I'm Straight I Swear!? (BoyxBoy)

21- Room

Mason's POV        

We hadn't found Joey's number in the trash, somehow it had gotten lost in Chase's house, and with it the only way I had of communicating with Colin. I honestly didn't know where he was, and I didn't know how to go about finding out. Which left me just sitting in my room alone. It was an unpleasant feeling, the level of helplessness I was currently facing. There were so many unanswered questions and there was absolutely nothing I could do to change it.        

Colin became a pariah to the gay community after what he did to Matthew, he wasn't going to find an ally in us, and I was sure that majority would think it justified that he go to this kind of program. People like Chase who actually knew Matthew but somehow, really didn't. That was the thing that separated me from the rest of them because ultimately, I knew who Matthew was, he had never really died for me. Some nights I could still here a faint whisper of his voice in my head, and right now it was telling me that this was wrong. He would never have wanted for Colin to go through this, or anyone for that matter no matter how evil. It would have been hypocritical. That was always Matthews thing, he never wanted to change the rules to suit his needs, whatever he said he would stick by it.        

That included his killer. Which at first was a hard thing for me to accept, because to be honest, when I first saw Colin take the stand and act all blithe about what he had done I wanted nothing more than to take my grandfather's hunting rifle and put a bullet through his head. Instead, he had managed to put a bullet through my heart, and make me actually fall for him.        

Funny how things turn out. Not that any of it matters, it's all over now.        

"Knock knock" called a voice from downstairs. I stood puzzled, before moving to open the door. "Well hello there sunshine" greeted Chase smiling, "I thought you'd never come"        

"What the fuck are you doing here?"        

"Now that's no way to welcome a guest" he replied pushing his way in. I stared after dumbfounded. Last time we hand 'hung out' I had intentionally broken his nose when the third garbage can turned up empty. Guess, he was over that.        

"Seriously Chase, what are you doing here?"        

"I may or may not have found a solution to our problems" he answered while plopping down on the couch. Sighing, I sat down next to him.        

"Please, do go on" I muttered.        

"Well, we sadly could not find Joe's Joe's number, but we do happen to know our resident killer's last name do we not?"        

"Are you  honestly suggesting that we check the phone book for Colin's number?"        

"That is precisely what I am suggesting, although no checking will be needed as I already have it" Chase countered smirking. I wanted to throttle and hug him at the exact same time. Turns out having a complete idiot in your midst can be actually beneficial since they tend to look at things in a much simpler manner. Like for instance finding someone's number in the fucking phone book.

       "Can I have it?"        

"For a price" He stated winking suggestively, I sighed indulgently.        

"The key's to my car are on the kitchen table"        

"Alright then we have a deal" and he stuck out his hand. I shook it, anxious for the number. When he finally held it out in front of me I nearly screamed with relief grabbing it in my hands like a life line.

       Looking down I recited it to myself, memorizing it and repeating it over and over until I could recite it by heart, until it was as engraved in me as the image of Matthew's dead body.