Shadows

I'm staring.
I'm watching.
I'm observing, a burst of cool air sends his hair dancing in front of his closed eyes.

In my bed, thats where we fell alseep.
In my bed, thats where Alex spilled his heart out.

Thank you pain medication.

Alex hates his dad for leaving him with his mom.
Alex hates his mom for keeping Chris around.
Alex hates Chris because he pushes him around.

He hates his friends.
He hates alcohol.
He hates parties.

Last night, Alex told me everything.
Not just what he hates.
Also what he loves.

He loves animals.
He loves math.
He loves getting completely lost in his own thoughts.

Thank you pain medication.

Heat from his bare chest bounces between us.
Heat from his bare chest sheilds me from the cold air conditioner.

The purple ink on his chest keeps my attention.
I want to know what it stands for.

Alex's hand tangles in his hair, eyes still closed.
He's waking up.

I turn onto my side, my back toward him.
I turn onto my side, to avoid him catching me stare.
I turn onto my side, to avoid him catching me watch.
I turn onto my side, to avoid him catching me observe.

I close my eyes.
I breathe slow.
I 'sleep'.

He sighs loudly.
His hand drops beside him.
His weight shifts on the bed.
He inhales sharply.
"Fuck." he curses quietly.
He exhales slowly.

The medication has worn off.

His arm slings over my side.
His arm slings over my side, he pulls me into his chest.
His face is buried in my neck.
His face is buried in my neck, he breaths splash against my neck.

Alex uses one hand to push my hair aside.
My heart is racing.
Alex use another hand to draw circles on my stomach.
My heart is pounding.

"You're my everything."
Lips press against my neck softly.

His voice is sad.
His voice is soft.
His voice is pleading.

"Don't hate me."

The whisper tickles my ear.
The whisper puzzles me.

What did he do?
What has he done?

I am Carson McCoy.
I am his everything?