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CHAPTER 29 | Realization

I woke up in an unfamiliar place. A place that doesn't look like my comfy bedroom at all. There's a hot, shirtless guy at my side of the bed, leaning his back on the wall behind him. Oh, I remember now. This is the guy who just made my dream come true last night. The one who drove me crazy, screaming and moaning for more. He made me feel like never in my life.

"Good morning." He greeted.

"Good morning." I replied with a smile, rubbing my eyes.

"Did you like our night yesterday?"

"Yes. Very much."

"I didn't think you were so naughty." He chuckled, making me blush.

"It's just that you made me feel so... Crazy." I chuckled a bit. The truth is, I have always been a very naughty boy. Even before this thing with Wyatt happened.

He chuckled again. "I guess it's like a power that I have. I can drive guys crazy... You even asked me if I could be your boyfriend."

I looked up at him with wide eyes. "I... I did what?"

"You asked me to be your boyfriend. And then you fell asleep, heh."

I blushed deeply. I now remember I did say that. But I thought I had dreamt it.

"Oh..."

"Yeah." He chuckled.

"And... What do you say?" I asked nervously.

He sighed. "I'm sorry, Zacky. You're truly cute, sweet, hot... But I'm afraid that a relationship between us wouldn't work."

I gave him a sad look. "Why not?"

"Well, you see... I'm really busy at work. Right now I'm on vacation, but I only have a free week remaining before I go back. I came here to visit Mark during my vacation, I already have an apartment where I live."

"Oh... I thought you lived here."

"Nope." He gave me a sad smile. "And I don't think your parents would let you move with me, would they?"

Excluding the fact that I don't have my parents anymore, still my aunt wouldn't be very happy if I gave her the news that I'd be moving to my boyfriend's apartment forever. Or who knows, maybe she would accept, but I don't want to leave my house all lonely. I really like my house, but then again I don't think Wyatt would want to move with me. Besides, I have to go to school, and we would just see each other for very short periods of time. We could always try to be in a long distance relationship, though, but I've heard that those inevitably come to an end.

"No, they wouldn't." I replied.

"That's sad." He gave me a sympathetic look. "But hey, don't get upset. If you ever feel lonely or want to do something, you can just call me and we could meet up somewhere." He winked.

I rolled my eyes at him. So he literally just used me so he could satisfy his horny needs. A one-night stand, I should have known it. Right when I was starting to develop some feelings for him. Bastard.

Oh well, I can't deny that I liked it, though. I can finally cross the Kiss a guy and something more item from my top 10 of things I want to do someday.

"Anyway, are there other guys that you're interested in? I could help you to win him over... Or her." He shrugged.

I thought about it for a moment. "Well, there's actually someone who I'm interested in."

"Oh really? Who is it?" He asked curiously.

I bit my lip. Should I really tell him? What if he gets mad? "But... Promise you won't get angry?"

"Let me guess. It's Mark."

I gaped at him. "How did you know?!"

"Well, you asked me not to get angry, so I supposed it was about someone who you know and I know too. And as I don't know almost anyone from Mark's friends, and seeing that Mark has a very high possibility of being liked by other people, AND you thinking that I would get angry because he's my brother, that led me to believe that it is Mark who you're interested in."

Wow. Such a smartass.

I sighed and crossed my arms. "Okay, yes, you're right. It's him."

"Oh boy. That's a good but also a bad choice."

"Why?"

"Because, yeah, he's handsome, he's got the looks and all. But the main problem is that he's straighter than an arrow, a ruler, a pencil, and... And... Well, basically everything you see that is straight, he's straighter than that."

I sighed. "I know. That's why at school he's acknowledged as the King of fucking girls." I said, making quotation marks with my hands.

"That Mark." He chuckled as he shook his head. "But hey, aren't you and Mark friends? I ask because of that day you had dinner with us and he said you two were friends."

I felt a knot in my throat at remembering that. That day he was nice and friendly. He told his family we were friends. I don't know if we still are, from what he told me yesterday.

"Yes, we are. Sort of."

