Falling For My Exchange Brother | B... - Chapter 14: Chapter 14

I believe that I'm losing my mind.
Here I am, a straight cool guy, staring at Arthur as he changed. Feeling somewhat like a pervert as I thought a little over a few things and it made me realize that I didn't really have a problem with this.
Am I gay?
I don't think so. I've tried looking at other men and putting thoughts into my head but it just makes me want to barf. When I think about Arthur though, it's fine...
Are you allowed to not be gay, but be into only one guy? If there's a way to do that I'm all for it. Dylan was chill and cool about it, what about everyone else?
I don't even want to call it anything until I figure it out myself. Sadly, I haven't yet.
"What wrong William?"
I see Arthur face me as he pulls a shirt over his head, almost mocking me for the fact that I can't really do anything. Without me thinking that it's gay or without really thinking at all.
"Nothing. Just confused, lost, wondering."
He nods, coming towards me as he pats my head like I'm a dog.
"You know, it get easy when cast aside others and think about what you want. It not matter what others think." He says, making me think that he knows what I'm lost about.
"That what you did?"
"Sure. I also not care as it is. It different in America with how you see your love choices. Must be into women if man, must be into men if woman. It horrible. In France, we like who we like. Because of that," he sat beside me, bumping shoulders with me as I smiled," I like you."
I blush at his cute speech, but shrug.
"Easier said than done. America is crazy. I mean, it used to be bad when I was younger. But now...people don't care as much?"
"You question self."
"Yeah because I'm not used to this. It's still scary trying to be yourself in a place where sometimes they don't want you to be yourself... Despite them saying to be you, they don't really. It's just words...words mean nothing to me."
"Clearly do." He said, and I sighed." Let me show something."
He grabbed my arm, pulling me up as he pointed at his heart. Grinning, he takes my hand and rests it on my heart, then grabs my other one as he places it on his.
I feel the thumps and then being calm. Him looking at me and his heartbeat didn't falter. When I looked at him without any intention I could feel my heart racing. Almost feeling the difference between him and me.
One heart was confident and one heart was scared... Pitiful.
"Our hearts tell the truth about other. I care and think you are beautiful," his heart didn't falter as he looked me straight in the eye,"but I afraid of you hurting me. One fear about fall for you."
His heart did increase when he said that and my heart was still beating fast.
"Do you want to feel mine?" I ask, and he shrugs. I take his hand and place it over my heart, letting him feel the beat.
"Tell me something." He says, and just from that look he gave me my heart increased; watching him frown in confusion at my fast heart." I not do anything - it getting faster!"
He pulls back, smiling as he nods.
"What's the point of this besides embarrassing me?" I ask, and he sighs.
"It to show which one of us is honest and not afraid. You are afraid, I tell. But I also think there something there that want me." He says, and I blush.
Now my heart is beating fast for sure.
"I don't know what I want anymore..." I mumble, and he nods as well.
"Me too. But I know I want you."
"Noted."
"Really? Not feel like it." With that he walked out the room and I was losing my damn mind.
This guy was making me lose my mind and act like a damn girl. I say it too much but I truly feel like if I don't get out of Thailand I'm going to be wanting him to hound me or something!
I feel like my mom knows more than she lets on and the maid already knows way too much. But the fact that we aren't doing a good job hiding it and we haven't gotten caught...I'm kinda proud of ourselves. Yet ashamed.
Leaving the room I am surprised to see Arthur talking to a chef. Never seen him in my life, but the chef seems to have his eyes on him. The way he's flirting and resting his hand on Arthur's arm.
Walking forward I catch their attention, making the two of them look at me.
"Chef Delis this William. One I talk about." He nods at me, Delis glancing at me and quickly facing him.
"Tell me more about France! I like your cute accent." He flirts, making Arthur smile as he rubs the back of his neck.
"I try to fix it. William think it annoying-."
"Ignore him. Be you; and so far, I like you right now." He said, and I sneered and was suddenly angry.
"You can't say anything because you don't know Arthur at all. You're just a Chef that came out of nowhere only knew him for ten minutes. Don't act like you've known him even longer."
Delis raises an eyebrow, looking at Arthur as he nods.
"Jealous are we? I was only kidding." He says, and I flinch. The both of them laughing their asses off at my surprise." No I wasn't."
I glance at the two of them to see the relation, but they seem like two people that just met one another. Both beginning to learn about one another and neither wants to stop...
This's pissing me off.
"Delis make me lunch." I sneer, and he looks at me in confusion.
"But it's breakfast-."
"Are you questioning me? Just make me lunch! I don't care what time it is I just want you to do something besides flirt." I snap, and he nods as he says bye to Arthur. Watching him rush off to get the ingredients.
Arthur looks at me, frowning as I folded my arms.
"Why are you flirting?"
"I not. I told you who I into." He says, and I still am skeptical." Besides, Delis is cute guy; but I barely know him."
