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Chapter 21
Eli’s pov
I replayed the scene from in the kitchen over and over again.
I was now laying on Carters floor of his bedroom and he was laying on his bed. I think he was asleep.
Since earlier I had realized something.
I had feelings for Carter.
Yep.
I, a jock, the star of every sports team, had feelings for the new, gay kid.
But in my defense he was cute.
But so what, I liked him, that didn’t mean I had to throw away my entire reputation just for him.
Or did it?
I like him soo so much. I loved spending time with him. When I was with him he made me laugh and forget everything that was wrong with my life. He honestly made me a happier person and I know how cheesy that is but I don’t care, it’s true.
“Eli, are you awake?” Carters voice cut through the silent room and interrupted my thoughts.
“Yeah.” I replied in a whisper.
“I can’t sleep.” He stated.
“Me neither.” I replied.
“Wanna sleep up here with me?” He asked and I knew he was blushing.
“Yes.” I replied almost too eagerly. Almost.
I stood up and walked across his carpet to his bed. He moved over so there was room and I slid under the covers with him.
I Layed facing him, he mirrored me.
I gingerly moved my hand to his and wrapped my fingers around his, holding our hands together in-between us.
He gave me a soft smile through the darkness and squeezed my hand.
“I have a question.” He asked in a hushed voice looking in my eyes.
“I have an awnser.” I replied jokingly.
“Why do you let other people control your life?” He asked, striking my with the question.
I thought for s moment.
“Because, I grew up being taught that a certain way was the only way. If I was different then everyone else I was worthless.” I replied holding back the tears and ignoring the lump in my throat.
“But your not. Your so not worthless Eli.” He replied looking at me with soft eyes. He used his other hand, the one that wasn’t holding mine to run his hands through my hair, stopping my heart for a moment. He could make me feel like such a school girl.
“Your not worthless.” He repeated. I bit my lip, holding back the tears, and nodded.
“But… There’s one more thing.” I said nervously.
I guess what I’m about to tell him should have been told to him a long Time ago.
“What’s that?” He asked.
“I’m…” I took in a breath.
“I’m gay.” I said.
He smiled softly and kissed my forehead.
I blushed when he did that.
“You shouldn’t be ashamed about your sexuality Eli.” He said softly.
“My parents are homophobic, they would never accept me.” I explained.
“Well then, they can go fuck themselves because if they can’t live their son for who he is then they shouldn’t be allowed to dictate his life.” He said plainly and I took in his words.
He was right.
“Thanks Carter.” I said smiling and nodding.
“Your welcome,” he said curling up, his face inches away from mine. “Good night.” He said and closes his eyes, but kept his hand mine, and I knew something had changers about him.
He wasn’t scared anymore.
Goodnight Carter.
Chapter 21
Carters pov
“GOOD MORNING!!!” My dads yell woke me up. I groaned and sat up running my eyes. He was obviously waiting outside my door.
Eli groaned and shoved his face in the pillow.
“Dad it’s early can’t we just go back to sleep?” I groaned and he opened the door.
“Of course you can go back to sleep, but I think Eli should go home to his family, I’m sure they miss him!” My dad said over drammatically.
“No we made plans with Wes and Kayla today so he’s gonna stay here for awile.” I said and my dad glared at Eli as if it’s his fault.
He sat up and raised his hands inference.
“Fine, but I’m watching you two.” He huffed in anoyance and left my room.
I flopped down onto the bed again with a huff.
“I have a feeling your dad doesn’t like me.” Eli mumbled and I laughed.
I smiled at him. He looked so beautiful with the morning light creeping in through the blinds, casting small shadows on his face.
He rolled over a bit, ruining the moment. I mentally sighed then crawled out of the bed.
“Time to get up.” I muttered, shoving him a bit. he opened his eyes to glare at me.
He reluctantly got out of bed and stretched.
He grabbed my arm, right before I opened the door.
“I don’t want to talk about last night.” He said and I gave him a confused look.
“I’m not ready to.” He said. I guess that made sense.
“Then we don’t have to.” I said smiling at him.
“But that doesn’t mean we have to forget it.” He added.
He then kissed my cheek softly then walked down stairs.
He. Was. Perfect.
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