The Gay Nerd Who Stole His Heart

It was the weekend. When Kylan opened his eyes with a pounding headache, the sudden want to vomit twirled around in his stomach. When he looked around for a bathroom, that's when he realized that the room did not appear to be familiar, and neither did the bed he was sleeping in nor the clothes. Suddenly, he panicked, throwing the covers from his body and realizing that he did not even recognize anything about the room whatsoever. It was immense, insanely spacious that he thought the walk to the door might take a minute, a few if he was intoxicated. There was a plasma TV posted on the wall, and underneath was every single gaming system he could think of. As usual, a desk for every room, but the bed was as if it was the bedroom of a royal prince. The pain from his headache was not aiding his situation, and agitatedly, he descended from the bed, confused as to what was occurring. He found beer bottles next to the bed on the floor, and they were all empty. Nausea still twirled in his stomach; he needed to find a bathroom.

As he hurried to the door, it was forced open from the other side, and he stumbled backward, falling to the ground. He groaned, massaging his behind and clenching his teeth. "What are you doing?" he heard.

He looked up, and his entire face became such a thick red. His breath was caught in his throat, and he felt his entire body begin throbbing by merely staring at Jonah. Jonah was carrying a tray with different breakfast foods on it and was also missing a shirt, which made Kylan's eyes roam every single toned muscle he had, such as his pecs and his abs. Even the manner his shoulders subtly flexed from carrying the tray caused his heart to melt uncontrollably. His eyes sharply turned elsewhere, and the memories of what happened last night were slowly being recollected, although it was still quite blurry.

Jonah extended his palm, "Do you need help getting up?"

Kylan instantly declined his palm, not wanting to feel that tingling sensation whenever Jonah touched him since it would stress his nerves even more. He pushed himself off the ground and avoided Jonah's gaze. Jonah brushed past him cooly, pulled an attached small table underneath the bed and above the sheets, and placed the food tray onto it. Instantly, when Kylan's eyes examined the food, his mouth watered as his stomach began grumbling.

Jonah chuckled; he adored seeing Kylan's innocent impressed eyes, "It's for you. Sit on the bed and eat."

Kylan obeyed him slowly, but as he began munching on the food, he was unsure what exactly had transpired or why he had been sleeping in Jonah's bed. Along with that, Jonah was sitting in his chair, simply observing him at. He felt a bit of discomfort, and when Jonah noticed the pace of his chewing slow down, he raised a concerned eyebrow, "You're not hungry anymore?"

Without meeting his gaze, and his entire body growing even more nervous, Kylan shook his head. He continued to eat, and Jonah did not turn his eyes away from him even once. When Kylan finished, Jonah stood to his feet and grabbed his empty plate, exiting the bedroom without saying anything else. That was his chance to flee. Kylan jumped to his feet, reached what he assumed was the closet, which ended up being it, and searched through the piles on the floor for his clothes last night. Except, he needed to pause for a moment and remember the clothes he had been wearing. This entire situation seemed completely off, and the nervousness that echoed throughout his body was a feeling he wanted to stop. It always happened in the presence of Jonah, and facing him sober was not what he wanted.

He did not find his clothes and exited the closet, still amazed by how spacious it was. His hair was disheveled, he had bags under his eyes, and all his movements were lethargic, with a pounding headache that seriously needed some medicine. However, before he could decide to leave the room, Jonah entered back and frowned when he noticed the panic on Kylan's face. He asked, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Kylan gulped, unsure whether to simply sprint out of the room or explain that he had no idea what was going on and hope that Jonah would be very generous to elaborate on what had occurred. However, the nervous and distressed side of Kylan simply lowered his head and advanced towards the door, brushing past Jonah and approaching the exit. He was seconds from pulling the door open when Jonah reached around his waist and clamped an arm about on his stomach, stopping him from leaving. "Kylan," he said with confusion, "what's going on?"

"I think I should leave," he breathed quietly.

"Woah," Jonah frowned, pushing Kylan aside and placing himself in front of the door, "why would you leave?"