"When you met me you barely knew me." I say, making him shrug as he extended his hand. Making me take it as he pulled us closer and I looked at his lips.
"That different. You beautiful, he cute. I actually want you, he just there. I like you, I not like him."
"Burn!" I exclaim happily, suddenly very happy that he isn't into Delis at all." Arthur?"
"Yes?"
I look at him, feeling the words on the tip of my tongue but they won't come out. So I grin, shaking my head," Nothing."
I like you too. Maybe.
****
"You can't like and hate someone, that's not how it works."
"I don't hate him anymore." I say to a random gay guy, Arthur in line at a Thailand restaurant.
"You like him?"
"Yes...?"
"Hesitation."
"Yeah because I'm a popular straight dude who has a girlfriend and yet I'm falling for the guy."
The guy looks around and his eyes settle on Arthur, making him smirk.
"You into BBC?"
I frown, not even caring for what the abbreviation means as I nod.
"Sure. I'm into BBC. Anyway-."
"You lucky! So you have a girlfriend and yet you get all that BBC?" He asks, and I am lost about what 'BBC' is.
"What's BBC?" I asked, and the guy smirked.
"It's 'Big Black Cock'. Duh-."
I snort, shaking my head as he raises his eyebrows. But I'm not innocent. I sucked his dick for a second...I don't really have an experience with it. Only seen it...
Looking to him he glanced at me at the same time, and I grin. Making him smile as he waves, facing back forward as he was now in front.
"Yeah...you two are cute together!" The guy gushed, and I shrugged.
"I'm not used to this. I'm known as the 'too-cool-for-school,' straight, popular, rich, hot guy. Then I meet my Exchange Brother over there who I suddenly feel like I'm falling for... I don't even know anymore..."
The guy just stared at me, and I didn't know what to do as his boyfriend came over. Them giving a kiss in front of everyone and no one seemed to care.
"All I want to say is if you follow your heart - it may be cheesy but it's true - then you will be happy. See where it goes here before you go home. You only have one life, live it doing what you want to do." He says, then him and the guy exit together all over one another.
Making me think I wonder what that would like if it were him and me... I know we wouldn't be like that but what would we be like...?
"I have orange chicken! Lo Mein! It smell good!" He rested down the food as he smiled, sitting next to me. And I watch as he has his plate and slides mine over." Merci Beaucoup!"
He then begins to eat, and I eat slowly as I'm concentrating too much on what that guy said.
"What wrong?"
"Just talk to me." I say, and he chuckles instead.
"You talk."
I grin, eating some noodles as he waits for me to speak. But I keep a long quiet until I nod, giving him a look.
"What's your favorite color?"
He smiles, looking into my eyes as he smirks.
"Brown and green." He says, and I blush.
"I doubt you like brown and green I'm uncertain for. Why do you like these colors?"
"Because it the colors I look into on an everyday basis. I like them now, because if I can look at them and feel nice; why not I like those colors?" He asked, and I felt my cheeks heat up.
"You're sweet." I find myself saying, and he grins.
"What your favorite color?"
I cocked my head, thinking about what color I truly liked," I like royal blue and gold and black."
"Why?"
"Royal blue because that's the color that...I've always liked. Gold because I'm golden and amazing. Black because when I look at your eyes and see the color black I started to like it too." I mock and somewhat mean, making him chuckle.
"How cute. Merci Beaucoup." He says, and I smile." Now. What favorite-?"
"No more questions. I want you to just...make me feel like I'm important." I suddenly say, and he frowns.
"Is not me sitting here speaking to you enough?"
"Nope."
"I sorry to hear that. I try my best to make you happy." He mutters, and I snort.
"If you call eating and having a few conversations as making me feel important; you're mistaken."
He narrows his eyes at me, and I realize I did it again.
"Remember what I say? Not know when to stop talk. To shut up." He sneered, and I raised my eyebrows.
"I'm just saying what I'm feeling!"
"I understand, but you not know how to take it to a kind approach. Always mean to me."
"Not lately."
"Yes lately. All the time."
We argue, arguing like a damn couple it seemed as we ranted about one another's negatives. Him getting upset because I'm always mean and yet he thinks I'm holding back my feelings for him... I'm upset because he always takes my words over context and I keep being so mean to him...
"What must I do?" He asks, shaking his head in annoyance as we've been fighting the whole time we've been eating.
"You need to rock my world. Like Bella rocked it for me." I hissed, making him flinch.
"You not do that..."
"I did." I growled, standing as I walked towards the door." And, you can figure out a way to pay for that."
Then I left, feeling like the biggest bitch... Almost like a child who bullies their crush because they don't know what the feeling is... I'm the girl who shoves the guy and makes fun of him; he's the guy that's still nice to me and still professes his feelings for me...
I'm the worst... Yet it feels good to know he'll still be running back.