Chapter Six:

I felt a hand brush my happy trail and I sighed out in pleasure. I looked down at the blonde mop of hair as he began kissing down my neck. I clutched onto his bare back as he dug his teeth into my skin, leaving a bruise in its place.
I bit back a moan as he continued to do this, however moving down on my body. He gripped my hips and rubbed small circles into them, getting more and more intense as he moved down my body. I took several deep breaths, trying to keep my excitement down.
Suddenly, the scene drifted away and I blinked open my eyes to a dark room.
I twitched and shakily gazed around my room in a daze. Cree was again laying in my bed, fast asleep, while I laid on the floor, clutching onto the one pillow I had. I took note of the small wet spot where I had drooled and I instantly grimaced at the grossness of it.
But, I quickly realized that there was much more to be grossed out about.
I felt the uncomfortable wetness in my boxers and I instantly pulled the blanket a little more over me out of fear Cree would wake up. I gazed around my room quickly, trying to think of a solution to my problem.
"God damnit," I muttered under my breath.
Apparently that's enough to wake Cree up.
Cree blinked open his eyes and gazed at me in all my glory. He stretched slightly, letting out a tiny yawn and stared at me.
"What?" He asked me in a groggy voice.
"Nothing," I said shakily.
"Olliepop, why are you hiding under the blanket? Did you have a nightmare?" Cree asked me, sitting up a little more.
"Um... No. Not exactly," I muttered.
"Than what are you hiding?" Cree asked me.
I didn't say anything.
And he knew instantly.
"Oh... Hehe," Cree said, sitting up all the way and reaching over to my nightstand where a package of sugar cookies sat. He grabbed one and started to eat it, still watching me intently.
"Go on. I don't mind," Cree said, smiling at me.
"Cree, turn around," I muttered.
"And miss the show? No way!" Cree yelped.
I threw a piece of candy at him and he groaned and turned around. I got up and went to my closet, grabbing another pair of boxers and pajamas for me to wear. I left the room and changed in the bathroom, shoving my gross clothes to the bottom of the hamper.
When I went back to my room, I saw Cree eating his second cookie. I smirked and went back to my little sleeping area on the floor, curling up and trying to fall back asleep listening to Cree's little munches as he ate the cookie.
"So... What was the dream about?" Cree asked me.
"What do you mean?" I asked, turning onto my side.
"Oliver, don't play stupid. We both know you don't know how to act stupid," Cree muttered.
"It was what you'd imagine a sex dream to be like," I muttered, turning back onto my other side.
"No dip, Olliepop. Like... Who was in it?" Cree asked. I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
But right now, I was silently debating on whether I should tell him or not. If I told him the truth, he'd never get off my back, but if I lied, he'd know.
"Was it about Crete?" Cree asked me.
I gulped and finally turned to him, nodding slightly. I felt tears come to my eyes for some odd reason and I felt my body shake as a sob raked through it.
Cree instantly jumped out of bed and joined me on the floor. He curled up next to me, wrapping his tiny arms around me and hugging me as tightly as his small body allowed him to. I clutched onto him back, shaking again as more sobs coursed through me.
"It's okay, Oliver. It's okay. So what if you're not straight. It's not that big of a deal. I mean, if Crete can be bisexual and accepted, why can't you be gay and accepted?" Cree muttered into my shoulder.
I instantly pulled away at that statement. For a moment, I saw anxiety flash across Cree's face and I instantly felt horrible for making him feel bad. I reminded myself not to do that with Cree and I wrapped my arms back around him.
"I'm not gay, Cree. And I'm not bisexual either. I'm straight. Every straight guy has a homosexual dream sometimes," I muttered, narrowing my eyes slightly.
Cree stared at me in disbelief but he didn't say anything. I already knew what he wanted to say. That I needed to just accept who I was earlier rather than later.
But, I don't need to accept anything because I'm straight.
"I'm going back to sleep. Good night, Cree," I told him, turning onto my side and closing my eyes.
Cree sighed and curled up against my back and fell asleep as well.

"Oliver, are you excited for homecoming?" Cree asked me.
