My Love//JJ MAYBANK

Thighs

We make it to my house around 1am.

We walk upstairs to my bathroom and he sits me on the bathroom sink. He leaves the room to get the first aid kit from my room then comes back.

"How are you feeling love?" He asks gently.

"Meh. I'm fine." I admit. "Dont know what I would've done without my night and shining armor though" I joke.

"Nah that was all you princess." He replies.

I laugh almost instantly. After he catches on about three seconds later he laughs too, shaking his head.

"That was a good one" I say with my hands on his shoulders and his on my upper thighs still laughing.

He just stares at me while he laughs and I stare back.

I reach foward and run my fingers along his dimples, in his cheeks, by his eyes, and his mouth. All while smiling softly.

"I really love your dimples" I say softly.

"Really? They're not my favorite." He says.

My face drops but not in anger.
"Are you insecure about your face?"

"I domt know. Kinda I guess. Like yes but no at the same time because it isn't something I notice while I'm doing it, but I know its there and I don't really like it." He says quietly.

"Awwe. Baby, domt think that. I fucking love your dimples. That's what makes your appearance you. Plus your abs, and arms, and back and legs. God you legs. I love your legs! Amd your hair, face, neck, hands. You got a great ass. I love eveything about you. I know others appreciate the sight when you're out walking the street in your muscle shirts and cargo pants. Whoo! but when you're fixing your car or boat in nothing but your shorts. Come on man. Nothing can beat that, nothing. Actually thats a lie. Surfing can not be beat. Baby you are perfect in every way even if you feel you aren't. Now I know I shouldn't say this because I have insecurities too but im going to anyways.. dont let anything someone says or does put you down, dont put yourself down because you have a drunk and abusive dad, dont do it because someone did something to make you feel bad. Just don't do it. Okay? I love you for you. Nothing will change that." I sooth whole-heartedly, with my forehead on his.

"Thank you princess" he whispers and sniffles, then kisses my forehead. "I love you too."

I look up and see a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Why are you crying baby?" I ask.

"Did you know that no one has ever cared for me the way you do? They've never reassured me, helped my emotionally or even just really asked me if I'm okay internally, except for you. You have been here for me since we were babies, when our moms left when we were six, you were there for me. Not my father, the one person who should've been. Or when we met John B in grade three and I almost beat him up because he ran into you, but you stopped me from attacking him. The first time my dad beat me up after my mom left, and everytime after that. I can go on and on and on but I think you get the point. You were here for me when I needed you the most. Hell you still are! You beat up some boy tonight because he was talking shit about me and the pogues. You're not afraid of shit and you dont take shit and anyone who has ever met you should know that automatically. You are my best friend in the whole world and I love you so, so fucking much. I dont know what I would've done with my life if I didn't have you as a rock to hold me down my whole life. To keep me sane. You always find a way to cheer me up when I'm pissed off, angry, anxious, scared or sad no matter how much I try to push you away because I dont like you seeing me like that. I love you Vee and I never want to lose the only good thing in my life. I know I have the pogues, but at the same time I dont. They think of me as this stupid blond boy with anger issues and a bad dad when all I try to do is protect them because they deserve a good life. They all have or had an amazing life and they domt deserve shit." He says trying his hardest to hold in his tears but not succeeding too much.