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Classes had started a week later. Charlie sat in his room. It was supposed to his free class for him to study in the library, but he just couldn't. A part of him was homesick, he had never been away from his family for this long. Then there was the other part of him that wanted to stay. Thinking about the morning assembly where he was sitting next to Mike, their hands continually brushing against each other, he smiled. It was amazing how he could make Charlie forget his lonliness for one moment.
Mike burst into the room, startling Charlie. He threw his backpack into the corner. "You have got to be kidding me with these uniforms." He was mumbling, quickly changing, oblivious that Charlie was there.
Charlie's eyes opened wide as Mike became shirtless. He smiled in admiration. "What are you doing?"
Mike turned around, realising Charlie had seen him changing. He turned away so Charlie couldn't see the pink appearing on his cheeks "Getting ready for boys gym class. I'm guessing you have a study period. You should probably come. Since your not so thin anymore, Skinny."
As Mike resumed changing into his sport uniform Charlie turned and faced the wall. He didn't want Mike to think he was a pervert. Though he had to fight back the temptation to turn around and look as he thought Mike was gorgeous to look at. "So, made any friends?" Charlie said to break up the awkward silence.
"The preppy morons that go to this school? Yeah, I fit right in. Charlie, open your eyes." Mike replied, rolling his eyes.
Charlie found himself thinking about his classes so far. He was raised to believe there was good in all people, whether they were nice or not, but he knew Mike was right. Every girl and boy whatever clique they were in had been either rude or simply ignored him. "I guess you do have a point."
Mike stopped tying up his sneakers, looking at Charlie. "When someone like you can't say anything nice about them, you know for a fact they're not worth hanging with."
"Well, it is only the first day." Charlie said. "Some could be nice."
"Just when you think he's had a breakthrough. He reverts back to the old nancy boy." Mike grabbed his bag and walked out of the room, thought not before taking a last glance at Charlie and mumbling. "Well, at least your not a preppy."
Charlie didn't know if Mike meant for him to hear that comment or not, but he smiled as he heard it. He couldn't really find the motive for wanting to be close to his room mate, at least nota reason he could admit to himself, let alone to Mike. He just felt drawn to him.
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The weekend had finally arrived and Charlie was excited about going home to his family. He threw his clothes into a bag in preparation for travelling on the night train. He glanced over at Mike who was playing games on the laptop. Mike didn't seem to care that he wasn't going home.
"I don't know how you do it. To stand being away from your family like this." Charlie said to him.
"I thought this school would be more of a challenge. Turns out I thought wrong. Besides, my parents don't get me." Mike replied, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Well it's not like you let people in, so they can understand you." Charlie told him honestly.
Mike suddenly felt angry, he turned away from the computer and stared at Charlie. "Since when did it become any business of yours what I do? You have your family and I'm not a mamas boy. End of discussion, just leave already."
"You know, if you want to leave here you can always come to the factory with me. I assume you know the way around." Charlie offered because he felt guilty about making Mike upset. He could tell there was more to the story than his room mate would let on.
"I don't like chocolate remember? So why would I want to go back there?" Mike muttered, breathing out a frustrated sigh. "Why do you have to be so nice all the time? Don't worry about me."
Charlie picked up his bag, not taking his eyes off Mike. "But, I do worry about you." He confessed.
"Why do you care? It's not like I give a fucking damn about anyone else." Mike replied, knowing that it wasn't completely true. He did care about Charlie to an extent, but wasn't willing to take down his emotional walls.
"I think you do. You just cover it up with a bunch of swears." Charlie walked to the door. "See you on Sunday."
Mike turned to the door. "Wait up-" Realising that Charlie had gone, he let out another sigh of frustration. He usually didn't let anyone get to him, so why Charlie was suddenly able to do so he didn't know. Especially since they had only been room mates for two weeks.
Unable to shake Charlie's words, he turned back to the computer to check his e-mail. He wondered if his parents had sent him anything, at all. Looking through the messages, he didn't know why he was shocked that there was, once again, nothing from home. Turning off the computer, he sat in cotemplation. Stuff like this made him wonder if his parents even cared, then looking at his surroundings, out the window at the rest of the boarding school, he figured the answer was that they probably didn't.
Chapter 3 coming soon :-)