[BoyxBoy] ✓ I Fell In Love With An Emo Boy

28. HARDBALL

I jerked off that night thinking about Timothy. Yes, still. It didn't matter how depressed he was. Every time he looked at me I got chills. And then when he came so close to me and challenged me. ME! I could give him a concussion with a single push but he just wasn't afraid. Those defying eyes were really something to think about.

So after that I decided to check on him. He was two doors down, there was nothing stopping me.

I opened the door to his room and he was sound asleep. I could hear his soft breathing. Relieved, I reclined to my room and fell asleep too.

The next morning I was pumped because I was resolved to drag T out again. We could do some more sports.

When I opened his door expecting him to be asleep, I was surprised to find him awake and sitting up, staring out the window.

"Yo,"

T looked at me. He seemed surprised. Guess he hadn't heard me come in.

"How do you feel? After yesterday?"

T thought for a moment. "Sore."

"Seriously?"

"My chest hurts.." Timothy rubbed his chest. "From the weights.. My arms too.." He stared off into space. Then he looked at me again. "So thanks a lot." He said this, his tone a little playful. He was joking again.

I smiled. "I was going to drag you out again but if you're really that sore..."

"I'll have to stay in bed for at least.. two weeks." T shrugged.

I scoffed and laughed. I came to him. "Really? Is it that bad?"

T nodded.

"Lift your arm."

He came about halfway. "I can't."

I gently pulled his arm a little further up and T cringed. "Ow, ow.."

"Hmm.. How's your other arm?"

He did the same thing, though this one came a bit further before it started to hurt.

T sat on the bed and looked up at me with those eyes. I felt a flutter.

I cleared my throat. "How about your chest?" I lifted up his shirt which made Timothy nervous. He looked out the window and blushed.

"Woah.." His whole chest was bruised blue and purple and I was reminded of what'd happened.

I ran my finger over his injured skin. "I'm sorry about that.."

Timothy was silent. I looked up and he was just watching me. Then he looked confused. "Did you just apologize?"

I dropped his shirt and rose to my feet. I felt embarrassed and caught somehow. I cleared my throat again and peered around the room for a distraction.

I saw a box on a shelf and was reminded of my gift. I hadn't even had the chance to give it to him yet.

"Oh," I turned to Timothy but then I debated whether or not I should give it to him.

"'Oh'?" T asked.

"Your birthday."

T looked hurt as he thought about that day again. He stared at the sheets.

I went out of the room and grabbed my present. T watched me curiously when I came back in.

"Um.. I, uh.. Didn't get the chance to give this on your birthday." I said when I came back in.

"You bought me a present?" T was shocked.

I shrugged. "Everyone else did. What's the big deal?" I smacked my teeth. "Whatever, here." I pressed the small box into Timothy's hands.