Just A Few Steps Away [open!]

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_{THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION}

( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated

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The road was quite filled with life tonight, and Ronnie was just standing in the mass of it, letting people pass him by and give him dirty looks. It does come with not exactly standing in with regular society, how dare Ronnie try and be an individual. This, of course, was old news and Ronnie would rather skip that story. He was waiting for his sister, who had disappeared 6 minutes and 42 seconds ago, not that he had been counting. Most likely Ren wasn't coming back, because they had already had their chat. That's all they could stand of each other per week.

Ronnie moved himself over to lean against the wall, and watch time fly by. Shoving his thoughts out his head, quite unsuccessfully, Ronnie then counted the number of seconds he held his breath. Time ticked by like nothing, maybe it was good rather then bad. Other then wasting time, Ronnie was trying to be anywhere else then at his own dorm room. School wasn't really his thing, and if he messed up one more time, well who knows what Ren will do to his face. It won't be pretty, that's all he knows. He just knew Ren was counting on him to behave so their parents wouldn't get involved.

His fingers fumbled around in his pockets, and he brought out a cracked i-pod, sliding the ear-buds in like nothing. Ronnie closed his eyes, tuning out the sound of a life-ful street. The music wasn't on, but he hoped that he looked busy enough to be left alone. He took big gulps of air. How long would he really last at this school? It was honestly boring, especially when he's been through all this before, being all the whispering about him doing outrageous things that might be true or not. It was enjoyable to hear what came out of the gossip, but most of it was stupid and things he's been, but blown out of the water.

Perhaps if things got even a little crazier, people would left leave him alone for good. Just the thought of that made him smile, gleefully. Ronnie opened his eyes, to scan the area. He counted 7 students he has noticed before at his college. Not such an impressive number. Then again he was a few towns over, wasting his time. Ronnie fished through his pockets for his phone, but came up with nothing. Darn, what's supposed to keep him busy now?

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WORDS! 381 words (I know, it's not much!)
STATUS! complete
NOTES! I'm just bored.
TAGS! Open!
INSPIRATION! Community, a tv show.
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
PICTURE CREDIT!

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Caleb was visiting with a friend, having a late night study session with one of his friends. It was the usual night, his best girl friend trying to help him and Caleb taking almost an hour to get the concept. It was hard work, but Caleb pushed through the long hours of studying just to make the grades so her could pass every class with a decent grade. When Caleb had taken a moment to glance at the time, he quickly realized that it was a lot later then he had originally thought. It was past dark, which definitely wasn’t a good thing in his opinion.

Caleb got up quickly. “I’ve got to go,” he said to his friend, rushing to gather all of his things before the night sky had a chance to get even darker. It only took him a minutes before Caleb was running out of the door, leaving his friend with an extremely confused look on her face. Caleb thought keeping his little secret to himself was an extremely important thing. He didn’t want his own friends thinking that he was mental for having a need to be around someone at all times or being so afraid of the dark that he had panic attacks. He knew it wasn’t a normal thing that most people had, so he had just decided to keep it to himself.

Once Caleb had stepped foot out of the door and looked around at the streets, he was already afraid. It wasn’t too long before Caleb was running as quickly as he possibly could towards his dorm, hyperventilating as he went. He hadn’t even gotten half way there before he had started crying. In the midst of running and crying and hyperventilating, it made it hard to see exactly where he was headed and before he knew it, he had ran into someone, making him stop. Caleb looked down on the ground for a short moment, seeing all of his things there, before looking up at the odd boy he had run into. Caleb was still crying and hyperventilating as he did so, though after a moment of looking up at the boy, Caleb clutched the boys shirt and clung onto him as tight as possible, obviously not about to let go.

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Ronnie was supposed to be going to the diner to pick Kayley up, but his car had other plans. Not being able to start up was the last straw, and Ronnie put it into the hands of a mechanic, not wanting to waste anymore time on that idiotic machine. Walking was much healthier anyways, and this was how Ronnie got here, despite the awakened crowds Ronnie didn't mind standing around. His thoughts leaped around quickly.

