Cash’s POV
We all stood around quiet for a couple moments before Jasper started laughing. He was obviously muffling them, but he was laughing.
“The look on your faces,” he was gasping for breath at this point having given up muffling it, “as if me and Tristan would stop being friends just like that,” he had snapped his fingers, but by now I was looking at Tristan who had stepped back and away from Jasper, “I mean technically we’re not friends, but we’re not not friends.”
Good reason to cause looking at Royal I am convinced he was about to explode, “what are you talking about?”
“We’ve decided to give… dating… a try,” Tristan said from behind his boyfriend hiding from Royal.
Royal looked confused, then happy, then pissed. He stepped up to Jasper and bitch slapped him. Before he recovered he hugged him. It was honestly a funny site to see with Jasper looking confused towering over Royal who looked ecstatic.
“Fucking finally,” Royal finally let go and looked at Tristan who immediately threw his hands up in front of him.
“I told him it was a bad idea.”
Royal just laughed at him and sat back down. After a few minutes passed we settled finished eating and was watching some house flipping channel on the obviously cheap TV.
“So what are y’all going to do when we go back to school,” Marcus questioned still at the bottom of the bed.
“Jasper and I have decided not to tell our parents immediately just kinda waiting for how they react to Royal being gay. Since he’s kinda like their son.”
“Thanks for using me as a scapegoat guys. Anyways I don’t know what I’m going to do yet I’ll think about it tomorrow. It’ll get me enough time since it’s not like we’re going to go to school tomorrow anyways.”
“What are you going to do tomorrow when we get home?” I asked pulling him closer to me thinking of his current home situation.
“I have to visit the doctors office anyways to get an actual wrist cast for the break and then I’ll go home and access my family situation. My dad should’ve calmed down by then if not I’ll just grab a few things and come to yours,” he kissed me before pulling out his phone to look at something.
“Why didn’t you just get a cast at the hospital ya nitwit,” Marcus slapped his shin before dodging a kick.
“Because there’s no way my father would’ve paid or used his insurance there with how angry he still was. The doctors here knows my father and all his information and everything and will just charge him immediately if he refuses to pay it looks bad on him and his medical license.”
“How do you know all this?”
“Something similar happened a couple months back.”
With that the room became silent. We all watched the show playing for a couple more hours before Marcus finally went to his couch and we all laid down to sleep.
In the morning we all hurried and packed up, with Royal doing the least since his wrist had gotten worse with the incorrect support, and left for our town.
After a couple hours of driving, movies, and games we had arrived to doctors office in our small town for Royal. Marcus, Jasper, and Tristan had all separated ways after we arrived and checked in leaving Royal and I to our own endeavors.
“I can call Jeremy to pick us up and take us too his apartment after this. We can go to school in the morning and then we’ll go home afterwards,” he immediately spoke up as the nurse left the room.
It was the first time he had spoken to anyone except the hospital staff in about an hour and a half. I knew he was probably upset and scared and I wanted it all to go away, but since I couldn’t make it I just supported him.
“Yeah that’s fine. Marcus took our backpacks with him though so I’ll just tell him to bring them to school tomorrow.”
He barely got out an okay before the doctor entered, “Royal? Hi. I haven’t seen you since you were at my hip. You haven’t grown much have you?”
The doctor laughed and Royal just smiled, “hi, Doctor Andrews.”
“What do we have here? I see on the chart you’ve broken your wrist and are just here to get it properly casted.”
“Yeah, we’ll let’s get started. How did you break your wrist? Does you’re father know yet? He hasn’t mentioned anything.”
“Um.. football incident and he just found out so probably hasn’t had time to say anything.”
“Okay makes sense.”
They continued to make small talk until it was time to go. With Royal’s wrist wrapped up he was feeling slightly better and more talkative so we talked about unimportant things until Jeremy arrived.
When we got to the apartment there was a girl waiting inside who Royal begrudgingly and hastily greeted before dragging me into the guest bedroom.
“Don’t fuck!” Jeremy yelled behind us before we closed the door.
Which Royal obviously replied, “don’t tell me what to do!”
“So, whose the girl?”
“Jewel, Jeremy’s girlfriend, she’s a pick me bitch and an asshole. I believe she’s just using Jeremy, but he’s told me to drop it multiple times so that’s what I did.”
I hummed at him, “are you going to be okay tomorrow?”
“I’ll be fine if I can handle my father I can handle anything,” He sadly smiled and turned away from me, “I know there’s no chance that most people at school don’t know, but I kinda wish…. It doesn’t matter.”
“At least you’ll be able to properly meet my friends.”
He looked at me like I just grew a second head, “me… meet your… friends?”
“Yeah?”
“Umm… honest question. Are you INSANE?”
“I fell in love with you so yes,” I laughed as I pushed him to a lying down position and kissed him, “I’m serious.”
“You’re friends hate me it’s a recipe for disaster.”
“No, they don’t and even if they did I hated you before we know how that went,” I trailed my hand slightly further up his thigh.
He was obviously starting to squirm feeling the heat from my hand on his crotch, “that’s different. We were pinned against each other by our parents they just straight up hate me for me.”
“Not true. Think about it I gave you’re friends a chance and they love me.”
“I’m giving Marcus Black a chance he’s waaay worse than Jasper and Tristan.”
I rolled my eyes, “I’m sure he is. Who’s relationship drama did we just have to deal with.”
“Shut up,” he playfully slapped my chest before dragging his hands to out around my neck.
“Don’t worry I’ll be there if you feel uncomfortable,” he just hummed at me before kissing.
We made out for a few minutes, going no further than running our hands under each others shirts, before passing out leaving the worries of school for tomorrow.
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