I'm Straight I Swear!? (BoyxBoy)

8- Oh, The Lovely Webs We Weave

A/N Short and Sweet xD Next chapter will be where Colin begins the cheesy Rom-Com pursuit of Mason ;) Oh! And chapter is dedicated to the only person who acctually listened to my lil message that I sent to all my lovely fans. She be the reason you get this upload :)

I was lying down on Joey’s bed staring up at the ceiling when I heard the front door open.

“Joey what in the world is it that you’re wearing?!” his mother proclaimed, I stifled a laugh.

“Hey mom...” he greeted meekly, shuffling forwards.

“Where have you been?” his dad added, I could tell by the sound of his gruff voice.

“Uh...” Joey hesitated, as I pictured the scene unfolding below.

Joey standing before his parents in what appears to be some modern hooker’s outfit, a Cheshire cat’s grin plastered to his face. His dad asks “Where have you been?” an ordinary question, Joey blushes, and mumbles a reply, his dad being old and unable to hear asks him to repeat himself so Joey, takes in a deep breath, knowing that he’s about to get screwed...and not in the good way, and blurts out a reply “A GAY CLUB!” and his mom faints, dropping to the floor, and his dad, trying to say something turns red, ears dispelling smoke, as he spontaneously combusts.

But instead, Joey merely says “...out” pretty lame in my opinion, and I can’t help the sigh of disappointment that escapes me.

But his parents, being good little Christian folk, don’t question him and accept the response, preferring the blatant lie over the ugly truth.

Soon, I can hear his footsteps on the stairs, and I admit that part of me is nervous to see him...considering that last I saw him he was crumpled on the sidewalk outside the club, crying, and pleading with me to love him back.

But when he walks through his bedroom door there is no awkward moment in which he looks at me with desperate tear stained eyes, instead he struts through the room as though nothing even happened. I have to admit that I’m surprised to see him so put together.

But then again, maybe I think too highly of myself.

“Figured you’d be here” he states, as he stands at the foot of the bed.

“Unfortunately there are not many places I can go these days” I reply, seeing that there is still a thin veil of tension hanging between us.

“Well...” he starts “You’re always welcome here...if you want”

Translation: Are we cool?

“Well...you do have the comfiest bed in town” I counter with a wink.

Translation: Dude, you’re my bro, ‘course we’re cool.

Joey smiles, and flops down beside me, the tension between us defused with cryptic replies. “So you and Mason huh?” he questions elbowing me playfully.

“What are you talking about?” I answer innocently.

“Dude, you were practically sucking the guys face off” I was not...was I? I mean, I didn’t think I was...it hadn’t felt like I was at least...but then again I doubt I would have noticed, even just thinking about it has my stomach constricting in pleasurable knots.

“Shut up!” I called playfully smacking him on the shoulder. He laughed it off, knowing he was right, I laughed, knowing that we were okay.

“But seriously Colin, you and Mason?” Joey inquired, breaking up the play.

“Dude, I’m not gay” I replied, avoiding his eyes.

“Like Hell you aren’t”

“Does it even really matter if I am? To my parents I’ll always be straight” I countered, sitting up.

“Who cares about your parents? They aren’t the ones who’re going to make out with guys so why should they care?” he stated, sitting up as well.

“Because it’s fucking disgusting” I bit out angrily, my stomach twisting at the harsh words. But I meant them; it was just that this time...they applied to me too.

Joey sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. “You really think that?”

I nod.

“Jesus, so that means I’m disgusting to you to then? That you were disgusted when you kissed me? Kissed Mason?” He questions.

 “No...No...And no”

But he just continues to stare at me, disbelieving, and I can’t really blame him, I’ve been bi-polar lately with the way that I’ve been acting, it’s like one minute my life never happened and I can accept it and the next it all comes flooding back and no matter how much I tell myself it’s okay my brain just refuses to agree.

“Then what is it that you’re so damned afraid of?” he asks quietly.

I stare silently ahead, refusing to answer as it echoes solely in my head.

That I was wrong...

Mason's POV

“Hey Mom” I greeted as I came in through the door.

She smiled “Did you have fun?” I nodded “That’s good to hear...you know your Dad and I have been worried about you lately...” she stated gazing at me from her spot at the sink.

“I know” I sighed “But there’s no need...I’m fine really”

“You aren’t the only one who misses him” she said suddenly as she continued to wash the dishes.

“I know”

“Then why do you think that you have to bear the burden of his loss alone?” She questioned her voice cracking ever so slightly from the weight of her own grief.

“...because he was mine Mom not yours or Dads or anyone else’s, he was mine and He took him away from me, and there’s nothing I can do to bring him back, or to erase that day, so if I want to burden the bear of his loss alone then I God damn will” I answered bitterly, stomping out, and climbing the stairs up to my room.

I slammed the door shut behind me collapsing onto my bed, a thousand memories strewn on white washed walls; A thousand pictures of him and me.

My stomach began to twist as I looked at Matthew’s smiling face, knowing that the face I wanted to see at this moment belonged to the guy who killed him.

I just...for some reason Colin wasn’t who I had imagined him to be...at the trial he had seemed cold-hearted and arrogant. But at the club he had seemed only lost...and suddenly everything Matthew said about him had made sense.

But what I supposed to do when Matthew’s face was spread around my room? When each week I visited his grave with a fresh set of flowers? When kissing Colin ignited a spark I had long thought burned out?

Matthew would have wanted me to help him...but I couldn’t the pain of his loss still flowed through me sending a knife straight into my heart every time I breathed.

But yet, somehow I knew that tonight wasn’t the last time that I would see Colin Jane.

And I was happy that, that was the case.