Even in bad times. You love me.

Chapter 1

AARON POV

"FAGGOTS SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THE REAL WORLD ANYWAY!" I hear our camp leader, Jonathan, say. i looked at my hands after putting my head down. "After all the shit that went down, they still don't accept us." I mumble to my boyfriend Eric. "I don't get it, I really don't understand what it matters if I like same sex or not. Its the fucking apocalypse and people still hate gays." I complain. Eric looks down, "I-i know. Why is it still so hard? Just to be accepted as a human." He says. I lean closer to him and put my head on his shoulder. "I fucking love you." I smile lovingly at him. "I fucking love you more." he says back, looking at me. "You're adorable." he says. I sit up and cross my legs on the log we were sitting on and lean in to kiss him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he connected the gap between our lips. I moved my mouth so I could bite his bottom lip, he put his hands on my hips and pushed forward a little more toward me. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and explored. I pushed him back so he was laying down on the log, I pushed my hands up his shirt and rubbed his bear skin. Just then Eric pulled away, "What if Jonathan sees?" He asked breathless. I pout at him "But I love you and I want to make you mine." I say sweetly but stern. "Aaron, baby, I already am yours." He says to make me want him even more. He leans in quickly and pecks me on the lips. "Even in the worst time, you still love me." I say. I go in for another kiss when BAM I got punch in the side of the head. Jesus ow. I put my hand on the side of my face that Jonathan just hit. "What the fuck?!" Eric yells standing up. "You got a problem you little prick?" Jonathan says walking toward him. "YEAH I DO! YOU JUST PUNCHED MY BOYFRIEND FOR NO REASON!" Oh shit Eric is mad. "Fag, if you want to be like that you can't stay here it's a sin. This is my camp and Queers like you are not aloud!" Jonathan says punching Eric in the stomach. "NO!" I scream scrambling to get on my feet. "FAGS" Jonathan yells as he walks away. "Eric? Baby are you okay?" I whimper tears falling down my now bruised cheek. "Y-yeah I'm *cough* okay." He says holding his stomach. I lay next to him on the ground "We can't stay here anymore" I say looking into his eyes, "I know" he says. As he pecks my forehead. "We leave tomorrow take the knifes and guns tonight while they sleep." I say. "Whatever you say baby." He smiles weakly at me. I kiss his lips, "Everything will be okay"