Football boy 6

100% fiction!

I let a good 15 minutes go by. Alex finished eating and the song "Sunday Clothes" just ended in the movie, i decide i've waited long enough.

"Hey Alex" i say hesitantly.

Alex turns quickly away from the movie and looks at me "What's wrong?" he says with worry.

"Oh, nothing, i just, i need to...um"

"yeah?"

"use the bathroom"

"Oh! sure, sure." Alex says getting up and walking to the right side of the bed, Alex goes to put his hands under me to lift me out of bed but doesn't get the chance to before i snap at him.

"AH, Ah, no, no touching, just stand there so i don't fall"

"Oh, okay" he says pulling his hands away. I use my hands to push me up and move my legs to the right so they're hanging over the bed, i push myself off the bed and onto my feet and instantly pain shoots up through my legs, which apparently haven't healed as fast as my back, it feels like pins and needles but not the numb kind, the kind where every move you make feels like you're being stabbed all over at one time. I stumble forward and just about bend over cringing from the pain but not before Alex's hands meet mine "Do you want me to carry you?" he asks looking concerned but i'm persistent.

"No, i can do this." I let go of his hands and take a couple steps but the pain causes my legs to give out and i fall face first onto the bed. Laying there with my face buried in the mattress i manage to mumble to Alex "well, there goes the last of the dignity i was protecting, could you please...carry me?" I make sure to say the last part with a sigh of discontent but i hear Alex chuckle and a moment later i feel a gentle grip on my arm. 'Here we go' i think to myself.

***

Alex puts me down, i can stand, but my legs still hurt as they hit the cold tile floor of the bathroom. I wouldn't look at him while he carried me, though he stared right at me the entire time, effortlessly holding me in his strong, warm, and gentle arms. Of course i liked it, I was just too embarrassed to even admit i needed help.

"Turn around." I say, and he immediately straightens his stare and turns toward the door, again playing with the front of his shirt "Don't look."

"No worries." he says nervously, when i'm sure he isn't going to look i go to the bathroom which took much longer than comfortable for either of us. After all that mess was done, I ambled over to the sink and washed my hands, but i wound up having to slide against Alex because he was of course standing right in front of the sink "Do you need help?"

"I'm fine, the soap won't kill me" I say looking at him and managing a half smile. He gives back a cute smirk and blushes looking down and away.

***

It had been a few hours, and was now getting dark, Alex and i had spent most of the time watching tv but he asked if I wanted to start learning what i missed as far as school work.

"sure i guess" Alex reaches into his duffle bag and pulls out some books and my school folders. Setting them down on the bed next to me he pulls out the book labeled Chemistry.

"Okay, your teacher said you guys just started chapter 16 about protons and neutrons and whatever, I did the worksheets for you but i think you should still learn about it. Because it's going to be important in the next chapter." Alex says handing me the book.

"Alright" I got to reading but i couldn't really care less about this stuff, I've always hated school, I know all this stuff anyway, and have been hoping to drop out for a while to become a-what is he doing, he's in my English folder, but that's where i keep my-"STOP!"

Alex nearly jumps out of his seat when i shout "What?!"

"Don't go in that folder."

"I'm sorry i didn't know, i was just reading one of your stories for class"

"That's not for class, that's personal." I say trying to reach over to grab it from him, he surrenders it reluctantly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. But you should know, you're really good at that, maybe you should be a writer."

"That's what I'm dropping out of school to do"

"Wait, What?"

"You heard me, I hate school, and i don't need it to be a writer." Alex's expression grew in anger as i spoke.

"But you can't, not yet, wait until the end of the year and then decide, that's all I ask of you, any debt you owed to me will be paid if you just wait"

He seemed serious, and i guess I owe him for saving my life "okay" i say whole heartedly, Alex lets out a sigh of relief and looks out the window. Right then, I realized that Alex and I have something in common...we're both lonely, very lonely, and have been for a long time. "Alex" i say a bit nervously.

"What is it Jake?"

"I don't get this part in the book, could you explain it to me?"

"Sure" he says getting up as he begins to walk around to the right side of the bed, but before he gets more than a couple feet i use my hand to pat the empty space next to me and smile at him. Alex takes a breathe looking shocked and cautiously starts towards the left side of the bed, when he reaches it he begins to climb in over the covers. As he gets close to me i can't help but notice how wonderful he smells, he's wearing some intoxicating cologne.

"So what do you need help with?" Alex asks nervously, I look at him and notice he's only a couple inches away from me now laying on his side staring at the book in my hands. I pointed to some random part of the page I was on. "Oh yeah that's a hard one but I can explain it easily, you see..." Alex continued talking but at this point i'm just staring at him not paying attention to his words, and thinking about how nice he's been and how beautiful he is. You know maybe this will actually be a good year, maybe Alex will actually come through.