Hotstreak started to feel that tight feeling in his chest again. "Everytime I think of him I feel so strange... What is this? This sensation... I don't like it... I feel so needy... For him... It hurts so much..." Hotstreak went to his room and layed on his bed. His bed was against the wall this window was on. It was the afternoon but the sky was dark. It was raining hard and the clouds were so dark it almost looked like its night time. He looked out the window and sighed.
"I'm so confused." Hotstreak got up and put on a hoodie and left his house. The rain was pouring really hard and didn't seem to be easing up. Just as he walked out the door he was already soaking wet. He walked over to Richie's house. From one of the side windows he saw Richie through the gaps of the window shade. He looked around. Luckily for him there was a tree right next to Richie's room. He climbed up and got close to Richie's window and tapped it.
Richie jumped and looked at his window. He heard the tap a few more times. he pulled up the shade and saw Hotstreak. "What the hell?" Richie opened his window and let Hotstreak in.
"What the hell dude?" Richie asked. "...I just wanted to check on you... See how you were doing..." Richie smiled. Of all the people. Francis. Francis feeling compassion for him. "Could you atleast use the front door?"
"I'm not keen on meeting your parents just yet..."
Richie walked over to his wardrobe to get dry clothes for Hotstreak. "Well they're at work right now. They work basically every day. They wont be back until late. Here you go."
Hotstreak eagerly accepted the clothes from Richie. He placed them down on Richie's bed and began to undress from his wet clothes right in front of Richie. The blond boy got shocked and turned around. "Dude, have some decency!" Hotstreak laughed as he removed his boxers and picked up the boxer briefs Richie has for him. "...What happened to my boxers that I gave you?"
"...I'm still wearing them. Do you want your stuff back or something?"
"Nah its okay. Keep em..." Hotstreak blushed as he slipped into Richie's black boxer briefs. He put on the rest of the clothes and gave Richie the wet clothes to put to dry.
Richie turned around and looked at Hotsteak. Richie's clothes were slightly tight on him. His t-shirt was nearly skin fit and showed off his muscles well and the jeans showed Hotstreak's glorious package and sexy muscular calves.
Richie looked at Hotstreak in amazement. Slightly jealous of Hotstreak's well-built body.
"So how've ya been since... Well... Last night?" Hotstreak asked.
"Ehr... I'm fine. I just want to for get it ever happened..."
"Sorry for bringing it up then..."
"I appreciate your concern though."
Hotstreak layed down on Richie's bed. "...Tell me about yourself..."
"........." Richie was speechless
"...Whats wrong?" Hotstreak asked.
"Well... All the times you've picked on me... Suddenly you're so nice to me and have taken an interest in me as a person..."
"Dude, not to be mean but thats not how you treat someone after they had been... Ya know... Especially when I just saved that person..."
"...I suppose you got a point..."
Does this make us friends? Hotstreak thought.
The two talked and told eachother about themselves. Hotstreak layed on Richie's bed while Richie was on the computer. They conversation had ended and it was just an akward silence. He turned on his side facing the wall. His bed is so comfortable... His pillow smells so nice... Later, Richie turned around and saw the red head fast asleep on his bed.
...He fell asleep...! This is so weird... What does all this mean...? Are we friend now?
Hotstreak turned to his other side to see Richie looking at him. He looked at him curiously. "What are you looking at?" Richie flinched as Hotstreak made eye contact with him.
"N-Nothing. I just thought you were asleep."
Hotstreak sat up from the bed and looked out the window. It was still raining.
"I think I should be going now."
"Are you kidding?! It's pouring outside, you'll get sick."
Hotstreak smiled. It felt nice to have someone care about him.
Uh... Is he smiling? I've never seen him smile before... Kinda scary...
"Well I can't stay here very long."
Richie looked around. "Wait here, I'll get you an umbrella atleast." Richie left to go find one and when he retruned the red head was gone and his bedroom window we open.
"...I expected as much." Richie sighed and shut his window.