Skin and Bones
Chapter 12
We spent the rest of the night watching movies on the couch. Tony had his arm around me the whole time, and I know I should've been weirded out by this, but I wasn't. It felt right, being in his arms. We watched a bunch of random movies on Netflix, but I wasn't really focusing on them.
We fell asleep eventually, and when I woke up, I was snuggled against Tony's chest and his arm was drapped around me. I was really comfortable though, I actually haven't slept that well in months. Right now Tony's still asleep and I know that I could probably get up without waking him. But insted I desided to enjoy the moment and let my mind wander;
You've been perfect to me since I first met you...
Why was this effecting me so much? Why does he care about me so much? I'm no one, I'm nothing but a waste of oxygen... Yet, when he hugged me, and when he called me perfect, I didn't feel so bad anymore. I'm not sure what this means though, maybe I like him... Or maybe I like that he makes me feel important.
I looked up at his sleeping face, he looked so calm. His normally perfectly styled hair was falling on his forehead, it was pretty cute actually... Maybe I do like him... Is that weird? Ofcoursefaggot. I've never liked a guy before... But I guess a soul is a soul, regardless of gender. It made me wonder how he felt about me, could he possibly like me too? Don'tmakemelaughnoonecouldeverlikeyou. Why would he though? I'm nothing special...
My thoughts were interupted by Tony yawning. His eyes fluttered opened. He smiled when he saw I was looking at him, "Morning," he said, sleepily.
"Good morning," I said, quietly.
"How long have you been up?" he asked, pulling his arm out from under me.
I sat up before mumbling, "Not very long."
"That's good," he said, smiling widely. It was possibly the most genuine smile someone had ever given me. I couldn't help but return it.
I was about to say something but my brother came running down the stairs.
"Hey sleepy heads!" he exclaimed, "I came down a little earlier but you guys were out."
I felt my face turn red. I looked at Tony, he acted like he hadn't just been cuddling on the couch. That'sbecauseit'sonlyagametohim.
"Sorry man," Tony said, laughing, "But we're up now!"
"Come upstairs for some breakfast then," Vic said, heading back up the stairs.
Tony started to follow him, but I didn't move. I don't want to have breakfast, I want to be empty. Empty is good, right? Ofcourseemptyisstrong. But Tony had other plans for me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him. I felt my heart beat faster at his touch.
"Mikey," he whispered, "You'll be ok." Noyouwon'tyou'reweak.
I didn't say anything, but I couldn't help but hope he was right.
We fell asleep eventually, and when I woke up, I was snuggled against Tony's chest and his arm was drapped around me. I was really comfortable though, I actually haven't slept that well in months. Right now Tony's still asleep and I know that I could probably get up without waking him. But insted I desided to enjoy the moment and let my mind wander;
You've been perfect to me since I first met you...
Why was this effecting me so much? Why does he care about me so much? I'm no one, I'm nothing but a waste of oxygen... Yet, when he hugged me, and when he called me perfect, I didn't feel so bad anymore. I'm not sure what this means though, maybe I like him... Or maybe I like that he makes me feel important.
I looked up at his sleeping face, he looked so calm. His normally perfectly styled hair was falling on his forehead, it was pretty cute actually... Maybe I do like him... Is that weird? Ofcoursefaggot. I've never liked a guy before... But I guess a soul is a soul, regardless of gender. It made me wonder how he felt about me, could he possibly like me too? Don'tmakemelaughnoonecouldeverlikeyou. Why would he though? I'm nothing special...
My thoughts were interupted by Tony yawning. His eyes fluttered opened. He smiled when he saw I was looking at him, "Morning," he said, sleepily.
"Good morning," I said, quietly.
"How long have you been up?" he asked, pulling his arm out from under me.
I sat up before mumbling, "Not very long."
"That's good," he said, smiling widely. It was possibly the most genuine smile someone had ever given me. I couldn't help but return it.
I was about to say something but my brother came running down the stairs.
"Hey sleepy heads!" he exclaimed, "I came down a little earlier but you guys were out."
I felt my face turn red. I looked at Tony, he acted like he hadn't just been cuddling on the couch. That'sbecauseit'sonlyagametohim.
"Sorry man," Tony said, laughing, "But we're up now!"
"Come upstairs for some breakfast then," Vic said, heading back up the stairs.
Tony started to follow him, but I didn't move. I don't want to have breakfast, I want to be empty. Empty is good, right? Ofcourseemptyisstrong. But Tony had other plans for me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him. I felt my heart beat faster at his touch.
"Mikey," he whispered, "You'll be ok." Noyouwon'tyou'reweak.
I didn't say anything, but I couldn't help but hope he was right.
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