~Chad~
I slowly made my way to the couch, dragging my feet with my head down. I was going to have to tell him, I wasn't even ready to. I wanted to tell him today, but not yet. The plan I had, well it required going to the beach with lunch and me kissing him. Then hopefully he wouldn't push me and punch me in the face. I mean, he was at least bi. It could be possible he wanted me. Either way, we could at least fuck. At the very least. The beach I was going to take him to wasn't a popular one, but that was good. No one would see us there. Not even anyone from school, it was basically deserted. This beach was really nice though, I don't know how no one had found out about it yet. It was truly beautiful.
I plopped myself on the couch, laying out fully. There wasn't much that could make me move, I only wanted him to be with me. Right here, in my arms. That was all I could think of, his skin against mine. To just reassure myself, making sure he liked me or not. I needed to know, but how? I couldn't force anything out of him. It was up to him to say who he wanted to be with. No one else had a say in it, but whoever he wanted to be with was fine by me. I want him to be happy, I'd rather him be happy with someone else than be unhappy with me. Love works that way, if it doesn't, then it's not love.
I heard footsteps. Damien's footsteps, he was coming down the stairs. They were soft sounds, but you could definitly hear them. He was off the steps, I pretended to be asleep. I wanted to see what he would do. He was walking happily, I could tell because the steps sounded as if he was almost dancing. I felt him fall on me, I smiled and opened my eyes.
"Well hey there Damien. Sleep well?" I asked, hoping he would say he did.
"I haven't slept this well in a long time. Could I catch a shower? Oh, and borrow some of your clothes? I don't have any with me. Please?" He started rubbing my arms quickly, making them really hot.
"Of course you can. I don't mind. Just come get me when you're done your shower and I'll get you clothes." Of course I wanted to see him naked, but it wasn't even right when we hadn't even been dating. At the same time, I didn't even care. I wanted all of him.
"Sounds great. Now carry me there, I'm too lazy to use my legs."
"Whatever you say." I grabbed his legs, pulling them up to my hips. He wrapped his arms around my neck, and I stepped off the couch slowly. I didn't want to drop him. I lifted him up some, just to make sure I wouldn't drop him. My legs worked before my mind did, I was near the stairs already. Then I walked up the stairs, turned right to the bathrom, set him down and walked out. Something pinched my ass as I walked out, but the pain went away quick. Was there a fucking bug in here or something?
~Damien~
I managed to get Chad to carry me up the stairs and to his bathroom. Thank god, because then I got to pinch his ass when he walked out. He didn't even suspect a thing, I shut the door right after. Damn, I'm good. His ass is good too. I wouldn't mind seeing that ass for real. Same for the front side of him.
I got my towel, well his really, but mine to use. I turned on the hot water and got undressed. Setting my towel down, I got into the shower. There wasn't a reason to rush, so I just stood there. Letting the water run over me, I looked to see what he had to use. I just grabbed some of the Axe body wash and started scrubbing the dirt off. I was really careful around my bruises and scars, but I still had to blankly scream in pain. No sound came out, but I really needed to at least do something to keep from screaming. I clenched my jaw, let out little mini screams, anything. I wasn't going to scream though, not really scream.
I somehow got through the worst part, but now I had my hair. It wouldn't hurt as bad, thank god. I got some of the Axe shampoo he had and used it. I was lucky enough for it to be shampoo and conditioner. My hair needed some major untangling, that was obvious. I scratched at my head, trying to get my hair untangled and clean. It worked when I rinsed it out.
I shut off the water, got my towel, and wrapped it around my body. I practically danced out of the bathroom, I always did when I was happy. Instead of walking, I basically danced. It was cute, or that's what people told me. I walked down the stairs, Chad was in the kitchen. He was making breakfast. I hoped what he made was enough for 12 because I was starving.
"Whatcha makin Chaddy boy?" I asked cockily.
"Oh yanno, food." He turned around and winked at me. His shirt went somewhere, no idea where, but as long as it was off I was happy.
I walked over to the stove, he had a plate piled with bacon. He was reallly making food for 12! Damn, he's good. My hands went for a piece, but they were piping hot. I pulled back instantly, fanning them off and repeaditly saying ow.
He grabbed my hand, dropping his spatula on the counter. His lips touched the burning spot softly, holding there for a moment. This man was amazing. I wanted him, I needed him. All of him.
YOU ARE READING
The Wrong Type of High School Love.
Teen FictionAs if high school isn't hard enough, but what makes it worse is finding out who you are. What can get worse than that? There's a crazy bitch out to ruin every relationship you're in. The next thing? You full in love with a guy and you are a guy. Wel...