Camp Closeted novel Chapter 10

"This was completely unintentional Mike I'm really sorry." Dallas apologized for the 100th time as we walked towards the restroom.

"Micah." I let out.

"What?" He glanced at me.

"It's Micah not Mike." I spoke out, wanting to throw up at the feeling of this food drying on my hair and skin.

"Oh sorry. I've only heard your name from other people saying it, not actually coming from you so I apologize." He anxiously coughed, his attention not leaving me.

"You apologize a lot." I tried to smile.

"Sorry." He quickly closed his eyes and smiled, catching himself apologize again. "I'm just so used to it." He said, making me slightly confused.

"What do you mean you're used to it?" I asked, watching the restroom get closer in distance.

"Well it seems like I can never do anything right. Just ask Posh. I've let him down on his orders so many times and I hate myself for it. If you really love someone you won't let them down and I keep letting him down." He ranted, visibly frustrated in himself.

"Dallas, you're his boyfriend, not his peasant. You need to stop apologizing for such small things, like carrying his bag wrong or something." We finally entered the restroom, hearing my wet footsteps echo through the stalls.

Dallas remained quiet as he got a hand full of napkins and quickly dampened them, moving closer towards me after.

"Don't move." His light hazel eyes scanned over me as his hand gently wiped the food off my face. "Damn, I really wanted to eat this lasagna too."

I couldn't help but softly laugh as I replied. "Instead you turned me into a lasagna monster." He chuckled.

For some reason it got quiet. Our eyes met as he continued to wipe off the food. As our gaze continued to grow deeper, his hand movements progressively got slower, his attention shifting towards me.

I felt warmth radiate off of Dallas as I watched his bright hazel eyes watch me. "Uh, Micah your nose is bleeding." He anxiously muttered.

"Fuck my life." I rolled my eyes as I rapidly turned towards the mirror. "I-I can handle from here." I broke the pause, his eyes shifting away.

"Yea, of course." He bit his lip as he moved away, wiping his hand on his shirt. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Y-yea it's nothing." I quickly responded.

The restroom fell silent once again, a sound beginning to ring around our ears. It sounded like someone was listening to music in one of the stalls. "Don't mind it." Dallas waved. "It's just Sascha. He eats in here by himself."

I threw him a confused look, making him continue talking as I kept wiping myself. "Sascha eats by himself because no one really talks to him. They find him kinda weird. I personally don't think he's weird, I just never got the chance to talk to him." I threw him a small nod, eyeing the stall where the music came from.

After changing to a set of new clothes I noticed that Logan and Benny were still in the cafeteria, another person sitting with them.

"Welcome back pasta boy." Logan teases as I walked back towards them with a shy facial expression.

"Oh god." I rolled my eyes. "Is that what people call me now?" I sat down, their eyes noticing the clothes I changed into.

"No, only me." Logan devilishly smirked as I playfully threw him a dirty look. "You're lucky people here have a very short attention span. They're always looking for the next big thing to talk about. They probably forgot about the whole situation already."