Him and His (BoyxBoy)

What A Friend I Have In John.

[ROCKY P.O.V.]What a friend she was. The cause of these tears was my friend an hour ago. She was laughing with me, or was it at me? Ryan and Erica sat together but never turned around to talk to me. Maybe they knew. Nobody was supposed to know. I began to slowly cry quietly into my jacket. It smelled of John. The reason I got up every mornign was him. The reason I would go to school everyday was him. The reason I'm alive was him. It was always Him and I was His. John always understood me. I always understood him. We had each other and that's all we needed. The bus pulled up outside our house. I unlocked the door slammed it and kissed John, and he kissed me back. I dragged him upstairs and pulled a suitcase from my cupboard. 

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Protecting you from those jocks," I said, quickly. "They'll tear you apart if they even knew we stayed in the same house. You'll have to go back home."

He shook his head and headed toward the bathroom for a shower. That gave me about ten minutes to pack his bags and let his parents know. With his bags packed and a few minutes to spare. I called his house number. His mum picked up.

"Hi, is this Rocky?"

"Um- Hi Mrs Quinn," I said quietly.

"What are you doing out of school at this hour?" she said in her high-pitched motherly voice.

Do I tell her the truth or do I make some far-out excuse?

"There was an emergency; I had to get away from that place," I spoke fast. It was vague, but it was true.

"Oh, is John there, sweetie," 

"He's in the shower just now. I was wondering whether he could come home later,"

There was a long pause.

"He's always welcome home, his fathers gone away again and won't be back for a few days," 

I took a long pause. I took a very long pause.

"Erm- I-I'll tell him." I stuttered. I paused.

"Will you be coming with him?" She asked, sweetly.

"Erm- Maybe not," I started to speak really fast as I heard the water cut off. "I need to go now, bye!"

I quickly stuffed my phone in my pocket and my knight in shining armour, or at least a white towel around his waist. I felt the urge to just have my arms around him. I ran across the room and done so. Feeling his rock hard abs against my flat stomach. Everything about him right now felt so perfect. He began pushing me towards my bed. When I couldn't move another inch he pushed his lips against mine. I fell onto my bed and he fell on top of me. 

"EW!" I heard a shrill scream. 

Kirsty had walked in at a very awkward moment. I looked beyond the hazel eyes at my sister. She had a boy hanging on her shoulder. He had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. His long, black hair covered half of his right eye. A leather jacket was lying open, showing a top with red writing on it.

"It's not what it looks like," I yelled. "I promise."

John lifted himself off of me and tightened his towel. His face turned the shade of white I had only seen in vampire movies.

"Anyway, Mum and Dad are going to be home soon," she said, in a bossy tone. "We're about to watch some movies in the living room, so stay out."

My mouth tried to form words, but I was already worrying about John.

"Who's we?" The words eventually shot from my mouth.

"Well, me and this guy," she said, unable to remember the mysterious boys name.

"Collin." he said with a smirk on his face. "and you are?"

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A/N: SO... I've had the whole text thing in my head for a while, and the idea for Kirsty having a "friend" with connections to John... What next???