"What surprises me is how you two became friends. I mean, If I'm not wrong, Mark only has friends around his age and who are cool looking."

Excuse me?

He's right, though. I think Mark found out I wasn't cool like his other friends and that's why he's angry at me again. But I thought he had said he liked to be around me... We even spent some nice times together... Turns out that I never could be cool enough for him.

"Well, even though I'm not cool, we still became friends somehow."

"Hey, I didn't mean you weren't-"

"No, it's okay. I get it."

"Okay but... What I want to know is that if you two are true best friends."

"Um... I don't really know."

"If he tells you his secrets, it means you have gained his complete trust and he considers you his true best friend."

My ears perked up at hearing that. I looked up at him curiously. "Secrets?"

"Yep."

"...Do you know Mark's secrets?"

"Yep. Some of them."

I suddenly became so curious. I wanted Wyatt to reveal all of Mark's secrets to me. But that would be rude. I have to respect his privacy.

"Would you like to hear some of them?" He asked, smiling evilly.

Oh, who am I kidding? To hell his privacy!

"Yes!" I blurted excitedly, sitting up on the bed and turning slightly to face him. "I mean... If you want to."

"Of course. Just don't tell him that I told you, okay?" He warned, pointing a finger at me.

"Pinky promise." I said, showing him my pinky finger shyly.

He chuckled and shook his head slightly, linking his pinky with mine.

"Okay, so one of his most embarrassing secrets is... The one about his first kiss with Danielle." He whispered the last part.

I remember now. That's the one Mark didn't want Wyatt to talk about when I was having dinner with them. Oh, this should be good!

"Tell me about it!" I whisper-yelled. "Please."

"Just because I can't resist your cute curious puppy face." He poked my nose and I blushed a bit at how he called me. "So, everything happened when Mark was a little 7-year-old baby. We were at elementary school at that time."

========MINI-FLASHBACK========

WYATT'S P.O.V.

Today is the day when Mark declares his love to Danielle. He had been so indecisive about it, but after I convinced him to tell her before anyone else could, he finally decided to do it today.

They're both in the center of the huge circle of students from all ages that surrounded them. The entire school is just as excited to witness this moment as me. My little brother is going to have a girlfriend at such a young age! But hey, I can't blame him. He just looks so cute in front of her, holding a rose on his small hands, looking down and shifting nervously from one foot to another. The huge crowd must be the reason of his nervousness. But I'm sure he'll get over it soon once Danielle says 'yes' and kisses him. Yeah.

"Um... Danielle..."

"Yes, Mark?" She asked, placing her hands behind her and moving slightly like Mark was doing.

"I... I..." He looked lost for words. I thought we had played roles yesterday so he could practice what he was going to tell her. Mark turned to look at me nervously.

"Boy! Your girl is in front of you!" I shouted.

Mark quickly turned back to face Danielle, making the little girl giggle and play with the strands of her golden curly hair.

"Danielle..." He sighed. "I-I have always l-liked you... A lot... You-You're the prettiest girl I... Have ever seen..." As he said that, you could see his cheeks turning red. "S-So... I want to ask you... W-Would you be my girlfriend?"

He outstretched his hand to offer the rose to Danielle. Everyone around me awed at the cute scene. The girl smiled sheepishly and took the rose from Mark.

"Yes!" Danielle said.

Everyone, I included, cheered and whistled at both of them. Mark smiled shyly and scratched the back of his head, looking unsure of what to do next. I swear I was about to yell 'Just kiss her already!'

Danielle decided to give the next step. She gave a few steps towards Mark, making him look at her. Then, she leaned forward and pecked his lips.

"Wooooo!" Everyone cheered and awed.

"Yes! That's my little bro!" I shouted.

"Aaaaah!"

Then, out of the blue, everyone started screaming. I watched as the crowd started to disintegrate and run in various directions. Some of them started ewing in disgust.

I was confused about what was happening, but then I saw it. There was some yellow liquid dripping down from Mark's pants until forming a puddle of that liquid just below his shoes. Danielle saw this and gasped, then she turned sharply and ran away, dropping the rose in the process.

