The Roommate (boyxboy) -DISCONTINUED-

Chapter 5

Sooory it took so long, writers block -_- just for this particular story...*sigh* anyways vote if you like :)

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Elliot’s POV

He found out. James found out I am a slut, my life is ruined. He’ll think I’m disgusting, he won’t ever want to see me again…

“Who loves me James? Tell me.” I whispered closing my eyes while my tears spilled out. Nobody loves me, I’m a nobody.

“I do Elliot! I love you! And I don’t want to see you getting hurt; I don’t want to see you selling yourself!” He placed his hands on my wet cheeks, I kept my eyes shut. I’d desperately love to believe that but I don't. He doesn’t love me.

“No you don’t…”

“I do Elliot.”

“Show me you love me James. Show me you really do love me.” I opened my eyes to look at him. If he really does love me than he has to show me; how? I’m not sure but he better figure something out fast. I waited for his response, looking him square in the eyes trying to pick up any emotion from them and I did. He looked at me a way a friend would, not a lover. He doesn’t love me the way I love him, he loves me as a friend and nothing more. I friend he had sex with, a friend who doesn’t know how much I really do love him. Why do I love him? How could I fall in love with James? Of all people I had to pick James. I wish I could control who my heart goes for, the way he is I wouldn’t pick him in a million years.

I glanced up at him once last time before walking out of the room and out the front door; I don’t know where I’m going exactly but I’d rather be outside in the dark then be in there.

James’ POV

I heard the front door close and lock and cringed; why did I just stand there like a moron? I don’t love him, I can’t love him he’s my best friend. Yeah we had sex but that doesn’t mean anything right? …Right? Oh who am I kidding?! I loved feeling him against me, his soft lips, his gentle touch. Maybe I do love him and I don’t know it yet, I mean a guy can fall in love with a guy right? I know plenty of gay couples its not like I’m against it but…this is Elliot we’re talking about. He’s annoying, a tease, sarcastic, bi-polar, a child…then again he’s cute and funny, he seems to hide a lot of emotions until I fish them out and damn he’s good in bed.

Maybe…I could…somehow figure out if I love him or not. Maybe I could be with him to see how it is? I groaned, face palming myself. No that’d be like using him right? Well not really, there's a 50% chance I could be in love with him so I technically wouldn’t be using him until I found out if I’m not actually in love with him.

I’ll take my chances.

Sighing, I walked out of his room and slumped on the couch, watching the two idiots play video games. I’ll leave Elliot alone for now, he needs some space I mean, he just confessed he’s a whore. Which he isn’t. He just got into some crap; I can get him out of it. He doesn’t act like a whore at all and I can tell he doesn’t like it. “What was that all about?” Rodney asked after he beat Dean, again. I shrugged not wanting to tell them anything, this is Elliot’s life so it’s not my place to be gossiping about it. I couldn’t help but notice the quick look Dean and him gave to each other before he looked back at me. “O…kay. Well when he comes back can you tell him to stop banging on the couch? It stinks and has stains and you’re sitting on it.” I blinked. Right. Whoops. I barely noticed since I was so lost in thought, we didn’t clean up afterwards…