Crumbling Down

New Beginnings

As I come back into consciousness I feel a weight upon my chest, when I glance down I see a head of blue and black hair. Flushing at the realization that Luka is sleeping upon my chest. Quickly I realize that I cannot get up, lest I wake him. He looks beautiful, his face is relaxed and one can see all the contours of his face, that of which make him unique. My hands rest at the small of his back, flushing some more I debate as to whether or not I should wake him. Surely he wouldn't mind? Though I've heard some of my classmates complain about when they've been woken. then again all the media portrays is that being woken by someone you fancy is quite nice, I guess ill have to take a gamble and find out for myself. Now all I have to do is figure out how to go about waking him, shaking him probably wouldn't be too nice, a kiss? Probably not, as we haven't figured out what 'this' is exactly, plus he's asleep, he ant consent to anything. In some shows, I've seen people whisper niceties to each other, maybe that? I think he'd like that, maybe shake him gently just to make sure. 

"Luka?" I whisper gently rocking his shoulder.

"Good morning, um," I pause, thinking on what to say next as I'm a little out of my element, "bluebell?" I eventually decide on. 

I run my hand through his soft hair, telling him how much I value him. Eventually, he stirs, crystal blue eyes gazing into my own I feel as though I could get lost within them. Our eyes locked and soon he flushes turning away, probably in realizing the position we're in.

"So, would you like to talk about last night?" I say tentatively.

"Well good morning to you too, and yes, I'd like that," he responds quietly, seeming like his words were for me and me alone. Which they were just we're alone he could've said them aloud but he didn't and it makes my heart soar that he'd want to keep the intimate atmosphere. Just us, no one else. 

"So... I like you and you like me." 

"yes, I believe we've established that," I say, my lips twisting into a coy smile.

He smiles back before continuing, "I've no idea if I'm overstepping, but would you want to go on a date with me? Maybe eventually become boyfriends?" 

"You're not. I'd love to go on a date with you, and I'd quite like to be your boyfriend." 

"... So when would you like? We've still got a few weeks here to sort some things out and no one has to know while we do so, and just so you know, I'm Bisexual; I've known for a while. Haven't told my mother and sister yet." 

I've no idea why but a breath I didn't know ide been holding escapes my lips. Quickly gathering my thoughts I reply, "I get that, I'm gay, also known for a while, sadly I doubt I'll ever be able to come out to my father. He's quite homophobic behind closed doors."

Luka just gives a shallow nod answering by wrapping his arms around me and whispering, "We can keep this a secret for as long as you'd like, for I feel that your safety would be at risk. And I like you a lot, I don't want to lose this just yet, if ever."  

"Thank you, and honestly there's a good chance you're right. My father has always been cold but since my mother's disappearance, it's only become worse. 

"It's no problem, am I right to assume that if we ever go public the whole of France will know within hours? And that I'll more than likely end up with some of your more reproachful fans upon my figurative doorstep?"

"Yeah, my fans can get a little crazy," he throws me a pointed look.

"Okay, okay, a lot crazy. Happy?" I relent.

"Plenty," he smirks.

Lifting himself off of me he places a gentle kiss on my lips before rolling off and heading towards the door throwing a question I've yet to comprehend the meaning of before he's out of eyesight. Immediately I feel the effects of him getting up the cool air rushes over me, causing me to break out into goosebumps.