His back was against another brick wall now, as he stopped again to look back at the crowd. Slowly, it started to get thinner, and now there was a lack of light on the streets. It was so quiet it was hard not to hear the sobs of someone rushing down the street. At first, he had assumed it was a female, but looking down the sidewalk said something different. A dark blob was rushing his way, and Ronnie couldn't do anything to stop it.

Without thinking, Ronnie stepped into the middle of the sidewalk, trying to get a better look. Yes, this happened to spark his curiosity for just a moment in time. Ronnie made a face, almost finding it humorous that it was a boy crying as if he was running from the boogie monster. Ronnie found it funny until he was smacked into, almost losing his footing. Swiftly, he caught himself and before he knew it, the boy had attached himself to him.

"What the bloody hell?" Ronnie muttered, catching the boy's hands to yank him off. "Stop doing that!" Ronnie whispered harshly at his tears. Half dragging and half picking him up, Ronnie got to the beginning of a empty ally, out of sight but still in the light. Ronnie stared at the boy, finding him too cute to really fight him.

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Caleb’s mind was going crazy. He had flashes of images and memories inside of his head. Most of it was memories of the day his mother had dropped him off on the side of the road and had never come back. He remembered the loneliness, the dark road, the bright lights. It had been what had felt like the longest night of his life, mostly because he relived the memories almost every day. The memories were almost like a signal, warning him that he was about to have a seizure or pass out. It was almost as if his memories never left him alone, because they haunted him every day and night, even in his dreams and nightmares. He knew it would never stop.

Caleb clung onto Ronnie as tight as he possibly could, not even knowing what was going on around him. All he was focused on at that point was trying to calm himself down so that he wouldn’t have another morning waking up in the hospital or somewhere much, much worse. Caleb had a history of passing out and then waking up in the worst place possible. He could remember one time where he had woken up on some train tracks with a train approaching him at full speed. It had been an extremely close call for him and it wasn’t something he wanted to experience again.

It was a while before Caleb actually calmed down, but somehow he had managed to make himself do it. Caleb had his head laid on Ronnie’s chest, tears still running down his cheeks. He almost felt worse than he did when he passed out normally, in some ways, he wished he had passed out, just because he knew this other boy would be pissed at him. As Caleb quieted down, he nuzzled Ronnie’s chest, close to falling asleep right there. He was now tired and still a bit afraid, making him extremely vulnerable. “I’m Caleb,” he said quietly, just loud enough to where Ronnie would barely be able to hear him.

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The kid was basically freaking out on Ronnie, which wasn't a pleasant thing to do. Ronnie went through his normal stages of when he comes into human contact. Surprise, anger, disgust, extreme anger, and then the feeling of needing to take a shower comes over him. This neat freak wasn't about to let a stranger, whom he has no idea where this kid even came from, crawl all over him. Oh, no. That's just gross, or at least in Ronnie's eyes.

"God, stop doing that!" Ronnie jerked on the shirt of the other boy's back, attempting to yank him off without tearing his own shirt, and so the kid wouldn't cry too badly. "I'm not Snow freaking White here!" Ronnie hollered at the top of his lungs. As soon as the kid calmed down, the tension on his shirt disappeared and Ronnie looked down at the little bugger. He sure was cute for a wussy.

"Alright, you're gonna do me a favor. Tell me what the fuck you're doing, and I won't snap your neck." Ronnie growled in his ear after he had him talk. "Caleb huh? You must be new or something." Ronnie made a face, unsure how to handle this awkward attempt at what Ronnie assumed was a lame rape routine.

"I'm Ronnie, and now I believe I need a shower now." Ronnie sighed, stopping his attempts at making the boy stop touching him, it was obviously not going to work. Besides, maybe words would scary him better.

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Caleb ignored Ronnie yelling at him, not even realizing he was talking until after he had spoken right into his ear. Ronnie’s breathing tickling his ear made him shudder and it gave him the goose bumps. Caleb glanced up at him with his bright blue eyes. He wasn’t even sure how to explain his own problems. He had never told anyone about his issues and he wasn’t about to. It was another problem he had; keeping secrets. It was the main reason none of his past relationships had never lasted, because he wouldn’t tell the guy he was dating why he was always so afraid to be left alone.