Kylan gulped and spat the first thing that popped into his mind, "I have school."

"For one, we go to the same school. Two, it's Saturday."

A loud curse screamed in Kylan's head, and he bit his bottom lip, searching for another reason that could be used as an excuse. "My father is looking for me," he attempted.

The confusion that pulled Jonah's features caused Kylan to frown as well; there was something that he was missing. Jonah stepped forward, "Do you not remember what happened last night?"

Kylan's eyes widened, "What happened?"

"He made you come with me," Jonah chuckled uneasily, "and it didn't seem as if he wanted you to stay there at all. I don't know for how long-"

"Why?" Kylan exclaimed agitatedly. He could not remember what happened last night, and he needed to understand why his father was furious. His father was already on bad terms with him, and he had been doing everything in his power not to anger him even more, "What did I do?"

Jonah paused for a moment; the panic and sadness that tired Kylan's eyes as he worried caused his heart to clench. He did not want to hurt him even more and assumed that he was not prepared to know what had happened. Additionally, there were other things they needed to chat about, but it was still early morning, and neither of them was awake enough to have this conversation. Another reason was that he wanted to hear the real thoughts about how Kylan felt, which could only happen when he was drunk. However, there was a slim possibility it was to occur today, which was why he sighed and stood from his seat.

"I think you should talk to your dad," he breathed, "I'll drop you off home."

The car ride was quiet, and not much was said between each other. Mostly because Kylan was insanely shy and timid in front of Jonah and continuously felt uncomfortable in his presence since it was his crush. However, Jonah did not say much either. It was as if he was deep into his thoughts, his usual debate occurring in his mind. The thought of simply leaving Kylan in his home after what had occurred last night was frightening since if he had not been there, one of them would have gotten seriously hurt.

Kylan was unsure what he should be expecting, and the straight face on Jonah made him even more uneasy. He was not certain what happened last night, but having slept over at Jonah's also somewhat shocked him. He did not expect that at all, and neither did he think Jonah would allow him to do so. He was attempting to hide the trembling of his fingers as he interlaced them, but Jonah was not paying any minds to him as they arrived at Kylan's. However, when the car was parked, Kylan frowned when he noticed Jonah taking off his own seatbelt and descending from the car.

Kylan cleared his throat before muttering, "You don't have to walk me—"

"I'm not," Jonah replied firmly before closing the door and making his way around the car, waiting for Kylan to climb out. "I'm coming inside."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Kylan instantly replied uneasily, but Jonah had already made his way to the door.

The door had been unlocked. Therefore, he opened the doorknob and entered Kylan's home. When Kylan entered afterward, his breath was caught in his throat, and his heart clenched in panic. With widened eyes, he observed the destruction of the living room with broken bottles, pushed over couches, tumbled tables, glass shattered all over the floor. He placed a palm over his lips, his mouth running dry as he began feeling such discomfort flowing through his veins. His lips moved to speak, but nothing escaped his tongue.

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Jonah stopped marching, and that caused Kylan to bump into his back. He stood stepped backward, and when he glanced over Jonah's shoulder, he noticed that his father was standing in front of them by the kitchen doorway. His father's eyes were filled with rage and flames, and his breathing reminded him of a fairytale's dragon's roaring. It was fierce as if he was to blow fire in any moment. His eyes were bloodshot, and all his muscles were tensed, with broadened shoulders. Jonah seemed cool and collected as he placed his palms in the front pockets of his sweats and challenged back Kylan's father's gaze. Kylan's instinct was to step forward and stand in front of Jonah with widened arms to protect him. "Dad, whatever I did, I'm sorry," Kylan breathed shakily, slowly beginning to pant since confrontations were not his style. His anxiety was rising, and he was attempting to stop his fingers from trembling so much.

His father had so much rage that he resisted the urge to punch his son in the face. "Why the fuck did you bring him again?" he growled, "And why are you even here, Kylan?"

