Angel Eyes (COMPLETED)

Chapter 8 - Open your Heart

Wednesday - David's POV

"Dude. I can't believe you fucking cried at a horror movie!"

The movie was finally over and the two exited the cinema around 8:30pm, a reasonable time for David to be out at without suffering from his mother's wrath for being out too late. She wasn't a strict woman, not in the slightest. She just wanted her established rules to be respect and followed. No harm in that, right? David could stay out for as long as he wanted with his dear ol' boyfriend as long as he was back in time to get enough rest for school the next day. David wasn't really a tired person. 6 or 7 hours was enough for him to be active for the whole day.

"You can't make fun of me for that. They fucking killed Dewey. You can't kill Dewey!" Chris wasn't ashamed at shedding a tear when watching a movie. Not one bit. He bawled his eyes out at Train to Busan, and you better believe he'd do it again.

"Why didn't they kill the news reporter chick then? She didn't do much the entire movie."

"Don't you dare even think about killing Gale. They don't have the balls to kill off Monica."

"Monica?" David turned to look at Chris with confusion from his statement that earned him a head shake and a sigh of shame.

"Monica from Friends. Courtney Cox plays both of them."

"Ohhhhh, yeah. I've never seen friends."

"Neither have I but it's common knowledge, Div."

The two came to a stop at a crosswalk as cars passed by and waited for the traffic lights to turn red so they could cross the road. David took this as an opportunity to slink behind Chris and hug him from behind while covering his neck with kisses as his hands traveled around the boys body.

"Maybe you're just a big nerd that watches dumb shows."

"Maybe you're just too dumb to understand those dumb shows."

David chuckled against Chris' neck as he began to gently nibble on his ear until the traffic lights turned red and Chris immediately charged across the road, dragging David along with him as he waddled across the road, still holding onto Chris. While David was having his almost piggyback ride, he noticed a patch of white hair on the back of Chris' head. Out of curiosity, he rubbed the patch before gently tugging at the strands to determine if they were real or not.

"Ow! The fuck are you doing?" Chris shook David off of him and turned to face his lover while rubbing the back of his head to make the minor pain he felt go away.

"Do you dye your hair or something? There's this patch of white hair on the back of your head."

"What? No, that's dumb. It's just a streak of grey hair I inherited from my mum's side. It's purely genetic."

David raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms in skepticism at Chris' explanation. "Are you sure? I think you're secretly an old man trying to prey on young hot guys like me."

"How would I be the one preying on young hot guys when you came to me begging for sex? If anyone's being preyed on, it's me."

David uncrossed his arms and placed his hands on Chris' shoulders to turn him around and push him as they both started moving again. "I wasn't begging for sex. My intentions were to ask you out but that turned into me wanting to mess around with a guy to see if it was any fun. There's no harm in that!"

Chris laughed and brushed David's hands off of him so the two could walk side by side. Usually he would get a bus home after going to the movies since the walk home was quite the distance, but the two decided to walk home so they could savour more time together on their date and get to know eachother more.