He flinches, quickly apologizing, whereon I huff, saying that it’s not his fault at all and he’s only trying to help.
“I think that’s the nicest thing you ever said to me.”, he says teasingly.
“If you don’t watch out, it may be the nicest thing I’ll ever say to you.”, I say mockingly, grinning at him. He laughs. “Than I better be nice.” “Don’t you dare!”, I shout, “Just be yourself and everything will be alright. Don’t pretend to be someone else just so people like you. Understand?”, I ask.
He smiles at me gently, blushing again. I laugh. “How come you blush so easily?”, I wonder.
He groans. “I usually don’t do that.”
“So it’s because of me?”, I tease, wiggling my brows.
“Is there something you can’t counter?”, he questions.
“Sure is, just try long enough, it’ll work eventually.” Shaking his head, he sets me down on the closed toilet lid, asking if there’s at least something I can do on my own.
I just shrug and say that I am very well able to pee on my own but that aside from that I can’t do much. They broke both my arms and legs and several ribs. I really don’t know how they managed that in the few minutes they hit me, but what I really ask myself is why they did it. I never said I was gay, and being gay is no reason to hit someone. But that’s only my opinion.
He lifts me up and pulls
down my shorts, which proves to be difficult because
of the casts I’m currently wearing. Apparently, they brought me to
the hospital while I was only semi-conscious. Seriously, I can't remember a thing after I fell asleep in the nurse's office.
He hesitates before he also pulls down my briefs, blushing furiously. I’m actually a little annoyed that he’s so shy already. “Something wrong?”, I ask. I know that I’m quite attractive but why should he care? Even if he’s gay too, that doesn’t mean he blushes whenever he sees a naked male. He also plays a lot of sport and sees his teammates like this all the time.
“I… I’m gay.”, he
mumbles. “Do you want me to stop?” So he really is gay.
I roll my eyes. “Why
should I care?”, I ask. And I mean it.
“Don’t you feel a little uncomfortable being naked in front of me now?”
“Why would I?”, I wonder. “You’re a guy as well, you have the same parts as I. And looking doesn’t hurt, does it? And just cause you’re into guys doesn’t mean you’re into me?”
He hums, lifting me and the toilet lid up before placing me on the toilet. “You know it doesn’t work like this?”, I ask as he wants to leave the room. “Seriously?”, he asks. “Well, I don’t know how you go to the toilet…”, I say. He walks over to me, helping me with red cheeks and ears, he actually looks kinda cute like that.
He also helps cleaning me up with a wet cloth. “Could you maybe help me the next few weeks? They arranged a wheelchair so I can at least listen at school. I don’t know how many courses we have together, but I think it are at least half of them. I’ll still need help doing anything. What do you say?”
“It's all of our courses. Can I stay at your place for the next few months? I have some problems at home, so that’d help and I could also look after you better like that.”, he looks at me pleadingly. How come he knows it's all of our courses? Is that common knowledge? Am I really that ignorant? Okay, there aren't exactly that many alternatives but still...
“That’s fine by me I guess. But you have to sleep in my room and I have to tell father. He doesn’t like strangers in other rooms than mine, kitchen or the living room. And the locked room is off-limits, okay? Don’t even stand in front of it and don’t talk about it or mom or anything like family in front of him. Also, you have to leave your stuff in my room and always lock the door, even if you only go to the toilet, father can come by any moment.”
“Uh… Is there a problem with your father?”, he asks looking worriedly.
“He is alright as long as you leave him alone. Answer all his questions, even if you have to lie. It doesn’t matter if he hears something else later, he doesn’t care. Also, you absolutely have to leave him alone should he cry. Can you cook?”
“I can cook a little. Do you?”
“Maybe.”, I grin. “You can collect your stuff and after school we can use my car to drop by at your place. Can you drive?"
"Yeah...", he mumbles. "You have a car?"
"Got a problem with that?", I ask, rising my brows.
I remember my blank room, the missing colors… “Bring also some knick-knacks and curtains and a carpet if you have one. My room is kinda… empty.”, I say.
He salutes and carries me back to Lassys room. “Oh, and may I call you Dam?”, I ask.
“Only if I can call you Addy.”, he says. “Deal.” We shake hands and he excuses himself to pack his stuff. I spend the rest of the day watching anime, Lassys father helping me with going to the toilet and brushing my teeth. Lassy sleeps on the couch as long as I occupy her bed. I also ask her for some bed sheets and tell her about my home so she understands my request. She complies happily, taking some yellow-orange ones and also packs me some sweets.
I think I like having friends, I didn’t even notice how lonely I was. Sure, it’s a little more stressful than usual, but that’s alright. I like talking to Damian, and I love teasing him until he blushes crimson. I also like battling Lassy and annoying the hell out of her. Of course, I still miss mom, but now it feels alright.
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