Disjointed Heart

Chapter Eight

"Fuck." Mike mumbled under his breath, rubbing a hand over his face and tidying his cap before grabbing the money and walking away. His head was spinning as he thought he might have ruined his whole relationship with his costumer.

"Way to go, Mike, I really need to keep my mouth shut." He muttered to himself as he got on his bike.

Right now, he really wished that he could get out of work. He still had to do deliveries all day and then he had school... but his mind was buzzing with all the information he had learned the past few days, and he wanted to know more.

No. He needed to stop. It wasn't his right to nose in Chester's past.

When the young man would be ready, he'd surely tell him. As he started the engine, he thought back to how Chester had referred to Ryan. The half Asian was certain that they had been more than friends. After all, the blonde man seemed so affected by the fact that he could see the brunette once again...

He stopped his bike at the red light before he closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing thoughts while wind blew slowly on his face and in his hair. He had taken his blue snapback cap for the ride since he was too afraid that it would fall off, and for a while, he forgot everything, except the joy it brought him to see Chester everyday...

The honk of a car behind him got him out of his reveries as he realized the light had turned green, and he turn on the left street, toward his third delivery of the day.

He already knew the day would seem to never end.

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Meanwhile, Chester was sitting in his bathtub, taking his time to relax and hopefully wash away all of the bad memories of his past. He let his thoughts travel to earlier that day, to his conversation with Mike. He blushed and covered his face with his hands, even though there was nobody there to see his crimson red cheeks.

He had no idea why he was blushing so much at the thought of the half Asian. Maybe it was the fact that he had talked about Ryan to someone else and that had been awfully embarrassing. He wasn't ashamed of his and Ryan's relationship, far from that, but it was all in the past.

After meeting with the brunette again, Chester had had his closure. He finally accepted that what they had was indeed special, but gone. They could definitely rebuild their friendship, but not a romantic relationship. With all those years apart, Chester didn't feel the same as before. Of course he still loved Ryan, he would never stop loving him, but their romantic feelings got lost in the past. They'd forever be marked in both of their histories, but only there.

The blonde wondered if Mike had thought he and Ryan were boyfriends or something. He could definitely tell that something was bothering the deliverer, it was obvious by the look in his face, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly.

It could be the fact that Chester hadn't told him a thing about his past, but he had to understand that the thing Chester hated the most was his past. Or it could be because of Ryan, but he was the one who had offered to arrange a meeting for them and had even taken Chester there himself.

His thoughts lingered toward the delivery man, as he wondered how someone so kind could actually exist. A part of him was still frightened that the half Asian would hurt him one day, and he found himself saddened by the fact that he still couldn't trust him. The young man knew that it would take him some time to be friends with someone else, but he wished he could go beyond all the hardship that was tormenting his head.

As he got out of the tub, he dried his hair and himself before he let out a sigh. He needed to distract himself. Thinking about Mike wouldn't get him anywhere today, and since he had spent the last couple of days being actually happy, he didn't want to throw it all away by overthinking again.