Well, about yesterdays activities… seems like the nurse did suspect something, but thankfully didn’t elaborate. She entered the room happily, telling me that I’m finally allowed to go home but should avoid strenuous activities when her gaze fell on Damian, sleeping like an angel and the shirt discarded on the floor. It took her a moment to process what she saw but then, she turned deep red and started to stutter something. Really, her facial expressions were comical! What would I do to see something like that again. When she finally calmed down she repeated her advise about the ‘no strenuous activities’ on which I smirked and raised my eyebrows. I looked down at Dam and then to her.

“Really?”, I whine. “But he’s so cute!” I give her puppy dog eyes.

“You can’t move too much or your broken bones will remind you on their own, I guess. Just… don’t be too wild, alright boys?”, she asks. I give her a thumbs up and wave after her.

Damian wakes up a few minutes later, after I poked him in the ribs for what feels like ten years. “I have to go to the toilet.”, I state.

“Really?”, he yawns, “I didn’t realize how often humans really have to go to the toilet until I met you. It was always so… easy I guess? Something you don’t really think about until you have to.”

I laugh. “Nice speech, especially for the fact that you just woke up. How come you’re so quiet at school?”

He blushes scarlet. “You noticed?”, he asks.

“Why wouldn’t I notice a handsome lad such as you?”, I tease, wiggling my brows at him.

“Shut up!”, he only whines. Damn, I really should have talked to him sooner. Never know on what you’re missing out unless you try, I guess. But maybe he wasn’t always this.. uh, shy? Special? I’ll stick with special.

I lean over to him, pecking his cheek before nibbling on his chin. If he doesn’t want to help me, he’ll suffer. I breathe in his smell, you can still smell something spicy and fresh and his personal scent. I kiss and nibble my way down to his neck, biting him lightly, on which he groans. “Seriously? Wasn’t yesterday enough?”, he asks. “You were the only one rewarded yesterday, even after you lied! So now, you have to suffer.”, I say with a devious smirk.

“Can’t I make it up to you by making you feel the same or something?”, he asks. “Don’t bother. At least in this regard, I should be able to do it on my own. And in fact, for you, it would rather be a reward than punishment, wouldn’t it?”

“You could hit me?”, he asks shyly with red cheeks.

Wait. Why... don't tell me he's...

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU DUDE!

“I don’t wanna hear about your weird kinks! Just shut up, would you? Fuuuck, always those horny teenagers…” He looks at me affronted. “I’m not horny! And I never said I was into BDSM!”

I decide to tease him a little more. “What’s BDSM?”, I ask.

“Bondage, discipline (or domination), sadism (or submission), masochism…” Weird silence. “At least that’s what Google says.” Oh my god. You only make it worse, you know? Even I’m close to being weirded out.

Okay, maybe I’m not.

But come onnn, he’s so cute, shy, looks like a greek god AND is into BDSM?

He’s frigging perfect!

“So, I’m not gonna ask why you know that. Pretend that the conversation never happened.” His cheeks are tinted red, his gaze is casted downwards and his eyes are slightly glassy. Don’t tell me he’s gonna cry. Although I’m freaking awesome, I have to admit, I absolutely can’t handle crying people. Okay, am I supposed to feel bad now? Because my chest is getting tight and hurts a little. “Are you alright?”, I ask him, trying to stay calm. “You know, there’s nothing bad about being into that stuff. Doesn’t everyone have some weird kinks?”

At that, someone clears their throat at the door. I turn around, seeing Lassy and her father, staring at me flabbergasted. “Well, good to know, but maybe next time you should choose a more private space to talk about that.”, Lassy says. Her father coughs awkwardly, silently retreating into the hall.

“Why, because you can’t handle it little princess?”, I smirk mockingly. “Oh, tell me you didn’t say that. Who’s the little one, Mr. 158 cm?”, she asks me.

Really? I called her little princess and all she cares about is the fucking ‘little’? And how dare she come back at me with my height, the LITTLE demon!

After a little bickering between us two her father enters the room again, picking me up and kidnapping me to his car. “We already filled out all the documents for you, and your father paid for everything.”

I go pale with fear. Does that mean father’s home? But he wasn’t supposed to be back until the end of the month! Gulping, I glance over at Lassy’s father. Did he talk to him? “U-Uhm, sir? Is my father back?”, I ask him, voice trembling a little.

“No. When I called him he asked me to look after you and that he’ll transfer the money I spend on you. He also told me I should inform you that he won’t be coming back until next month. Something work related came up he said. I'm sorry kid. Are you okay at your place or do you want to stay with us?”, he asks, smiling at me shortly before looking at the road again.

I have to say, I really appreciated the time I spent with Lassy, but she’s quite a handful and I doubt I could have my precious peace if I stay with her. I also promised Dam that he could stay at my place if he helped me. Why did something like that happen between us two? Ugh, I hope it won’t be too awkward. After all, we have to share my room or otherwise when father notices we’ll wish we’d never been born.

I tell him he can bring me home and ask Lassy for the work I missed. She also promises to lend me her notes and give the teachers my homework. I can’t afford bad grades, but I guess before that happens hell freezes.

Lassy’s father, who told me to call him Dean, dropped by at Damian’s place to gather his stuff before driving us to my place. He and Lassy quickly help carrying up our stuff before they bid us goodbye.

I look around, seeing the piles of boxes. There are seven in total and a few bags. “Uhm, how long do you plan on staying?”, I ask him curiously. He shrugs. “As long as you let me, I guess.” Oh well. We may as well start unpacking. I open the first box. He really brought curtains. And a carpet, as well as piles of books. I try to lift it up but come quickly to the conclusion that the nurse was right. No strenuous activities for me it seems. “Sorry, but you either have to unpack alone or wait for a couple more days. But I can entertain you while working if you want.”

“Your room is depressing. If I don’t start working now I fear I’ll become as grumpy as you are. How do you want to entertain me?”, he asks. Actually, I don’t only read and work, but also sing and play the guitar. I also have to say that I’m a fairly good singer. And I'm NOT grumpy. I'm realistic, there's a difference. “Can you please give me the guitar on top of the closet?”, I ask. “But don’t overexert yourself, alright?”, he says. “Yeah, yeah. Of course.”, I mumble, thinking of songs I could play. “What kind of music do you normally listen to?”, I ask him. “Really? I like all kinds of music, but especially old rock songs and pop.” “Rock it is then.”

I start tuning the strings before strumming a few accords. I’ll start with something simple.. what about Johnny Cash? Or the Beatles… I have an idea. I’ll start with Hotel California (Eagles) and play also Ring of Fire (Johnny Cash) along with Don’t let the sun go down on me (Elton John). He stops unpacking as I really start to play, staring at me in awe when I finally start singing. Playing kinda hurts. At least my fingers aren't broken.

I smile at him, making him blush. Oh man, I really want to see his face when he realizes I can cook and bake too. When he finishes unpacking, I’m lazing on my back improvising on the guitar, singing everything that comes to my mind. He cuddles up next to me, making me smile at him lovingly. Damn, I’m falling. Hard. Can’t he be a little less awesome? I lean over and kiss him on the forehead. He quickly discards of my guitar and picks me up, laying me down on his chest. He sighs contently when I let him nuzzle my neck. I quite enjoy the closeness and warmth that radiates off of him. Can we stay like this forever, please?