The next thing I was aware of after practically passing out in Kyle's arms, was my mom knocking on the door to wake me up for school.
"Time to get ready, honey," she says, trying the door handle. "Damien, why's the door locked?" There's a quiet groan from Kyle as he wakes up. I roll over, trying to get back to sleep, but mom knocks again. He sort of nudges me and I moan, not wanting to move. He prods me a little. I whine, inwardly willing them both to leave me to sleep.
"Babe, she'll get suspicious if you don't answer her."
I groan, "I'm not going in," I tell mom, promptly covering my face again.
"Damien, honey, you can't just take days off whenever you feel like it. Get up, please." Kyle seems kind of on edge, waiting nervously for my mom to fuck off. I'm too tired to really give a shit. I'm more interested in snuggling back up to him and falling asleep again. Which is exactly what I do when I hear mom's footsteps disappear off downstairs.
I only get a few more minutes in, though, before dad starts banging on the door and yelling at me. "Damien! Get up!" Kyle jumps as my dad tries to get in. "I told you not to lock the door. Get up." I whine, cuddling Kyle. He buries his head in my neck. I shift, planting a little kiss on his lips.
"You should probably get out of here," I tell him quietly. Might as well now I'm awake. He kisses back, nodding.
"See you at school?" he asks as we reluctantly untangle ourselves and get up. I nod. He smiles and slips out onto the tree branch. I close the window again and open the door, facing the irritable faces of my parents. Both of them stand there being all disapproving. I push past them and shut myself in the bathroom.
Since dad's been home, mom's tried to start repairing our family bonds. Starting with making us all eat together at breakfast and dinner. Dad's all for it. Me? Not so much. I don't eat breakfast very often, and being made to eat something when I'm not hungry on top of family talks - i.e. dad lecturing me about shit - just kind of makes me want to crawl away and hide somewhere.
"Why was the door locked, Damien?" dad asks, pouring too much milk on his cereal. I shrug, keeping my eyes on the toast in front of me. There's a long, painful silence as he waits for an answer.
"I wanted it locked. That's all," I mumble, nibbling at my toast. I glance up and see mom giving me this look like she knows something and suddenly I can't swallow. I put my toast down and get up. "I'll walk to school today, thanks." Their suspicion almost follows me out of the house and the worry that mom knows something eating at me all day. She says she wants me to be happy, but she doesn't want it to be with Kyle. The same rush of anger from last night bubbles up inside of me. Why should she tell me how to live my life? Why should anyone?
"You okay?" I ask, watching Kyle pick at his lunch.
"Mom's grounded me for the next two weeks."
"Disappearing last night." Oops. I lean over and give him a little kiss, that thankfully he returns, even though it's my fault for keeping him out all night.
"Sorry," I mumble.
"It's not your fault," he smiles. I disagree inwardly, looking up as he sighs a little. "Sorry. I'm just not looking forward to only seeing you here for two weeks." I stay quiet, feeling brave enough to cuddle him a little when I see that the bully kids aren't here yet. He rests his head on my shoulder and I kiss the top of it, making him hum. I cuddle him properly, feeling a little braver. He gives me a tiny smile and I keep cuddling him, ignoring my lunch.
In fact, I just about ignore everything else until I feel something hit me. Both of us look up to see where it came from and my heart sinks as I see the bully kids laughing amongst themselves and glancing over at us. I let go of Kyle, hoping it might satisfy them enough to leave us alone.
Only Kyle thumps his head down on the table and stays there. I feel a tiny bit of panic as he looks up at me. More food is thrown our way as I tug on his hand a little, trying to get him to move.
"Let's go somewhere else," I suggest, hoping he might just go along with it.
"What's the point?"
"Please?" I ask, beginning to feel kinda upset. I don't wanna stay here and have crap thrown at me for the rest of our lunch hour, but I don't wanna leave Kyle here either. He looks up at me again, his normally beautiful eyes worryingly blank. I cuddle him, doing my best to ignore the jeering calls of "Faggot!" from across the canteen. I kiss his cheek in the hope that it might get some kind of reaction out of him. His lips twitch up in a baby of a smile, but I can't seem to make myself smile back. I just wanna get out of here.
"Cheer up, gorgeous," he says.
"Can we go somewhere else?"
"It's up to you," he says. I get up, but he doesn't seem to really realise, staying where he is. I tug at his hand again and he stands up too. We walk out, and while I try not to notice the insults, Kyle doesn't seem to care about them at all.
I take us up to the music rooms. This is where I always used to go at lunch before. I figure it'll work as somewhere to go for us now. I kinda wonder why it hadn't really crossed my mind before. I sit down on a desk, pulling Kyle down onto it with me for a hug. He cuddles back, and I feel slightly better now we're out of the canteen.
"Can't you persuade your mom to un-ground you?"
"Already tried," he says, shaking his head. I sigh, wondering how either of us going to deal with our already limited contact becoming even more limited. "Don't worry about it, I'll think of something." I fucking hope so, Kyle.