Chapter 4
Henry's POV
I looked across the table at Reed and smiled. He was so beautiful, gorgeous even. The way his eyes sparkled at a joke Abby made.
Even though I knew that both of them were gay, it still made me jealous. I wanted to make him laugh, I wanted to make him smile.
I remember a couple days ago when he bumped into me. I was so pissed at him, that shirt was expensive. But then I looked at him in his eyes and saw how scared he was. That's why, instead of punching him like I usually would have, I let it go.
When the waiter asked me if someone could sit with me, I thought, Why not? Maybe I'll try and be nice.
I'm glad I did.
I saw him at my table when I exited the bathroom and even though I acted cold, I was flustered on the inside. Then I told him to stay and well, the rest is history.
I sighed. I wanted him, but did he want me? I couldn't tell. Yeah, he blushed a lot around me but that could just be anything else.
Then there was that annoying bitch. She just couldn't stop talking to me, even after I insulted her. And after that little "scene" she had, she's been sitting with her other friends somewhere else. Poor them.
I looked back at Reed, and saw his flustered face. His eyes kept darting back and forth between me and Abby. I raised my eyebrow.
"You okay over there shorty?" I asked. He scrunched up his face. "How many times do I have to tell you to not call me shorty?" He asked, annoyance lacing his tone. I smirked.
"Infinite times, cause I will always call you shorty." I said. He crossed his arms and looked away, making a 'hmph' sound. I chuckled at his childish behavior.
We finally got our dinner and we all ate. I got a chicken parmesan with fries and a sweet tea. I look over at Reed and saw what he always got: A grilled cheese, fries, and a lemonade.
After everyone finished, we all said our goodbyes to our "soulmates" and I went with Reed and his mom, since they took me here.
I looked at Reed and force a smile. I liked him a lot but I can't show it. Not really anyway. First, I'll have to figure out a way to be with him. If he even reciprocates my feelings.
For the mean time, I will be his friend and support him no matter what. It’ll hurt if he doesn’t like me, I know it will but I wont focus on what *could* happen but instead on the present. We’re friends, and that’s all that matters.
“What are you thinking about, Reed?” I asked. He looked at me and smiled. “I thought I was shorty?” He said, and I rolled my eyes. “I won’t always call it you, but if you want me too…” He shook his head fast and I laughed. But then he shook his head slower and his smile dropped.
I put my hand on his shoulder and he looked up at me, his face full of worry. He whispered in my ear, “I cant tell my mom Henry, I can’t.” I caught his voice cracking at the end. I grabbed his face, luckily his mom was humming a song and wasn’t paying attention to us.
”It’s okay.” I whispered. “Don’t focus on it now. You will tell her when you’re ready. Don’t worry about it so much.” I continued, smiling. He smiled a little. He took a breath in and let it out. “Okay, I won’t.”
We stared at each other. I wanted to kiss him, more than anything in the world. Maybe his mom won’t notice…
”Okay boys, were home!” Reed’s mom said, and we broke apart really quick. “Thanks Mrs. Walters for letting me stay over.” She smiled at me. “Its no problem. And call me Patty, we’re friends after all.” She said patting my shoulder.
Reed and I went to his room, his mom in hers because, as I quote from her, “I’m tired from being around all those snobby mothers.”
We sat on his bed, awkward silence taking over the room because of what happened earlier.
Should I tell him about how I feel?
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