Mr. Perfect {Mewgulf}

Graduation

No one's P.O.V

"God dammit... I look so weird!" Gulf groaned, turning around and checking himself out in the mirror. "No you don't baby... You look perfect. Don't worry, You'll do great." Gulf looked at Mew and pouted. "You don't know that..." Mew chuckled and turned Gulf around in his grip. "Trust me baby, I'll be there supporting you." Gulf rolled his eyes. "You have to be there anyways. You're a fucking teacher." Mew raised an eyebrow and smacked Gulf's ass. "Language." 

Gulf blushed and his his face in Mew's shoulder so Mew didn't see. "S-Stop it... My ass still hurts from last night..." Mew chuckled and looked in the direction of the bed, which still had the handcuffs attached to the headboard. "Sorry baby, I didn't mean to go that hard." Gulf looked up and pouted. "I didn't say I didn't like it... I just said my ass still hurts." Mew chuckled and kissed Gulf's nose, something he knew Gulf liked... A cute show of affection.

"Come on baby, we're gonna be late if we don't hurry." Mew said, pulling Gulf out the door and driving to the school. "Are you sure I'm gonna do ok? I mean... You know I'm not good with crowds..." Mew nodded. "Just keep your eyes on me. You'll be ok." Gulf nodded and took a deep breath, thinking through everything that was about to happen.

When they got to the school, there were already people standing outside, students going one direction and some teachers standing by the door. "Ok baby, you go ahead. I'll see you inside." Gulf nodded and got out of the car, walking up to his friends who were standing there waiting for him. "Thank goodness, I thought you were gonna be late!" Pufai said dramatically, hugging him. Gulf rolled his eyes. "As if I would be late to graduation..."

That's right... It had bee 2 years since he met Mew... At the beginning of Sophomore year, till now, the day he was graduating, Mew had been by his side. Through thick and thin, Mew had helped him get through all sorts of hardships, the dealing with his dad, his trauma, and everything else life decided to throw at him. 

"So, are you excited?" Mild asked, looking at Gulf in excitement. "I mean, yeah, I guess. I'm just nervous, you know?" Pufai nodded. "Me too... I guess I would be too, especially since your boyfriend is gonna be standing next to you." Gulf blushed. "Why are you still shy? You've been dating for what... 2 years now? Or around that I guess." Gulf nodded. "Yeah, about 2 years now. Man, we've been through hell..."

Mix chuckled, walking up to Gulf and Mild with his mom. 

Yep, that's another thing that happened. Mix... His mom had finally accepted him. Throwing away her hurtful words and putting her son before anything else. He had moved back in with her after Gulf moved in with Mew. She had even accepted Mix and earth, who had began dating.

"Hey Gulf, how yah doing?" Mix smiled, wrapping his arm around Gulf's shoulder. "I'm doing good, just nervous, you?" Mix shrugged. "I'm good, I came here to watch you guys graduate." Gulf nodded and smiled. "Thanks bro. So, where's earth?" Mix looked around and shrugged. "He told me he would be a bit late. So I dunno." Mix jumped when Earth suddenly appeared, wrapping his arms around Mix's waist and hugging him from behind. "Well hello to you too." Mix laughed when Earth kissed his cheek.

"Alright, enough PDA." Mix's mom laughed, Not actually angry about it, but still adjusting to it. "Sorry." Earth said, blushing when he noticed Mix's mom. "Ok, well I'll let you guys go. Don't worry, we'll get front row seats." Mix said, smiling. "Ok, cheer me on." Earth said, chuckling. 

Everyone began walking into the auditorium, some people going into the crowd of people sitting down and others lining up to get their diplomas.

Gulf looked around and smiled when he saw Mew looking at him. He gave him a thumbs up and nodded his head, cheering him on silently. Gulf slowly moved up the line as different people were called, receiving their diploma and saying something to the crowd before walking off the stage. Since he was the last one, it was the most nerve wracking, waiting for his name to be called.