"I was drunk, Dad. I have absolutely no idea what happened last night. You have to trust me."

"I haven't trusted you since the day you were born," he screamed with a nasty chuckle, "and don't ever call me Dad, because every day as I lay in bed at night, my only wish is to have you begone forever."

Those words were like knives jabbing into Kylan's heart. His father was the only person he had failed to become immune to and could never keep his composure in front. His eyes began swelling with tears, turning into a shade of pale red as he heaved a long sigh. He cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, please forgive me."

"Forgive you?" he hissed coldly, "After you brought this man in my home, professed your love in front of my eyes even though I've asked you numerous times never to show your sexuality in front of me since it makes me ashamed. Then to have your guest attack me, being disrespected in my own home? You want me to forgive you?"

Kylan glanced over his shoulder in shock, meeting Jonah's gaze, who rapidly shook his head. However, Jonah had noticed how watery Kylan's eyes were, and as comfort, he reached forward and placed a palm on his wait, which Kylan did not take as he would usually have. He grabbed Jonah's wrist and threw it off of him. Biting his bottom lip, he turned back to his father, "Give me another chance. You can ground me, hit me, dump my head in water. Please, just don't make me leave

"That's enough!" His father screamed, and Kylan's lips slammed shut. "I've had enough of you. You're such a burden on my shoulders, a pity in my eyes. I hate you so much that if you were to die any day this week, I would not even attend your funeral."

Jonah's eyes widened, and a flame of fury was sparked in the pits of his stomach. Those words were harsh to say to his son, and he could tell by Kylan's quivering stance that it was affecting him deeper than it should. That was also when Jonah made eye contact with Kylan's father and realized something that made him chuckle. He raised an eyebrow, "You're drunk, aren't you? That's why you're saying all this bullshit."

"What does it matter to you?" Kylan's father shouted, taking a step forward aggressively.

Jonah was not scared, and he was going to step around Kylan but was halted by Kylan himself, who turned around with such a nasty glare that he didn't even think it was the same shy and quiet person he spoke to earlier. Kylan's tears overflowed his eyes, and a few were rolling along his cheeks as he breathed heavily. It caused such a heavy weight to fall on Jonah's heart, and his fists tightened.

"Please," he whispered pleadingly, "just go home, Jonah."

"No," Jonah said with no hesitation, returning his gaze upon his father, who appeared in disbelief as he refused to leave.

Kylan grabbed his collar, "Go home."

"No, I'm not "

"Just go the fuck home, okay?" Kylan suddenly screamed, which caused Jonah's eyes to meet his gaze once more. His voice was wobbly, and he sobbed quietly as he stared at Jonah. "You've been ruining everything lately, and I'm sick and tired of you. You throw water on me, and now you took away the only family member that I still have. Just leave me alone from now on. I don't want to see you at all."

Jonah paused for a moment, with a frown filled with confusion on his face. He glanced towards Kylan's father for a moment before bringing his eyes back down to Kylan. He was hesitant before he said, "I don't want to leave you here."

"I don't even know you," Kylan shouted in disbelief, chuckling as he took a step back. "I know nothing about you, and I'm not even your friend. Stop trying to get involved in my family issues because it has nothing to do with you. Just leave, and don't even come back to see me again."

"You're just saying that because you're emotional-"

"I don't even like you. You're not even gay. Stay the fuck away from me from now on. Ella was right about you being a mistake."

Jonah felt the back of his jaw tightened as he said, "You can't be serious."

"Get out, now."

"It's not safe for you here. That's what I'm trying to tell you—"

"Get out!" Kylan's shout had been high pitch, heartfelt with a bit of strain, that even Jonah's lips clamped shut immediately. Kylan's teeth had gritted, and his eyes had gotten bloodshot red with tears strolling along his face. There was some unspoken dispute between Kylan and his father that Jonah was attempting to understand but could not. His protective instinct and tightening of his stomach were causing such a reluctance to leave, but after a few minutes, he lowered his head, and without saying another word nor meeting neither of their gazes, he left.