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"Fine! Just let go of me already. Go close the door then stay on the far side of the bed. I don't want you touching me." I instructed, making Chris nod his head and doing what I asked.

I couldn't help but watch as he quickly got up and closed the door. His hair was messy and his lips were a bright red from biting on them so much.

He made his way back to the bed and stood beside it for awhile not knowing what to do.

"Can you hurry up before I change my mind!" I scolded then layed back down.

I heard him take off his shirt while a huge part of my brain was yelling at me to just kick him out.

Chris climbed into bed and it was probably the most awkward situation ever. I have never shared a bed with a boy and it was really making me uncomfortable and irritated.

I let the beautiful sound of the rain relax me into a calm sleep until I felt Chris press himself against my back like a small ball.

I wanted to shove him away and just let out my anger, but I was too tired to scold the child anymore so I let it pass and tried to sleep again.

A couple hours later, I woke up to a loud crash downstairs. I opened my tired eyes and tried to rub the sleep off of them but I couldn't move my arm.

I turned my head and almost had a panic attack when my arm was under Chris's neck. He slept on it peacefully and his face was so close to mine it scared me.

This was horrible.

As I was about to push him off, another loud crash sounded downstairs this time waking up Chris. His sleepy green eyes looked at me and I saw as he realized how close we were.

Why the hell was he blushing?

I quickly got out of bed and put on my sweatpants.

"Where are you going?" Chris worridly questioned as I headed for the door.

"Stay here, brat." I instructed and turned around to leave the room.

"Wait! Let me come with you so I can help." he replied and got out of bed half naked.

I don't know what caused me to look up and down at his exposed body. What the hell was I doing?

Chris approached me and was about to head out the door but I quickly stopped him. "Will you freaking listen to me! Stay here and lock the door!" I harshly whispered in his face causing him to frown at me.

Something about him frowning caused a small pain to erupt in my chest.

"B-But I don't want you to get hurt, Royce." he whimpered and held me tightly.

Why was he so worried about me when all I did was treat him like crap? Something was definitely wrong with this kid.

"Chris, if you don't want me to get hurt then just stay here or I swear I'm going to knock you unconsious." I threatened causing him to let go right away.

I quickly left afterwards and slowly made my way downstairs. I creeped into the kitchen and turned on the light to see the window open, causing the strong wind to knock the things beside it to the ground.

I rolled my eyes at how stupid it was that I thought it was a burglar. I closed the window then headed back upstairs. As I entered my room I saw Chris in my bed waiting anxiously for me.

Seeing him shirtless with my sheets around his thin body caused me to think things I never thought I would ever imagine about another male..

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Royce's P.O.V continued...

"C'mon....c'mon....yes!"

I grabbed the soda from the broken vending machine and walked away before anybody noticed that I stole it. My hand made contact with the broken glass causing it to get a minor cut. I wiped the bood on my jeans and ignored it.

"Royce, we need milk."

I drank my soda in peace and entered the grocery store.

"Royce?"

I ignored the annoying brat and snatched some chips before placing them in the shopping cart. My dad left over $30o dollars for food so I was taking advantage of it.

A cute blonde girl passed by me with her own shopping cart causing me to turn around to check her out.

She had some nice curves but I didn't like how she tried so hard to act cute just because I was looking at her.

"U-m..Royce?"

I turned back around and faced the boy I've been ignoring all morning.

"What the hell do you want?" I spit out.

Chris flinched at my tone of voice and looked down at the shopping cart instead. "W-We need milk but I've never been to this store so I-I don't know where it is." he shyly replied.

I rolled my eyes at him and walked away before I said something that would get me grounded. I made my way to the dairy area and grabbed two gallons of milk.

"My man Royce! I haven't seen you all year, bro."

I smiled when I saw my friend Martin with a case of beer in his hand. I fist bumped him and adjusted the cold gallons of milk on the floor.

"Where you been, Martin? Being a lazy drunk like always?" I questioned with a smirk causing Martin to playfuly hit my shoulder.

"Nah man, we're having a party tonight so Ricky and I just came for some things. You should come over. There's going to be a bunch of beer and college girls, bro." Martin offered with a wink.

I ran my fingers through my hair and was about to accept the offer until I saw Chris approaching me. He was so focused on me that he didn't see when Ricky shoved by him causing him to fall.

Chris quickly stood up and got red with embarrassment as Ricky laughed at him. People around him chuckled causing the poor boy to frown.

Something about the way his sad, green eyes suddenly looked at me for help caused me to walk towards Ricky and shove him harder to the ground.

"What the hell?!" Ricky groaned as his chips scattered all over him.

"I didn't see you." I simply replied, causing Ricky to look up at me.

He was mad but once he understood I wasn't teasing him he got up and kept walking towards Martin, who was staring at us with humor in his face.

I walked back and picked up my gallons of milk and said a quick goodbye to Martin.

I placed the milk in Chris's cart and guided us to the cashier. Once everything was settled into the car I drove us home in silence.

Chris put fixed everything away in the kitchen as I started to make my way towards my room.

"Thank you, Royce.."

I kept walking but something about hearing those two words coming from Chris's mouth made my skin itch. I never did anything nice for anybody so why did I act the way I did?

I defended that annoying boy from a friend? What the hell was happening to me?

I paced around my dirty room and just wanted to scream. I punched the hard wall several times, causing it to crack.

My knuckles bled, but as always I didn't feel anything.

So I punched and punched the wall until it was smudged with my own blood and my knuckles were badly cut open.

No matter what I did, tears wouldn't fall from my eyes...