The Gay Nerd Who Stole His Heart

"Kylan," his father shouted the next morning, slamming his fist against his bedroom door, and stormed inside the room before Kylan even woke up, "Why are there bloodstains on my bathroom floor?" Kylan's gaze widened, "I'm sorry, Dad. I'll clean it."

"If I come back and it's not cleaned, you better pack your shit before I get here," he threatened menacingly before scoffing and turning away. His father left home, and Kylan was left alone.

Kylan fell back onto his bed and snuggled deeper within his pillow, wanting to sleep for the rest of his lifetime. The wound on his arm was healing, enough for there to be no pain, and he shuffled in his bed, not able to find his sleep once more. However, he was surprised when he heard knocks on his front door.

When he reached the door, he looked through the peephole and found Ella, Bradley, and Charles standing in front of the door, whispering to one another and waiting for the door to open. After a few minutes, Ella cleared her heist and said, "Kylan, please open the door."

Kylan stepped backward, biting his bottom lip. He did not want them to be there. He did not need any help. This was not the first time he had reached his lowest point, and he was hoping it would get better after a few days, but this was taking longer than he had hoped. Even so, they merely reached his door since they pitied him, not because they truly cared about him.

"We know you're in there," Bradley said, knocking on the door even more.

Kylan placed another step backward, attempting to be as quiet as he could. They pounded on his door for about an hour, Ella beginning to cry and begging with all her might for him to reply that he was alright, that he was in there, alive and safe. Hence why Kylan cleared his throat and said, "I'm fine, Ella." She inhaled sharply when she heard his voice, but when he added, "Can you leave me alone for a little bit?"

"Kylan, I'm sorry for everything. I'm worried about you. Please, just open the door," Ella cried even more.

Kylan failed to respond and instead ignored the knocks, returning to his bedroom and closing his door, snuggling into his bed. He did not want to talk to either of them, not because he hated them, more that he was embarrassed and felt that they were pitying him. Hence, he did not open the door when later during the day, there was another set of knocks on the door.

However, when he heard the voice of the only person that could change his heart and raced to the door. He leaned his forehead against it as he heard his voice, wishing that he was on the other side of the door.

Jonah sat in front of the door, "I know you're in there, Ky. I'll wait until you open the door. I bought a few snacks; we could talk and eat together. That sounds awesome, doesn't it?" He was not surprised when he received no answer and leaned his back against the door, opening one of the bags of chips he had brought and begun to munch through them.

For hours, Jonah sat in front of the door, falling asleep a few times and chatting to Kylan, who never responded to him.

"My parents were fuming when you left that day; they kept asking me if it was true, and I said yea," he chuckled, his mouth full of sweets as he added, "I'm glad it was true. Remember the time we went to the movies? And all those girls were staring at me," he laughed even louder, "that's something you'll have to get used to though, I always get girls attention wherever I go. That's what happens when you're born handsome."

Kylan chuckled at Jonah's sarcastic tone as he continued to munch on his snacks, "Ella and Bradley have been driving me crazy. They're the biggest lovebirds I've ever come across. They keep making out and goofing off whenever they get the chance, and their fights are the funniest thing I've ever witnessed. They literally threaten one another, then both apologize simultaneously, and then hug for hours. To be honest, it's sorta cute."

Jonah shrugged his shoulders, "I broke up with Leah. Not because of you, I promise it's not. It's because I don't like her anymore. I feel like my parents and the child were forcing us to be together, but I felt bad for her since I wouldn't give her the affection and attention she deserves as a girlfriend or ever to be wife, hence why I broke it off. I'll still be in my son's life, though."

"To be honest, Kylan," Jonah stared at the sky, "You're one of the first people I've met that I actually could not stop staring at." Kylan felt a smile pull at the corner of his lips as he leaned against the door as well; Jonah heard a squeak from the door and knew Kylan was standing there, "I want to see your orgasm face again."

