Therapeutic Love (BxB)

Chapter 9: Dakarie

July|11th

DaKarie had spent the entire fucking day moving boxes, unpacking boxes and folding boxes. Karie was thankful when he could finally take a seat, a little sore from all the lifting. 

He pulled out his journal with a sigh. He didn't enjoy it but he promised his dad and Karie was a man of his word.

Day was fine, no accidents. Unpacked with dad, met a new neighbor. Apperantly I go to school with him which is news to me.

He's not bad. Little nerdy, kinda awkward and shit but hes chill. And not too bad looking for a guy. I mean, I'm sure hes someones type.

Now that I think about it, there was a close call. Something happened that got me thinking bout my ma. I didnt know the dude but I still wanted to beat the shit out him anyway.

Its fucked up, yeah. Fine now.

I can't help it though.

He leaned back in his seat with a groan, stretching. His eyes settled on the window across from his where a figure was stepping in.

Oh shit..

He didn't look away as JJ began drying his hair with a towel, fussing up his glasses a little which he fixed.

Karie was still watching the dude when they made eye contact. Motherfucker was like a cat hitting water, he bounced right the fuck outta there.

He lunged for the clothes on his desk, didn't even spare Karie a second glance as he imminently ran out the door. He laughed to himself a little, liking how JJ looked when he was flustered.

He grimaced at his own thoughts.

Man shut the fuck up

He hit the shower, feeling disgusted with himself for some reason.

Fucking Alec, getting in his head. It was normal shit for people to get confused right? Plenty of guys thought about it at least once, he thought to himself.

Later that night, Karie was decending the stairs, two steps at a time. His father called him to help with dinner. He slowed when he noticed someone in the backyard. The fuck..

"Ayo, what the fuck you doing on our property?" Karie swung the door open, ready to beat some thieving ass.

"Oh," The fight washed from him when JJ's head poked out of the blanket. He sat at the firepit in the darkness, curled up on himself.

"You good, man?" His father called, concerned.

"Uh yeah, yeah nevermind." He was gonna ask the dude if he was alright but that seemed like a waste of his breath at that point. Before he could stop himself he was seated a chair away from him.

Bro was sniffling a little, trying not to cry. Karie brushed his Tims in the dirt, kicking a twig.

"You wanna..you wanna talk about it?" JJ unfolded a little, his long legs hitting the ground, his fingers fidgeting in his lap.

"Uh..no. Thank you."

"Man, you cant just sit out here."

"Well I don't wanna be inside right now." Karie nodded absently, glancing back to the boys house. He looked fine just this morning. The fuck coulda happened..?

"You hungry?" JJs eyes snapped to his, confused. Karie stared back, leaned in his seat.

"You..you dont have to-" He stood, his feet carrying him to his backdoor. He gestured JJ along. The boy took several seconds, dropping his blanket and follwed.