Basil poked Ashs side. Ash just groaned.
"Ash why are you here. Quinn said you hurt your head you need sleep," Dragging him up. Carefully Basil fit his hand in Ashs leading him back to Basils room. Ash and Basil had spent sevral hours decorating Basils room. Actually it was more like weeks as it took them a long time to collect enough paper and other materials. Basil sat Ash down on his bed. Carefully he covered the window to make the whole room dim. Ashs head already hurt less just thanks to the dark. The room had pinecones with what appeared to be glitter on them. They hung by cloth they cut out from old clothes. Pictures of flowers and other things covered the walls. They cut the shapes out as the best they could. They pasted them up on the walls. They looked really pretty. Rapunzel daisies and jasmine. There were more but he didn't know what they were called.p
"Why are you smiling," Basils voice was kind. Even kinder was the smile that spread across his face. Ash pulled Basil toward him. pull him down onto the bed. Ash kissed Basilm His warm salty lips tasted good as ever. Nobody knew about there relationship. His father didn't particular like relationships but, two boys together that wouldn't go down well. They both feared if anyone knew they would tell his father. That they both knew would end in pain. Laying down Ash closed his eyes. Listening to Basil breathing next to him. His breaths slow and steady. His eyelids heavy. Ash drifted back of into sleep again. This time Ash slept well. He only ever slept like this next to Basil.
When Ash woke up Basil was at his desk scribbling in the packet his father assigned them. Ash looked around the room. Dim light filtered threw the sheet over the window. Ash groaned as he sat up. A wave of sharp pain washed threw his head.
"What time is it," Ash asked looking over at basil. Basil stood up and walked over to the door.
"You need rest. I'll go get breakfast," Basil ran out the door. Looking around Ash saw on the desk Basil was doing his packet for him. Hatred
bubbled up in Ash. Glaring down at his hands. Ash wanted to hate Basil he needed to hate him. But pushing him away never worked he always came back. Even as Ash became colder and colder to him Basil kept smiling at him. His wide tooth grin. The way it formed dimples. Tears threatened to burst forth fighting back sobs. Ash buried his face in his hands.
"I'm back," Basil said holding a tray with some toast and a few peices of fruit. "Ash what's wrong," the concern in his voice made Ash want to cry more.
"I'm fine" Ash yelled at Basil. The hurt on his face was apparent. Ash didn't want to hurt him. Basil sat down next to Ash with the tray. They ate the toast in silence. Ash thought and thought. Sitting on the bed. His face blank as he thought of all the reasons to slit his wrists. Ash lay back down and let sleep take him away to his nightmares.