Oh. My. God. Mark didn't just pee his pants from the nervousness, did he?! Oh my God, he just peed his pants!

"Mark! What happened, bro?!" I asked him as I ran and knelt in front of him. He had a sad and embarrassed look on his face. His lower lip was quivering and you could see his eyes welling with tears.

"Oh, come here, Marky." I told him, opening up my arms. He hugged me tightly and cried on my shoulder. Poor baby. He didn't deserve this kind of humiliation. Much less in front of the girl he liked.

========PRESENT========

"Aw, poor Mark!" I said once Wyatt finished the story.

"Yeah. It was something pretty embarrassing for him. That's why he doesn't like it when we talk about it. Believe it or not, he was a very nervous and shy boy as a kid. Right now you see him and you would never think he used to be shy, but actually, he was. As years passed, though, he learned to get over his shyness. Slowly, he became more talkative, more open and more confident. A little too much, I think, because you see the boastful ass he is now."

Wow. I never thought Mark had been shy in the past. Honestly, I would have liked to know him if he hadn't been able to get over his shyness. How adorable would it be to see Mark all shy and nervous but in his current age. He's like that sometimes, but very rarely.

After that, Wyatt continued to tell me some more embarrassing, cute and interesting facts about Mark, and I was listening to each one of them. I'm glad I'm getting to know all these things about him, thanks to Wyatt. Otherwise, I don't think Mark would have ever told me all these things that I'm hearing right now.

"His favorite breakfast is pancakes with blueberries and orange jam. It's actually our favorite breakfast, but I didn't like the blueberries. Ew. Mom used to make them a lot when we were kids, especially on Saturdays. Also, he's quite messy when he eats. Sometimes, he grabs the food with his hands and stuffs it into his mouth, resulting in him getting all dirty like a baby, and he doesn't care. That's gross." He said. I thought that was cute.

"He forgets things easily. He's very lazy, I think you already know that. He's terrible at school but he's really good at drawing. He drools a lot when he sleeps. Sometimes he even talks while sleeping. He doesn't like to comb his hair. He hates spicy food with a passion; I mean, he can't handle the slightest spicy thing because he's already crying. He likes horror and action movies, videogames, pizza, jackets, caps, tattoos- Oh! There's a very important one!"

"What?" I asked curiously.

"He has an extreme fear of dogs. You have no idea how he gets when he sees one. He panics. That's because when he was a kid, he got a traumatic experience when a Doberman attacked him by trying to bite his arm off. Good thing it happened outside our house, because mom and dad were able to pull the dog off him. They had to hit it repetitively with a stick. When it finally let him go, it left a terribly big wound." He explained.

"Oh my God." Was all I could say.

"Yeah. We had to take him to the hospital so they could stop the bleeding and apply stitches to his injury. Fortunately, he didn't catch an infection. But all that left a visible scar. When he grew up, he said he didn't like it. Not too long ago, he decided to get that arm tattooed so the scar wasn't that visible. But if you look closely, you can still see it. So yeah, it's an extreme fear he has towards dogs. It's something called... What was its name... Oh right, cynophobia."

Everything makes more sense now. So that's why Mark freaked out that day when we were at the bleachers, and I found that black dog who I fed with my sandwich. He was scared of it. I never thought he could have an extreme fear of dogs!

"I never thought he could be so afraid of dogs."

"Yeah. At plain sight, you can see him all brave and shit. But if you show him a dog, he'll run away immediately... Anyway, we should get changed." He said, pushing the covers off his naked body, and started picking up his clothes from the floor. "My parents called a while ago. They're coming back in an hour or so. Mark and I have to clean the mess."

I sat there for a while. "By the way, Wyatt... Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." He said, picking up my underwear and he tossed it at me. I chuckled a bit.

"Does your family know about you being... Gay?"

"Yeah, they do." He replied casually.

"Really? Even Mark?"