One of the boys Caleb had dated for quite a while had also scarred him pretty horribly. While breaking up with him, he had called him a little puppy dog, among other names. Though it wasn’t just the names that had scarred him, he had abused Caleb almost to the point of unconsciousness. Caleb had stopped looking for a significant other after that and had given up on love, not even talking to anyone for a period of time. As Caleb looked at Ronnie, he could feel that want of someone to care about him that he had pushed away for quite some time.

“I’m not new,” Caleb told him quietly. “I’m a freshman at Thera,” he informed Ronnie. Even though the year had just recently started at his new college, Caleb loved Thera, it was amazing to him. The people seemed generally nice and intellectual too. He liked all of his teachers and even though he didn’t exactly talk to anyone, he was his happiest when he was there. He felt like he actually belonged there, unlike how he felt anywhere else.

When Ronnie had said he needed to take a shower, Caleb automatically took that as Ronnie was about to leave him. “No!” Caleb told him quickly, tightening his hands on Ronnie’s shirt once again. “Don’t leave me,” he said quietly. Even though Caleb had no idea who this guy was, he still refused to be left alone on the dark street in an alley.

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Ronnie wasn't used to being so ignored, and he didn't like the feeling. Ronnie glared down at the other boy's big blue eyes. The kid looked more like 13 then 18, or maybe Ronnie was just being a bit bitter in his own head. Any boy that clung so close, much like a toddler to it's mother, was not mature in his opinion. It was just tacky in his eyes, especially when it was a stranger. Ronnie wasn't a good kid, even the kid should be smart enough to realize this. Ronnie intertwined his hands within the kids hair and tugged, getting annoyed.

"You smell striking like a freshmen, actually, you smell exactly like mud, and rain. I don't like that smell. So, I suggest you stop touching me, or you'll be the one to be cleaning me." his eyes narrowed. "And I don't play nice with shower partners." Ronnie added, hissing in his tone. Ronnie had to admit to himself he should be nicer, especially if the kid was from Thera. A rich kid college, where his sister attended. Then again, why would Ronnie ever be nice? It was a waste of time.

"Ah, man. Don't look at me like that, like you're a lost kitten and need a home. I don't have time to cuddle up next to you." Ronnie rolled his eyes without thinking, and noticed the boy did actually look a lot like a kitten, a pretty cute one at that. "Caleb, didn't your poor mother ever tell you about guys like me?" He asked, smirking a little. "Strangers can be bad people."

As Caleb gripped his shirt once more, he sighed. He was getting no where tonight, an annoying feeling came over him. How long would he have to comfort the poor kid before he left Ronnie alone?

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Also Ronnie pulled on Caleb hair, he immediately loosened his grip and pushed himself away from him. He started hyperventilating, about to have a seizure from the surge of memories of his last boyfriend. Caleb curled up in a ball on the ground, clutching his head. The different flashes of memories gave him a migraine. Caleb didn’t move for a couple of minutes, minus a few twitches. When he finally did move again, he slowly uncurled from the ball he was in. At that moment, he just wanted to die on the spot. Even though Caleb had his little episodes quite often, he never got used to them. They left him feeling weak, useless and unwanted.

When Ronnie had mentioned his mother, Caleb automatically started crying on the spot, curling ball up into a ball of emotion. At that point, Caleb would have rather been left alone on the street to be shot, then have Ronnie causing him so much pain. “Just leave me to die,” Caleb whispered, mostly to himself, he was pretty sure Ronnie couldn’t hear him. “Just like she left me to die,” Caleb said a bit louder, still crying. It was true though, Caleb knew that his mother had most likely wanted him to die that night, he wouldn’t have even doubted that it had been he who had hit him with the car.

“I just want to go home,” Caleb whined, trying to find something on the ground to cling onto, but there was nothing, it made him start to hyperventilate again. He was sure that he was about to spend the night on the street while unconscious. He knew that it wouldn’t have been the first time either. He had woken up in some weird places, though more than half the time, he’d end up in the hospital if some nice person around had called an ambulance. His foster parent’s hospital bill was outrageous, though it wasn’t as though they even noticed the small dent it had made in all the money that had. His foster parents were rich and they were more then willing to spend extreme amounts on the boy they liked to call their son.

