. Another door, opposite the bed lead into the bathroom.
I plumped on the bed face down while Jules sat on the chair. I heard the water running in the bathroom and turned on my back,
"Kellan?" I called out, "is that you?"
I got no reply but heard the water turn off.
He came out of the bathroom shirtless..... gasp.... he has a new tattoo, not that I'd noticed. I averted my eyes quickly. Nope.... didn't notice also he had both his nipples pierced, didn't notice his abs and biceps. Nope, didn't notice at all.
Truth is Kellan and I had once upon a time been close friends. Then I changed, he changed. I made sure to not stare at him for too long so he wouldn't get any ideas.
Two years ago, he came out to his mom. I didn't know about that till I saw him one day lip-locking Sammy Davis in the school hallway. Thinking he had been forced, I went to save him. You want to know what he told me..... you got it...... He is gay. I didn't know what to say so I left and since then I have been avoiding him.
I turned again, onto my stomach.
I woke up to someone shaking me, hard, I guess I fell asleep?
I turned to face Kellan, a scowl on his face.
"Wake up Trin."
"Told you not to call me that Kellan." I said getting up angrily. He moved to the other side of the bed and lay on it, I jumped out of the bed like it wad on fire, he chuckled. I looked around, "is Jules gone?"
"Unhmmm." I don't know why I asked, he rarely spoke, to only me though. "Has everyone gone?" I tried again, he shrugged. He took his phone and ignored me. I stomped my way angrily downstairs. Mom and Marissa still sat at table talking. I angrily sulked all the way back up. I dropped myself on the chair and brought out my phone from my pants pocket. It was already late in the evening. I called mom's phone.
"Are we going home tonight?"
"No."
"'kay" I cut the call.
I turned to Kellan, "you still got my clothes?"
We had regular sleepovers at Kellan's place.
"Hmmm." He pointed to his wardrobe. I got a singlet and grey pajama bottoms and went into the bathroom.
By the time I was out, my bed space was made, I lay down timidly, couldn't fall asleep till three in the morning..... Thank God it's not a school night."
I woke up late, 14:48 read the alarm on the small drawer beside the bed.
I groan turning around to settle back so I could sleep more, the space was empty. I was awake till three o'clock in the morning.
I was so aware of the boy behind me. When I heard his breathing even out, I turned to look at him. I had slept in this bed so many times more than I could count. He was shirtless again, he is always shirtless.
I remember the first time I slept in his bed with him after he came out, I woke up tangled with him and the blanket. I panicked pushing off me and scurrying backward away from him and down to the floor on my butt.
We didn't stay on the same bed for a while after that. In fact, I avoided him, avoided going to his house, especially when I knew we wolud stay over. I made an excuse of Jules and I hanging out. When ever I was unlucky enough to stay over, I slept on the floor. I think ut was after that he stopped talking to me.
I watched his face, peaceful, beautiful. I eyes moved down to his chest, watching as it moved as he breathed. He wore a round ring in his nipples, as I looked at it, I felt myself getting hard, I turned around immediately.
I had started to question my sexuality a year after Kellan came out. I was so confused, thinking he had infected me, that I felt those things because I was associating with him. I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts. When I felt my emotions settle, I turned around again. He shifted a little. I shut my eyes and stayed stiff till he settled quietly, sound asleep.
I finally drifted off to sleep, staring at his gorgeous form.