I tore my gaze from the river and back at him, giving him a small shrug. Cree frowned at that and came to stand next to me again.
"Has something been bothering you? Well... I mean something's obviously been bothering you, but what is it?" Cree asked me.
"Nothing. I'm just kind of stressed out I guess. I already have a Geometry test this week and I'm still trying to learn everything the teacher taught us," I told him, trying to avert the subject.
"Oh come on, Olliepop. You'll do great. You've never gotten below an eighty five on any test in your life," Cree told me, steering me away from the river and back on the sidewalk.
I shrugged and followed him. Cree began talking about some random things that I half listened to. It wasn't that he was annoying or boring to me, it was just the fact that I had been out of it since school started.
Ever since I made the realization that something was going on between my dads, I've noticed a ton of things that I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed before. Like, I hadn't seen the two of them actually kiss in so long, let alone hug. I noticed Dad purposely avoiding Daddy as much as possible and Daddy trying his best to keep close to him.
But the biggest thing I noticed.
Dad wasn't wearing his wedding ring.
I couldn't tell if it had been like that for a while or if he recently stopped wearing it. Or maybe I could be overthinking everything and he just lost it.
But that wasn't the only thing bothering me. I had actually begun questioning my sexuality. I tried noticing the girls, especially during Phys. Ed when they dressed in tight clothes that showed off their bodies. Nothing clicked in me. They were just people trying to get attention to me.
But, I had noticed Crete a lot during that class. During our second week of school, we began doing fitness testing. During the sit ups, I watched Crete do thirty-one in a minute and I actually began blushing. When we did the mile, I watched him jog alongside the girls and I felt jealousy prick inside me. When we were doing the push-ups, I watched him do twenty five push-ups in a minute and I embarrassingly had to excuse myself.
I didn't want to admit to myself that I had a crush on Crete. But after these events, it was getting harder and harder not to.
"Oliver, are you even listening?" Cree asked me.
"What?" I asked, staring at him. Cree rolled his eyes and explained to me again what he had been talking about. I gave my opinion quickly and tried to fall back into my thoughts again, however Cree stopped me this time.
"What's gotten into you, Ollie? One second you're here and the next you're in Olliepopland," Cree said.
"Just what I said Cree. I'm stressed out," I told him.
It wasn't a lie really. It was the truth after all. I was terribly stressed out, but maybe not for the right reasons.
"Well... I guess, I'm gonna head home," Cree said.
What?
"What do you mean, 'head home'? You've never willingly went home, Cree," I asked, confused as to why my best friend was choosing to go home rather than stay here with me.
"You just seem distant. I want you to figure things out without me being in the way," Cree said, beginning to walk away.
I wanted to tell him not to leave me but he was already turning around, walking in the opposite direction. I really wanted to call after him, like in all those cliche movies, but I thought against it, knowing how much that'd probably embarrass him. And me.
I sighed and continued to walk around the park by myself. I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my pants and thought some more about everything happening in my life at the moment.
However I was stopped abruptly by an interesting sight.
I stared directly at Daddy talking to a woman. They were sitting on a bench that overlooked the river that ran through Austin. The woman was sitting a bit too close to Daddy for her to be just a friend or stranger and I began to question who this woman was.
I walked closer to them, hiding behind a tree and tried listening in on their conversation. It was muffled but I got the basic gist of it.
"Jordyn, I'm sorry, but I can't keep this up. I've given you my reasons, and you need to just accept that," Daddy said.
"I don't understand. I thought things were going great between us. You were even talking about divorcing that prick you call a husband," The woman, Jordyn, said.
I watched Daddy's face turn angry and he stood up, glaring at her.
"'That prick' happens to be the man I fell in love with Jordyn. He and I went through a lot of shit together and I'm not going to just leave him behind like that. I mean... I have kids, for Christ's sake!" Daddy argued.
"You said you were doing to divorce him," Jordyn growled.
"I didn't mean it, Jordyn. I said it in the heat of a moment," Daddy said.