He laughed, knowing that had caused Kylan's cheeks to flare red, as he continued, "I'm not even kidding one bit; you're literally so hot when you start twitching, that gets me going." After that last laugh, Jonah's face became serious as he said, "Please tell me you're fine because I don't know what I would do without you, Kylan."

He felt the doorknob creek, then as he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes widened when he realized the door was slowly opening. When it was completely open, Kylan stood at the side with a small smile, staring at Jonah, who stood to his feet, rapidly swallowing the food that was in his mouth and observing as Kylan shuffled on his feet and tilted his head inside, "You've been sitting here for six hours."

"You have as well," he replied, stepping inside and watching as Kylan closed the door behind him, locking it to assure that his father would not step in on them.

Instantly, Jonah grasped Kylan's face without his permission and placed his lips onto his, connecting them with such warmth that Kylan felt his entire body begin to melt.

When Jonah pulled apart, Kylan realized that his eyes were filled with tears, swelling as he tightened his grip on his face. Jonah was aware his vision was blurring, and a few tears were falling from his eyes, but he kept his grip on Kylan's jaw as he breathed, "I worried so much about you. I don't think you understand how much I love you, Ky. I felt so guilty; you did not deserve having everyone leave you, and I'm sorry for everything I said to you."

Kylan also felt his eyes begin to swell, and suddenly, he burst into sobs, staring at the navy eyes of Jonah as he breathed, "Please, help me. I'm scared of myself."

Truthfully, he was. The dark thoughts that had rushed through his mind those last few weeks had scared him since he was beginning to believe those were his last options. The pain from the wounds was not enough, and he was beginning to accept that maybe he was not needed or wanted in this community. However, having Jonah wrap his warm arms around his fragile body as he cried into his chest was enough to make him feel wanted, needed, and having the reassurance that all would be alright.

When they both calmed down, Jonah pulled Kylan into the bedroom and closed the door behind them, locking it. He dropped all the sweets and snacks he brought and smiled when he noticed Kylan staring at him with a small genuine smile. "Those were the foods you picked out yesterday," he said, "you dropped them and left, so I thought I'd buy them for you."

Kylan sighed, "You didn't have to."

"Don't worry," Jonah smiled, "I wanted to."

As they each picked out which snacks they wanted to eat, Jonah eventually said, "Can we talk? About everything?" When Kylan nodded his head, Jonah began, "You might not like this." "It's fine," Kylan shook his head, "just say it."

Jonah scratched the side of his head and took a deep breath before saying, "I think we're toxic for one another."

Kylan blinked in surprise but did agree to that fact. They were very toxic with one another, having an insane amount of fights, to the point that he ended up at the hospital for stitches. Jonah continued, "I do think we should take a break. I need time to accept that I am gay, even though I don't feel like I am, and I think that you should go to rehab." Kylan frowned, "Rehab?"

"Yes," Jonah nodded his head, "you need to get that problem in control."

"It's not out of control-"

"It probably isn't, but, babe," he stepped forward, "what if next time, it goes too deep?"

"It won't," he hissed.

Jonah shook his head, "I don't want to fight with you. But please, Kylan, do it for me. When you get back, we can be together again. You can come live with me too."

"I can't leave my Dad-"

"He's toxic to you, Kylan," Jonah exclaimed, "he's putting bad thoughts in your mind too. Come live with me, please. I'm begging you."

Kylan rapidly shook his head with furrowed brows, "I can't put my life on hold."

"It's not putting your life on hold," Jonah breathed, sending a hand through his hair, "it's to help you continue your life, Kylan, without needing to do that."

"I'm not leaving, Jonah. Besides, I don't have the money to pay for rehab."

"I'll take care of the expenses, but for now, I really need you to get better, Ky." He placed his palms in his jaw, "I love you, alright? That will never change. You mean the world to me, and I need you to get better so we can grow together. Please, agree with me."

Kylan begged, "Don't do this to me."

"I'm not doing this to you. I'm doing this for you," he placed his lips on Kylan before whispering, "We'll be able to live our lives together afterward. Trust me, please."