Listen, Don't Touch ~BOYXBOY~

Listen, Don't Touch ~ Chapter 21

I turned back around and this time kept my gaze straight ahead. I refused to look at Andrew's small smile, or his stupid adopted brother.

You're my type. It was on the tip of my tongue. But that wasn't true either.

The thing is, I've never chased anyone. I've never needed to. Even during Tristan and my sick game of who could attract the most girls, I've never had to look far or even determine a type. I guess I've had one crush before but nothing ever came out of it. It was just an admiration type of love. Small idiots like Case never attracted me before either. So there! I decided, I don't have a type.

"Case, are you singing Hallelujah?"

I looked at Andrew in confusion, then up at the mirror where Case also glanced. He still looked pretty exhausted with bags under his eyes. But he smiled and said "is humming singing? Mmmm nah I don't think so."

I hadn't realized he had been humming, but now that I was out of my thoughts, I heard his clear hum. I automatically sang in my head with the tune, well it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift, the baffled king composing hallelujah...

I don't think I've ever so desperately wanted to hear someone sing.

I sighed. This wasn't good. I've acted so freely with him recently, jokingly. But I think I might actually be in trouble.

.:~ CASE ~:.

I can't do this. I'm not ready. I'd rather sing. I'd rather sing in front of the whole entire world and Canada and all of Santa's stupid little elves and Santa HIMSELF. I'd rather run around naked in nothing but a Christmas hat and sing Rudolf the Red Nose Snitch! God, anything would be easier!

A hand laid heavily on my shoulder. Oh Logan how romantic– oh it's just Andrew. "You'll be fine Case. We'll wait in that WcDonalds we passed a couple blocks down. Just text us when you're done." I nodded, since that's all I could manage. I felt slightly sick to my stomach.

"Hey stupid."

I looked up at Logan. He wasn't smiling or anything, in fact he looked quite serious. Damn he is H.O.T. I'm sure glad thoughts are always on mute.

"Just be yourself. Don't leave any regrets."

I nodded again and tried to breathe a little easier. I walked on stiff legs up the front porch. He lived in a much nicer house than I was expecting. It seemed freshly painted, with an untrimmed yard and a car in the driveway. There was a very tiny, quiet voice waaaaaaay in the back of my head telling me, look how well he is doing without you.

No Case. That doesn't matter.

I heard Andrew's car pull away from the curb and a couple seconds later, I was alone.

Breathe.

Knock knock.

I waited a bit and knocked again, this time more confidently. You've got this Case. You can do this. You're here for information, and for peace. You've GOT this.

The door opened. Nice and calm.

"IGOTYOUREMAILANDIMHERETO– AH– UHM–WHO ARE YOU?"

I looked down at the little girl with black hair who stared blankly up at me. Suddenly she screamed. "DAAADDDDYYYY!!! There's a WEIRDO–"

"No no! I'm not a weirdo! I'm a friend! Uh uh SANTA! IM A FRIEND OF SANTA! HO HOLLY HO! Shh–"

"What did your mom say? Don't answer the door." The little girl hid behind her dad. I looked up. And boy, did this man cause an onslaught of memories to claw their way up my body. I shivered. We stared at each other for a few seconds, his eyes unchanging.