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As suddenly as the boy was in Ronnie's arms, he was gone. It was almost in the grace of poetry, smooth and yet it had deeper meaning. Ronnie remembered reading poetry in highschool, and how the teacher told him to watch for it in real life, how alive it was and the flow of it completed each action he made. Ronnie didn't believe her words until now, as he watched the smaller male fall out of his sanity, if he had any. Ronnie had seen people fall before, but this just made him feel a mixture of uncomfortable feelings. Bending down, he reached toward the unstable boy to help him up.

"Hey." Ronnie said softly, using his Kayley voice when she was trying to say she was sorry. Ronnie sounded an awful lot like somebody who cared, his voice was silky and heartbreaking. "Come on, I won't leave you." Ronnie couldn't believe his own words, but a Thera student owing him a favor was a good idea in his mind. Caleb's whispers were loud enough for Ronnie to get at least half of what he was saying. "Come on." Ronnie repeated. "I didn't mean what I said." Ronnie rolled his eyes once again.

Ronnie poked him in the stomach, gently. Trying to make him look up. Being impatient, Ronnie tugged at his clothing and tried to get Caleb to pay attention to Ronnie.

"Please, let me take you home?" Ronnie said, trying to channel his inner Kayley. If she was hear Caleb would feel warm and fuzzy, but he was stuck with Ronnie. "I'll let you hug me, or whatever." Ronnie muttered, poking at his side again, he knew that was a nerve spot to get someone to laugh. He was hoping that was true for this kid. "I'll...Give you candy? Stop crying. I don't like it." Ronnie begged the kid.

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Caleb took a couple of deep breaths before finally looking up at Ronnie again. At that moment, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with him, but the sweet voice he used just drew him right back in. As much as he wanted to resist Ronnie, he just couldn't. He had quickly realized how bad Ronnie was for him and how much he would only cause him pain, but at the moment he also knew he needed someone at that moment, which made him give in to Ronnie and his newly found softness.

Caleb couldn't help but break a small smile as Ronnie poked his side, making him ticklish. "Stop," Caleb told him, swatting away his hand. Caleb was almost positive at that point that Ronnie was going to try and ditch him as soon as possible. Caleb knew that a lot of people didn’t like to be around him because he was so clingy with just about everyone, but Caleb was extremely thankful for the people he had around him that didn’t mind how clingy he got at times.
“Do you promise?” Caleb asked quietly, waiting for Ronnie’s answer to put his arms around his neck. He just wanted the sweet side of this guy to last at least for the walk home. Caleb wanted to get home soon anyway, he was sure that by now his foster parents were worried about him. Caleb didn’t mind though, because if he had Ronnie by him, they’d be at the huge house in no time. At that point, Caleb was mentally reminding himself to take one of his cars the next time he went anywhere, even if the traffic was absolutely horrible just as it had been earlier that morning.
Though the one thing he was slightly worried about with Ronnie walking him home was the fact of how intrusive his foster parents seemed to be. Once they had seen Ronnie, it would be a never ending stream of questions coming out of both of their mouths. Caleb loved them both and knew that they just cared about him and his safety, but sometimes they just took it way too far.

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Ronnie quietly watched as the conflicted emotions crossed his face. Used to this, Ronnie wasn't sure why he was being so nice to the kid. Maybe it was because he seemed so pure, and it was lasting, unlike the mind's a child's. Maybe that's why. A excuse to why he was behaving like this would let him relax. That's when it hit him. Caleb reminded him of the boy Ronnie liked when he was little, obviously not aware of his true intentions at the time. The boy was honestly like Caleb, scared of the big world, yet soft like a kitten.

Keeping his thoughts to himself, Ronnie let the look of slight confusion cross over his face. That's a stupid reason as to why he liked Caleb. He was good looking sure, but Ronnie was never used to the clingy type, the ones that wanted to know every second of where he was. It sounded almost exciting to his ears, a new challenge to overcome. No, their relationship would have to be public in order to get Caleb to agree, and that was not much of a option.

