His sobs reach my ears when I walk down the hall and stop at the doorway to his room. I know it's my fault. I need to apologize but my hand won't reach for the door knob. My heart is thumping in my chest as I just stand there, frozen. His sobs quiet down but I can still hear his whimpering. My heart aches as I knock softly on the door. His feet hit the floor and storm over to the door. He opens it, and frowns. "I thought you were someone else" he mutters before attempting to slam the door in my face but my foot lodges it's self in the way before he can.
"AJ..."
"Frankie" his voice is cold and it hurts me, but we really need to talk.
"Can I come in? T-to talk?" AJ's hard icy stare seems to peer into me and soon he nods, letting me into his room.
"Kaz, I know what this is about and I just want-"
"AJ shut up... I love you, okay. That's why I make fun on faggots... 'cos I don't have the balls to be one" AJ's eyes widen and then soften.
"Kaz... You could have told me sweetie" AJ moves over to me, bringing me into a hug. "I love you too" I smile softly and hug him back.
"Good" I mutter, not even stoping to think about his wife and children. I don't really fucking care about them. All I care about is him. My AJ. My beautiful AJ.
This is soooo shhooooooorrrrtttttttt... lol