Heartbreak hotel

Chapter 8

Royal, Isaiah and Midnight were in Midnight’s bedroom at Luca’s. The three were all stoned off their heads, seeming to stare into space, all enjoying the high well Midnight was, and he had been enjoying it until Isaiah and Royal started making out.

“Can you two stop?” Midnight snapped, a scowl on his face as he watched the two boys make out. He was sitting on the floor, leaning back on his bed. Isaiah and Royal were before him, trying to eat each other’s faces off.

“But it’s fun being high and making out,” Isaiah replied, a lazy grin on his face as he eyed Midnight.

“I couldn’t care less,” Midnight snapped. “Stop making out. Aren’t you supposed to be in love with Jamie?”

Royal froze at the mention of Jamie’s name. he had heard about this man so many times, but he had never met him. All he knew was that something happened and Jamie wasn’t here anymore. He wasn’t dead. No, he was simply in another country with his aunt.

“And Jamie has a girlfriend who is a b***h, so I can tongue whoever I want.”

“And it has to be Royal?”

“Yes. It has to be Royal,” Isaiah replied, and just to further provoke Midnight, Isaiah grabbed Royal by his long hair and let their lips meet in a kiss.

“You disgust me.”

“At least I’m still not pining over someone with a boyfriend,” Isaiah snapped, scowling at Midnight. “Jamie has a girlfriend, and I am getting over him. What are you trying to do?” Midnight didn’t reply, and Isaiah scoffed. “That’s what I thought.”

Royal had stayed silent, enjoying the high. He stared out the large window, catching glimpses of a few visible stars.

“Midnight, Luca said you were here. Can you help me?” Gabriel asked, a small smile on his face as he walked in. He stopped, a frown on his face as he sniffed the room. “If you’re going to smoke, the least you can do is open the window.”

Royal watched Midnight as his eyes trailed over Gabriel, a soft smile on his face as the boy walked across the room and opened the window, his face scrunched up in distaste. “And would it kill you to turn on the light? You’re not vampires.”

“Don’t do that,” Midnight groaned. “No light.”

Gabriel stood beside him, a look of unease on his face. “If you’re too high, I can ask someone else to help me; it’s fine.”

Midnight struggled to his feet, a broad grin on his face. “I’m sober enough; let’s go; I’ll help you.” He turned to face Royal and Isaiah. “Don’t f**k on my bed.”

“Aww, there go our plans for the remainder of the night,” Isaiah replied, smirking. Midnight scowled at him, but Gabriel had already begun walking off, so he said nothing and followed, closing the door behind him.

Royal fiddled with the ring on his thumb; he had never worn rings until he got this one, and now he never took it off.

“Isaiah?” he asked, keeping his head down. He had asked this question before and never gotten a straight answer, but maybe it was worth a shot to ask again and hope he got an answer this time.

“What?”

“Who is Jamie?” he whispered.

He was scared of knowing the answer but already knew who Jamie was or what he meant to Isaiah. He had seen everyone making fun of him about Jamie, and it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together.

“He’s a boy.”

Royal rolled his eyes. “I know that. But what is he to you?”

“I like him.” That’s where Royal had to blink back tears as he nodded a little.

Of course, the kisses had never meant anything to him, and he should have known when Isaiah woke up hungover and called him Jamie. But, still, he thought there might have been a chance for him to slip in. Considering he had known Isaiah for over six months and had never even met Jamie, but s**t, maybe there was no way for him to squeeze himself into Isaiah’s heart; maybe that just wouldn’t be. Perhaps the nights where they got high and watched the stars in the back garden had been nothing significant to Isaiah, while they had meant everything to Royal, and he wasn’t sure how he was told to process it.

“Royal?”

He cleared his throat as he looked back down at the ring. “Yeah?”

“Are you okay? You didn’t think this was more than friends with benefits, right?”

Royal had to force a laugh. “Don’t be silly. I knew this was nothing more than that. And it’s not even that. We don’t even fuck.”

“Exactly.”

Royal nodded, wishing he was no longer high. He was being a fool; he knew this, but it didn’t change the fact that he had feelings for Isaiah, and Royal had believed, somewhere deep down, that Isaiah had felt the same way. That wasn’t the case, and now he would have to get over him. There was no way this would progress any further, and if Royal believed it would, well, he would have been the only one to end up in pain.

Royal stood up, swaying a little, and a small laugh escaped his mouth.

“Royal?” Isaiah groaned. “Where are you going?”

“I want food; I have the munchies.”

And while he did have the munchies, he just wanted a place to process his emotions without Isaiah.

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