Hurts part 2

Chapter 1

Adrian pov

It was the last Sunday before the school would start after the summer break, I spend a lot of time with Marlon, helped him moving back to his parents house, they were really nice and accepting, they didn't know what happened between us or in school so they were shocked at first, but now everything was fine.

I woke up with his curls in my face, I hugged him from behind holding his hand, feeling his bare chest on mine, I pulled him closer, kissing his cheek, he turned around and smiled, his eyes still closed.

"Morning, babe."

"Morning, curls. What should we do on our last free day?"

"Don't remind me. But I want to cuddle and kiss you and hug you.", he bent over me.

"We could go out tonight?"

"Sure, I know a cosy little restaurant."

"Okay, let's say at 8?"

"Deal."

"Breakfast is ready!", my mom called us.

"Morning, mom.", we entered the kitchen.

"Morning, Mrs."

"Call me Jane, you almost spend the entire summer here.", she smiled.

"Okay, Mrs..erm Jane.", he nervously smiled.

After breakfast we went back to my room, watching TV and cuddling before he went home to get dressed.

"Okay, see you in two hours.", he said getting in his car.

"What should I wear?"

"Just a nice shirt and pants."

"Okay, see ya."

"Bye."

I went back in and took a shower, I put on some black jeans and a white shirt and did my hair.

I sat in the living room waiting for him, and when the door rang, I thought someone would hit me in the face. Marlon standing there in a black suit with a white shirt, his curls perfectly in place, a rose in his hand and a hint of cologne.

"You're ready?", he asked.

"I thought.....I....should just wear.....something nice, not like I would meet the queen.", I stuttered staring at him.

"That is something nice, I wouldn't wear that to meet the queen!", he said slightly upset with a high voice.

"Wait, I put on another shirt, this one is rubbish compared to yours."

"Okay.", he waited downstairs.

We went to the nice little restaurant, it was small and romantic, we ordered our food and talked for a while.

Soon he stared behind me before looking down, hiding his face behind his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know how but these douchebags are here.", he whispered.

"What?!"

"So, you're still dating that faggot?", they started.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing, just see what our ex-friend is up to."

"Your ex-friend is still gay and still dating this bloke here."

"Good for you.", they left again.

"What the f*ck was that?"

"No idea. Can't wait to see them tomorrow again.", he rolled his eyes.

We finished our dish and went back to the car, holding hands kissing, on our way home I placed my hand on his thigh, biting his lip. He parked on a small empty parking lot near a hill.

"You want to make your poem come to life?", I teased.

"What? I....oh! Erm..maybe?", he stuttered.

"Still a bad boy, huh?"

"Maybe.", he smiled.

"Backseat?"

"We don't need backseats where we're going.", he pulled the lever of his seat and made it go all the way down.

"Back to the future?"

"More like straight into the future.", he pulled me on his lap.

I started kissing him as I noticed some flashlights, coming closer.

"Hey fag!"

"I can't believe it! They are everywhere.", he rolled down the window.

"F*ck off!"

"Why? Aren't we allowed here?"

"Goddammit! Go away!"

"Why so you can f*ck him?"

"One more word and I...!", I had to pull him back, so he wouldn't climb out of the window.

"It's not worth it.", he looked at me and rolled the window back up, brought the seat back and started driving.

"School will be fun tomorrow."

"Can't wait."