𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕟

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕚𝕩 | ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴ

As the sun set, the Millers packed up and headed back to their car.

Owen helped Mrs. Miller into the front seat while Julian secured the wheelchair in the back. He heard Owen close the passenger door, start the car, and approach Julian from behind.

Owen looked uncertain, and Julian found himself wishing he could make him stay. He already missed him.

"Julian, look... What happened back at the barn-"

"I was about to very gladly take your virginity on the dirt floor of that creepy barn, Owen," Julian interrupted, his tone deadpan.

Owen burst into laughter, doubling over for a moment before playfully shoving Julian's shoulder. Julian grinned.

"Yeah, okay..." Owen said, still skeptical.

"I'm serious," Julian said, maintaining a small smile as he looked at Owen, who was now blushing and nervously biting his bottom lip.

Julian suddenly cupped Owen's face with his hands and gave him a sweet, quick kiss, realizing afterward that he had forgotten something.

"Shit, hold on a sec," Julian said, running back into the cabin.

"Julian!"

Julian laughed, enjoying the way Owen said his name when he was annoyed. He grabbed what he needed and hurried back to Owen behind the car.

"Here." He shoved his faded red high school hoodie into Owen's chest.

"What?"

"I saw you leave this behind on my bed. I don't know why the hell you did that. It was meant for you. Take it."

"Julian... Are we... Are we...?" Owen hesitated.

Julian stepped closer and kissed him again, running his fingers through Owen's hair before pulling back and putting the hoodie over Owen's head.

Owen laughed, slipping his arms through the sleeves and pulling it down. The hoodie fit him perfectly—it was almost like it was made for him. He looked great in it. He looked great in anything.

"Does this mean I can text you more than three times a day now?"

Julian laughed and pulled Owen into a goodbye hug. "Yeah, dude." He kissed the side of Owen's head. "Just, uh, don't text me a million times a day..."

"...I probably will. I'm sorry in advance," Owen admitted honestly. Julian laughed again.

"Hey... Are we..." Julian felt Owen's long, thin fingers nervously grip the loose fabric of the hoodie. "Are we both dating now? I mean, are we dating each other?" Owen clarified.

"Yeah. If you want... I do. Do you?"

Julian felt Owen relax in his arms, as if he had been bracing himself for something. Owen's breath tickled Julian's neck. "Yeah. I do want to. You're by far the hottest neighbor I've ever had."

Julian laughed and felt Owen smile against his neck, giving him goosebumps. "Shut up, dude."

"Well, now I'm being serious, Julian Moore from next door. The first time I saw you walk out of your house looking like a complete mess to get the mail, I think I instantly had a crush on you. You looked like such a wreck. I loved it."

Julian laughed again and squeezed him tightly, kissing the side of Owen's head one last time before letting him go.

"Let me know when you guys get home."

"Okay."

Julian almost lost himself in Owen's eyes until he felt Owen's fingers at the waistband of his pants.