"Michael... You and I, we have something. We really do. I can feel it. If we just wor-," Jordyn started until Daddy cut her off.
"Jordyn... Please don't do this. We had nothing. It was just a stupid thing I did because I wasn't getting what I wanted. It was childish and pathetic and I'm never going to be able to live up to what I did to Gavin. Alright? Now... Please stop calling Gavin and I. I really don't want anything to do with you anymore," Daddy said.
I watched him kiss this woman's cheek and then walk away. I watched the woman, hearing her begin to cry as she watched my Daddy walk away from her.
But, I realized with a jolt that I had been correct. There was something going on between my dads.
Daddy cheated on Dad.
I felt like I was gonna be sick. Why did this happen to us? Hadn't my family suffered enough?
"Oliver?" I heard a familiar voice say.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the voice. I swiftly turned around, gazing into the incredibly bright blue eyes of Crete Caminski.
"Oh... Hello Crete," I muttered.
"Are you okay? You seem kind of shaken," Crete said.
"Well, you did just sneak up behind me," I said in a slightly annoyed voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I just... Didn't think I'd see you at the park. You kind of seem like one of those people that never leaves their house because they're allergic to, like, fifty different things," Crete said, giving me a joking smile.
"Hehe... Yeah," I said, rubbing a hand through my hair.
I suddenly realized my situation. Here I was, talking to my 'crush' after finding out Daddy cheated on Dad.
Could I be placed in a worse position?
"Um... What are you doing here?" I asked nervously.
"Nothing much, just scoping out the babes," Crete said in a surfer voice. I smiled and giggled slightly.
"So... Are you going to the homecoming dance?" I asked, searching for things to talk about with him.
"Of course! I'm the light of the party. Or, at least, that's what everyone tells me," Crete said.
"Oh... That's cool," I muttered, wanting to slap myself for how terrible my response was.
"Are you going?" Crete asked me.
I thought for a moment. Was I going? I hadn't really considered it. I knew Banjo and Kazooie were going since Kazooie had offered to take me shopping with her and Banjo, much to Banjo's disappointment. I kind of thought I would go just to see what it was like but then again, I had no one to hang out with since Cree wasn't allowed to go.
"I haven't really thought about it, I suppose," I told him.
"Um, the correct answer to that question, is, 'Hell yeah, I'm going!'" Crete told me. He began to walk away and I began to wonder if he wanted me to follow or not. When he looked back and gave me a look, I supposed he did mean for me to follow.
"Why wouldn't you go? I'd be your first real dance. I didn't miss any of my freshman year dances," Crete told me.
That's because you actually had friends.
"I guess it's cause I don't really know who I'd go with," I told him.
"Ah, no date. I hear you there, fren," Crete said, patting my shoulder in a joking matter.
"What do you mean? All the girls drool over you," I said. I instantly shut up and scolded myself for such outward speaking. He's gonna think I'm crazy now.
"Haha, you think? Well, I mean I'd take one of them, but then they'd think I liked them and then they'd think we're dating and I'm just not really looking forward to turning another girl down," Crete told me.
"Oh," Was all I said.
"But, you know if you have no one to go with, maybe you and I could go together," Crete said, winking suggestively.
I blushed slightly, trying to hide it. I found that I couldn't meet his eyes for a long time afterwards and he smiled, knowing he got me.
"Well, well, well, looks like we have a winner," Crete said, giggling. He turned my head towards his and forced me to stare straight into his eyes.
"Looks like I'll see you at homecoming," Crete said.
He released me and jogged off to a group of people at the other end of the park. I watched him go, feeling weak all of a sudden.
However, I realized with a jolt what I had just happened.
Crete Caminski asked me, Oliver Jones, to homecoming.
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So, I only proofread about half of this, got bored, and decided to post it. So if there's typos I apologize.
So... I'm sorry for the lack of updates with all my books. I've been having it really rough and I haven't had the motivation to write (or do anything). I know it's a terrible and overused excuse but it's the honest truth.
So... Hopefully I'll get out of my negative mindset and start writing again, but I'm not promising it'll be anytime soon.
Thanks for reading.