I don't know what to do.
It's been a day since that photo, and I've never felt worse. The views on that post are building, and I don't want to leave this room. Neither does Issac, I figure, because he slept through his alarm.
We've changed positions. I'm not lying on my back, which Issac's head on my chest.
I stare at the ceiling while playing with his hair. Should I care this much? I mean, he doesn't. Yet again, he never had many friends.
I pull the sleeping boy closer to me. I press my lips against his forehead, and caress his cheek. He looks so peaceful while asleep.
"I love you."
He just hums slightly and buries his head back in my chest. I let out a small laugh, and pat his head.
I feel bad, but if we sleep in any longer, we'll be late.
Ya, this is a draft so- :))))
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Boy toy
RomansaNoah, a hot jock, has bullied Issac, a smart shy nerd, his whole life. Little do the surrounding people know, Issac is Noah's boy toy.
