- Michael's POV -
I decided to make him breakfast. I've never done that for anyone before. Wow, I must really love him.
We cuddled all night last night. It was wonderful. He's so adorable when he's sleeping.
But he's still not mine yet. Now that I know that he's gay I know that I have a chance. I stayed the night again. But I didn't sleep.
I searched the whole house for crayons and paper. I've been told that I'm a great artist, so I'm going to draw his favorite animal. I'm figuring that its a penguin considering the penguin stuffed animal he holds while we're cuddling.
Thank god his mother used to do scrapbooking so I found fluffy string and a hole puncher.
I drew six very detailed penguin drawings and wrote "Be mine? I love you." In rainbow colors.
I strung the pictures up, three penguins on both sides of the writing.
It was 6:00 a.m. Two hours before school. I shook Luke and he stretched, making the sexiest groan.
"Goodmor-" he said looking up in astonishment. He looked like he was about to cry. I'm not sure if he was happy or sad..
"Luke? What's wrong?"
"No one has ever, ever done this.." He was choked up.
"So?.."
I felt like I was being pushy. But I didn't care. He needed to be mine. He kissed me. It was so passionate I felt fireworks. Fireworks. Never, ever have I felt that when I kissed someone.
"Of course I will." He smiled. He looked so happy he was almost glowing.
