Boys Will Be Boys

Car Crashes

"How terrible it is to love something that death can touch." -Albus Dubledore

Our relationship began with death. The lives of my bestfriend's parents were taken by a drunken man who couldn't even remember his own name. Taylor was in denial for weeks. The only relatives he had left were those living in India for some bible mission thing and they didn't even come to check on him. All they said to him after the accident was "God must've decided it was their time, T.J." He hates when people call him by his father's name.

Taylor and I had crossed paths in school a few times, but we never talked much. I guess it was because we were just...different. Most of the people he would hang out with were goody-two shoes from his church. Which, now that I think about it is odd because he is an atheist. So it was a big surprise to me when my mother said that he was going to stay at our house until his long lost cousins or whatever got back from India.

"Lucas! Come down here this instant and help Taylor with his bags!" Speak of the devil.

I tore off my headphones angrily and hurried down the stairs before my mom could open her mouth again. Grabbing one of Taylor's heavy sports bags I groaned.

"Jesus Christ, what do you have in here, rocks?" I said while struggling to get the bag over my shoulder.

"Language!" my mother shouted and before I got to the stairs the blonde haired jock came up behind me and easily grabbed his bag off of my shoulder, jogging up to my bedroom.

I rolled my eyes at him and followed him to my room where I noticed him already scattering his shit all over my desk.

"Well, why don't you just make yourself at home?" I replied with sarcasm.

"Will do," he said and grinned his pearly white teeth at me before taking off his sweatpants.

I instantly blushed and covered my eyes in shock.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" He looked at me like I was nuts and I sighed when I saw he had gym shorts beneath his pants.

"It's like one hundred degrees in here and you're acting like I'm weird." He gestured to my outfit.

I looked down and realized I was wearing a big sweatshirt and jeans. Compared to me, Taylor looked half- dressed. He had his shirt off and he was really muscular...what was I doing again?

"Is that a yes?" he asked, looking confused.

"Yes what?" I questioned stupidly.

"I was asking you if you would show me to the bathroom so I can take a shower." he smirked a little.

"Oh. Y-yeah sure. Follow me." I turned around and practically ran to the bathroom because...well to be honest, I'm scared as hell. Taylor is beginning to scare me and not in just a big muscle jock kind of way. I handed him a towel and everything before I went back to my room, avoiding eye contact of course.

Throughout the time Taylor was in the shower, I tried my hardest not to think about him at all. Boobs. That will distract me. Watching porn doesn't even really do that much for me, but my guy brain still finds it fun to watch so I do often. You know what I didn't think about? My new roommate coming back from the shower to hear moans coming from my room. You know what happened? My new roommate came back from the shower to hear moans coming from my room.

"Sorry to interrupt that-" He starts.

Squealing like the real man I am, I covered up my...little me before my life could be totally ruined, and hid under the covers. Another really manly thing for me to do.

Taylor didn't say anything else to me that night. He just climbed up to top bunk and went to sleep. I woke up around 2 A.M. hearing silent crying and tried best to cover my ears with my pillow, because my heart hurt for him.