Blue Howard (boyxboy)

We are forever

I shall give you a new chapter, because I have been a disasterous writer so far. Sorry, you have been 24 days without a new chapter. Kick me or yell at me, but I hope you enjoy this one, and I hope I can upload soon.

It's kind of packed with a lot of stuff, but it gets more interesting the next chapter. I'm getting there.

Merry Christmas x)

Chapter 19 – We are forever

Relationships always end funnily.

It might be random, and the two of you never speak again. It might be that you remain best friends, because it seems silly to just let go of each other. It might even be that you are still together, technically, even though you don’t act like you’re in a relationship, and slowly, you just drift apart.

In this case, it’s that one does simply not want to taste defeat, and he desperately holds on to the last threads of the relationship.

“I’m scared,” Jocelyn quietly admits to Emma, and lets her take her jacket off. “He might not leave me alone.”

I push myself off the door frame and walk back to the kitchen, where Anton is sipping his tea. His face is blank, unreadable, and I put my hand on his shoulder, just to reassure him that I’m here. That no matter what happens to any of us, I’ll be there for him first.

“Tea’s good,” he says, and I smile. Maybe I have been too caught up in the drama concerning only Jocelyn. And maybe it’s right that she needs to prove herself to us. Otherwise, it would be wrong to carry on like that.

“Is it?” I raise my eyebrow, and when he nods, I nod. I rest my head against his shoulder and sigh.

“I assume you don’t want to talk about it?” he asks, setting the cup down.

“No. Let’s focus on something else, something happy.” I place my hand on his and lace our fingers together. It’s such a sweet and innocent gesture, yet it immediately fills my insides with warmth, as if I were holding my hand close to the fireplace.

“I’m quite happy,” Anton whispers, and there’s a hint of amusement in his tone.

I raise my head. “Are you suggesting I focus on you?”

He plays with my fingers, a smirk forms on his lips.

“I am,” I continue, and look him in the eye. He doesn’t glance back at me, but continues to caress my hand. “You’re adorably stupid. Or stupidly adorable. It’s hard to tell which.” I kiss his cheek and he shivers. I bite my lip. The power I have over him is incomprehensible. Do I even deserve him?

I never imagined meeting someone like Anton. Maybe I couldn’t believe that someone like him was even real. Maybe I thought that I didn’t deserve anyone like that.

I’m glad I did meet him. It’s an unimaginable situation we’re in – we’re stepbrothers and we both think consider my father to be an idiot, we both used to date a girl, but now we have made it pretty clear we like boys, and we started dating after a week.

I wouldn’t call it dating, though. We’re still not dating in my eyes. We just like each other and that’s that. Labels are unnecessary, unless you want to buy something and you really need to know what it is you’re getting. Only then. But we are not things. We’re people. If you like someone, then it’s fine. Like them. Doesn’t matter, boy or girl. If you’re happy, it’s good. If he or she is happy with you, it’s good.

So as long as I don’t turn into a jerk, I think we’ll both be happy. As long as Anton stays adorable as he is, I’ll be happy. And that’s all that we need.