A smirk appeared on Ronnie's face when Caleb physically seemed to cave into Ronnie's offer. At least Ronnie would have something to do, before heading home and trying to catch a bit of sleep. The clean freak pondered about the Thera student. Did he have a huge dorm? Did he have his own apartment? Why did Ronnie care anyways? He wasn't much of his business.

"Stop what?" Ronnie said smugly, poking at him again. He took his time finding new places to poke, finding it funny that he squirmed so much. Not many of his family members reacted so easily to just a touch. It was different, and oddly nice? Ronnie shook that feeling from his head. "I promise, as long as you're not dirty. Or, tell me where you've been because I don't trust you." Ronnie said, in a manner of being polite. Ronnie hated dirt.

"Ok, ok, I promise." Ronnie then added, not waiting for Caleb's answer. "Let's get you home, I'm so hungry. My patience will get even worse if I'm not fed soon." Ronnie brushed himself off, while he got up from his leaning position, and reached out to help Caleb up.

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Caleb could see the look of confusion that had spread across Ronnie’s face, though he thought it was best to not question it. He was sure that Ronnie didn’t want him asking a ton of questions at that point, so he just left it alone. He had already seemed to pick up on a bit of the personality of Ronnie’s rude and mean side. Caleb rubbed the back of his head, trying to make the pain go away from when Ronnie had pulled his hair. At that moment he was tempted to just chop off all of his hair just so that he would never have to endure that type of pain again from anyone.

“Stop!” Caleb whined again, trying to grab at Ronnie’s hands so he would stop. He didn’t quite know Ronnie and as clingy as he was to people, he didn’t want Ronnie touching him like that, it just made him somewhat uncomfortable even if there was nothing behind the small touches.

Caleb put his arms around Ronnie’s neck, hugging him. “Thank you,” he sighed, his head pounding from everything that had just happened. “I promise you I’m clean, very clean. You should see my room,” Caleb told him. “I just came from studying with one of my friends,” he informed Ronnie. “You know, math stuff?” he chuckled, not exactly wanting to think about more school stuff he had to get done.

Caleb let go of Ronnie and started leading the way to his house. He loved being at the house with his parents even though he had a dorm on campus all to himself. But that was the main problem; he was all alone when he was at the dorm. While walking, Caleb grabbed Ronnie’s hand, lacing their fingers together shamelessly. It was a short amount of time before Caleb walked up to the gates of the huge white house with a huge white garage to match it.

Caleb pressed a couple of numbers on the keypad and the gates opened, letting the two boys in to walk up the driveway. “I stay here on the weekend,” he told Ronnie. “Please come inside?” Caleb asked, hoping he would agree on the offer.

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Ronnie watched Caleb's face intently, trying to piece together all the information he had. It was a hobbie Ronnie picked up, mostly to sort the people he wanted around, and the ones he didn't. His usual group of friends lacked the intelligence he desperately wanted, but the intelligent ones never had the spark he also enjoyed. Caleb was more of a puzzle, one Ronnie wanted to figure how to approach. Obviously, just asking wouldn't get what he wanted. A fragile mind wasn't the best thing to have when you're around Ronnie.

It wasn't hard to figure out even the most gentle yank on his hair was something he didn't enjoy. Ronnie, being a bit rougher when being physical, wasn't expecting this. Being gentle wasn't his biggest strength, but it would be a nice optical after all. A challenge was something Ronnie liked to do, whether it was social or academic. That was why his parents, and even his sister, were confused at why he didn't just go to Thera. With his mind, he could have gone any where in the world. Sometimes, even Ronnie was unsure why he picked this school. It wasn't far enough away from family. The place was nice though, so that was something.

"Somebody doesn't like being touched, now you know how I feel." Ronnie smirked at him, poking him again to get his point across. When Ronnie was physical, it was not nice play. Ronnie had a distinct lack of beneficial human contact, making him uneasy. Just the thought of touching made his head hurt, which at this point was pounding. Shaking his head in defeat, he was determined to work through this the best way he could.

"Welcome?" Ronnie answered after an awkward moment. "Math? I rather like math, it's like a language not everyone can read, but it's the easiest one to learn. I'm a engineer major, math is pretty much all I seem to do." Ronnie rambled off, wondering why he was even telling Caleb this. Ronnie hated telling people his major, mostly because his friends didn't really believe his IQ. "I don't like just anyone seeing my room." Ronnie added. "It's too personal, everything is in correct order, if that's messed up I get violent."