"Yup. Although let's say that he's not very accepting of my orientation. He doesn't accept me fully, but he doesn't hate me to death either. He tolerates me." He said as he put on his boxers and jeans.

"So... He never beat you up, or insulted you or something like that?"

"Nope. He knows I'm his older brother and I can put him in his place if he ever did that."

"Huh. I'm surprised. That's not how he acted at school..." I muttered.

"What?" He turned to look at me. I realized what I said and I covered my mouth. "What do you mean that he didn't act like that in school? Has he ever insulted or beat someone up because of that?"

"N-No, that's not what I meant..." I stuttered.

"Zack, tell me the truth. Have you ever seen Mark doing one of those things to someone?"

I gulped. The nervousness was already evident in my voice. There was no point in lying now. "Um... Well... Yes." I admitted.

"To whom?"

"...To me."

"To you?!" Oh damn. Now I'm in big trouble. Nice work, Zack.

I sighed. "Yes... It was the first days after I met him. He suspected I liked him because he caught me several times looking at him. That resulted in him insulting me and beating me because he found it disgusting that other guys looked at him."

"So it was you who he was bothering!" Wyatt said in realization.

"Yes... Wait, did you already know he was bothering me?"

"I knew he was bothering someone, but I didn't know who. I found out because the first day I came here, he accidentally called me a fag." He said. I widened my eyes at him. "Then I told him that if he had been using that word a lot lately, it meant that he was using it on someone, but I didn't know it was you. Mark finally confessed he did have been using that word, but that he only respected me because I'm his brother. That's when I told him that either he stopped calling people those names or I was going back to my apartment and not talk to him never again. That was the only way that made him change his mind." He explained.

Everything was clicking into place now! Mark stopped bothering me because Wyatt told him not to keep doing it! So that's the reason why he changed... Thanks to Wyatt, he stopped calling me those names. We even became friends. Let's also not ignore the fact that when Mark asked me if I really liked him or not, has a lot to do. Maybe if I had told him the truth, that yes, I am bisexual and I like him, we wouldn't have become friends, but at least he would stop bothering me, because he was under threat of Wyatt's words.

Now I need to know the reason why he got mad at me all of a sudden.

"Now tell me, did Mark continue to beat you up after I told him not to?"

"No." I shook my head. "In fact, he started acting nice to me and that's how we became friends. That was until last Friday, when he got angry again and insulted me for no reason. But he didn't use words like... fag or anything like that."

"Is that the friend you talked to me about? The one who betrayed you?"

I nodded my head.

"That Mark. He's going to pay for hurting you." He muttered, and it didn't look like he was kidding.

"No, Wyatt, let him. It might be just some sort of mood swing that he's passing through. I can handle it by myself. Maybe he'll be fine again in a couple of days, but I can assure you that his anger doesn't have anything to do with my sexuality this time. It's something else."

"Mood swing? How can that be? Mark is not bipolar." He stated.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"It can't be a mood swing. He's not always angry and then happy the next day. Depending on his emotions, he has always a reason to be happy, angry, sad, whatever. And I'm going to find the reason why he got mad with you again. Even if it means having to beat the words out of him..."

"No, Wyatt, please." I grabbed his bicep. "Please don't tell Mark any of this. If you do, he might get angrier with me." I whispered.

"But I can't allow him to keep hurting you."

"Don't worry about me. He won't hurt me again. I'll make sure to give him all the space he needs until he decides to talk to me and we can fix things. But please don't be rude to him."

For me, Wyatt can be as rude as he wants with Mark. The problem is that Mark can discharge his fury in me later.

Wyatt leaned in closer to me, until our lips were brushing and he gave me a sweet, passionate kiss. I moaned a little between the kiss, mentally smacking myself for ruining the moment. Now he'll think I'm a horny teenager. I don't blame him, though.

"You're such a cinnamon roll." He said as we pulled apart, making my cheeks turn red.

I wanted to kiss him again, but then there was a knock on the door, the sudden sound making me jump.

"Wyatt, I know you're there. Open the damn door."

It was Mark.

Shit, he's going to see that I slept with his brother!

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