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Boyfriends

I look out of Eli's bedroom window and see that it's already dark out. "What time is it?" I ask hoping it's not too late even though it is Friday night and I'm sure Aaron and Bailey wouldn't mind too much if I came home a little later. "It's 9:25, do you need to be home by a certain time?"

"No, I just saw that it was already dark outside and I just wanted to make sure it wasn't too late." He nods understandingly. "Do you have strict parents?" That question hits me in the chest like a pile of bricks, I haven't talked much about my parents since their funeral and I just avoid talking about it because it hurts too much. "I don't live with my parents, and I don't really wanna talk about it," I say trying to hold back tears. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." I turn away as I wipe my eyes from the tears that are welling up in my eyes. "Let's just get back to the project okay?" I say wanting to get my mind off of my parents. We silently go back to working on the project.

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My phone starts ringing from my jacket pocket laying on top of Eli's dresser. I walk over and pull my phone out of the jacket to see that Aaron is calling me. I pick up the phone and before I can even say 'hello' Aaron screams "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? DO YOU KNOW HOW LATE IT IS SAGE?" through the phone. I pull the phone away from me to see that it is 12:02 am. Holy fuck he is going to kill me. "I'm so sorry, I'll start heading home right now. I lost track of time working on my science project with my lab partner." I say hoping that being truthful will get me out of some of the trouble I'll be in when I get home. "DON'T TELL ME THAT BULLSHIT SAGE, I KNOW WHAT KIDS YOUR AGE DO THIS LATE AT NIGHT. IF YOU WANT TO BE OUT LATE PARTYING DON'T BOTHER COMING HOME TONIGHT. YOU CAN STAY OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS ALL NIGHT."

"I'm sorry but I'm telling the tr-." Before I could even finish my sentence Aaron hung up the phone. I look down at my phone in shock, he's never spoken to me like this before and it's not like he gave me a curfew. I understand that it's late but he should allow me to come home for making a simple mistake. I put my phone into the pocket of the black shorts I'm wearing and look over at the bed to see Elijah staring at me. "Did you hear that?" I asked extremely embarrassed. He nods in response, "You're welcome to sleep over here tonight, if you want to or I can walk you home and talk to your.." He trails off not knowing who I live with. "Aaron, he's my godparent."

"Yeah, I can talk to your goddad. I don't know if that's the right term." He says awkwardly. "I honestly wouldn't know what would do more harm."

"I'm guessing you've never stayed out this late before."

"I have, but never with Aaron or Bailey. I didn't know they would be so upset about it and I didn't expect them to tell me not to come home."

"I'm assuming Bailey is your godmother right?" I nod in response. "Can I ask you a personal question, you don't have to answer it if you don't want to?" I gesture for him to continue. "I could tell from your reaction earlier when I asked about your parents that it's a sensitive subject. But now that I know you live with your godparents, I assume that something happened to your parents." I nod solemnly hoping he's not going to ask me what happened to them. "You haven't lived with them long have you?" He asks politely. "No, I've only lived with them for about a week," I say sadly. Elijah has a look of complete shock on his face. "You don't need to pity me or say you're sorry for my loss, I'd just prefer not to talk about my parents too much."

"That's understandable we don't have to talk about it anymore. But what do you wanna do since your godparents told you not to come home?" I sit down on the floor next to the dresser and pull my knees close to my chest. "I don't know," I mumble into my knees. I still have my bandages on and he doesn't know that I'm a girl. I'm sure he'd understand that I'd want to sleep in a different room than him but at the same time, I don't want to because of my major crush on him. I'm so conflicted as to what I should do. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asks now sitting next to me on the floor. I just nod my head not knowing what to say. I can't tell him anything I'm thinking. "Well, how about I tell you a secret and then you can tell me what's wrong?" He says sympathetically and with a little cheekiness in his voice. I look up from my knees and look at him. He takes a deep breath then leans over and whispers in my ear "I think that you're really cute and I fancy you." My eyes immediately widen and I'm lost for words. Do I tell him I like him back? If I do how would I be able to keep my secret from him? I wouldn't want to keep my secret from him because what if he no longer likes me once he finds out I'm a girl or if he stops liking me because I lied? "I'm sorry, forget I said anything." He says bringing me out of my train of thought and starts to get up. I grab his arm stopping him from fully getting up causing him to roughly sit back down. " I like you too..."

"But your godparents wouldn't approve." He says looking defeated. "I don't care what they think, it's something else." Should I just tell him now? What if he doesn't understand? Fuck I hate being in this situation. Fuck it, I like him and he likes me back I should just be honest. I take a deep breath and turn my whole body towards him. I look directly into his eyes and I don't think I can tell him. He suddenly leans in and starts kissing me. His lips feel so soft against mine and I lay my hands on his biceps and fuck they're so muscular. He started to put his tongue in my mouth and I let him, leaning back against the side of the dresser letting him take full control. I suddenly feel his hands under my thighs and he picks me up. He pulls away from my lips and lightly throws me onto his bed. He takes his shirt off quickly crawls between my legs and begins kissing me again. I feel one of his hands trail down my stomach to the end of my shirt and feel him tugging it up. I put my hands on his chest and lightly pushed him away. He stops kissing me, lets go of my shirt, and leans back. "I'm sorry, I should've asked you first."

"It's okay, can we take it slow?" I ask sheepishly. "Yeah, definitely." He smiles brightly at me. We ended up sitting on his bed and talking all night. Of course, he forgot to put his shirt back on after taking it off so I got to admire his incredible body and hear his sexy accent all night. It took all my willpower not to climb on top of him and make out with him again. I'm not sure how to tell him my secret and I don't know if he'll even accept me after I tell him. But I guess I have a boyfriend now.