Ronnie let the boy lead him, wondering why Caleb was holding his hand so...Intimately? This kind of touching was supposed to be between in a couple, or at least in Ronnie's opinion. The kid was especially strange. When they arrived at Caleb's house, he glanced up quite impressed. So, Caleb was a rich kid.

"Ok, let's go." Ronnie answered to his question about coming inside. Might as well, he had no other place to go.

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Caleb just kept smacking his hands away. Caleb actually did like being touch when it was nice and comforting, that was the only time he wanted to be touched; when it actually meant something. Though in most cases, Caleb tried to avoid physical contact with most people. He was afraid that even touching someone would make them not to be around him just because of the way he was, just because he preferred guys instead of girls. He couldn’t stand how so many people in the world were homophobic, but somehow he learned to deal with it, no matter how much it seemed to bother him. “I’m probably going to have a bruise on my side now,” he frowned, lifting up his shirt to check his side for any forming bruises.

After not seeing any at the moment, he rubbed where Ronnie had poked him a little bit and then put his shirt back down. Caleb nodded in agreement with Ronnie. “I really like math, I just don’t like how I pick it up really easily and then I don’t want to do the homework because I know it well enough and think I don’t need the practice,” he shrugged, being honest. “I can’t stand homework,” he sighed. “Not too many people have seen my room, not that I really mind if anyone did. Why would your room be too personal?” Caleb questioned curiously.

As Caleb walked up the concrete path to his home, he looked up at Ronnie and lightly squeezed his hand. “I’ll drive you home whenever you want so you don’t have to walk,” he promised with a smile on his face. “Also in advance, I’m really, really, really sorry if my parents bug you,” Caleb told him with a small sigh. He made sure to be quiet as he opened the front door and pulled Ronnie in with him, making sure he also quietly closed it behind him.

Caleb’s house was extremely well put together and perfectly spotless without a speck of dust in sight. It was open and homey, which Caleb loved about it. Not seeing his parents, Caleb quietly walked to the stairs, pulling Ronnie up them with him, not saying a word. He walked down a hallway and went into his room all the way at the end. He closed the door behind them and sighed in relief. “Thank god, we’ve avoided them for now,” Caleb smiled, looking around his room. Caleb’s huge room was painted blue and was, as the rest of his house was, very well organized.

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"Isn't this dangerous to you? To share you most favored place in the world? To let them see what's in your head. Letting them into your room is like sharing your inner workings, getting a piece of the puzzle that is you. It's information they can use, they could take something, or invade what space you have left. It's just...Personal, it surprises me how easily you let me into your space." Ronnie stood in the middle of the room, a bit in awe of his choices. "My room is utter perfection, and that makes it all chaos."

Ronnie never really liked to his explain his feelings over topics like this, but at the moment he couldn't help it. The word's just left from his mouth like silky molasses, and Ronnie couldn't just left that happen. After a moment he closed his mouth to think, he glanced over at Caleb. Ronnie zoned in at the spot he poked, seriously considering whether it would bruise or not. Ronnie had been gentle with Caleb, but after all gentle was always different for each person.

"Where are your parents anyways?" Ronnie voiced his question out loud, not trying to be rude, but just curious. If his parents gazed over Ronnie they would most likely not want him around the house, which both angered and relieved him. Caleb might be the death of Ronnie, because at the moment Caleb was making Ronnie's head spin. This boy was not supposed to like guys openly, it was his dirty little secret that was expressed behind closed doors and whispered tones.

Liking the boy would only lead to disaster for both males, mostly Caleb because Ronnie would upset him constantly. Ronnie didn't have much of a filter on his mouth, marking him as rude and unlikeable by most students at the school.

"I like your damn room." Ronnie admitted, turning his body to look at every angel of the room, his tone was oddly disappointed. Part of Ronnie wished he just wanted to get out of here, but that wasn't the case. "I can walk home." Ronnie simply told him. "Never really liked cars anyways." He admitted, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"The real question is whether of not you're gonna bruise." Ronnie leaned closer slightly.