The closed curtains

Chapter 11

"Where do you think that you are going?" I teasingly asked Wille as I pulled him back into the sofa when he attempted to leave. We giggled as I wrestled him back down.

"I was just getting my phone," he replied. "But I guess that I am trapped now?" I looked at him and then I dug my face into his chest.

"Yeah. I am now holding you hostage on the sofa," I replied. I felt the vibrations from his laugh under me. I wanted him to be there with me. I wanted all of his attention, and I knew that I would not have that if he had his phone. It distracted him. It made him sad most of the time. People wrote mean things about me. I knew they did. Unlike Wille, I did not spend my time on the haters. I did not read anything about myself on social media. It was not worth my time or energy. I wished that Wille could just ignore it too.

"If you say so," Wille said and adjusted his body so that he was comfortable under me. I rubbed my nose against his. Kissed his lips gently. He kissed me back hungrily. We smiled into the kisses. Thankfully Sara was out and mom was at work. It was only Wille's security that potentially had to live with us acting lovesick.

"I want you here with me," I said. I laid down my head on his chest. Held my arms around his torso. "And you disappear into that phone, Wille. Don't let it consume you. They don't know us or our relationship, so it is best to just ignore what they are saying online."

"They are saying that you are cheating on me with Ayoub," Wille replied. "And people are racist and homophobic. It makes me mad when they say shit like that about you. Does it not bother you?" I sighed. Of course I had read some of the shit people were saying online, but I had decided that I would not read it anymore. I did not have to take social media's bullshit. I did not have to take haters hating me because I was latino, they claimed I was a gold digger or just because I was male. I knew myself and I knew Wille. I knew what kind of relationship we had.

"Honey, those rumours are ridiculous. Both you and I know that I am not sleeping with Ayoub behind your back, right?" I replied. That made Wille chuckle. Sometimes things got into his head, preventing him from seeing things clearly.

"Yes. I know that. But it is not fun to read that shit," he replied.

"So don't read it then," I said. "Don't seek out your own misery. That is just stupid, and I don't take you for a fool." I hoped he would stop seeking out hate. He deserved to be happy, and hate made him more anxious. It made him sad. And it made my heart break seeing him upset like that.

"I am a fool for you though," Wille replied flirtingly. I felt him kiss me on the top of my head. I looked up at him. We both smiled.

"I might have noticed that," I said. My fingers ran over his body. My lips found his. I felt that happiness filling my chest. That lovely feeling that made life feel a bit surreal. Wille was the only one who made me feel like that. I hoped that feeling would never disappear, because I was addicted to it. To him. His sweet laugh. His lovely scent. The safety I felt when I was in his arms. The love. "I love you so much." I had to tell him that. I knew I had told him probably a hundred times before. But that was not enough. It would never be enough. It was words I knew were unlikely to wear out. At least between the two of us.

"I love you too," Wille replied. When Sara opened the front door, we relocated to the bedroom. We did not want to get on her nerves more than we already had with our public display of affection. I knew she really adored Wille, but she felt awkward finding us making out everywhere around the house. Somehow I could understand that.

Author's note

I am back! My computer died and I have been busy searching for a job. I hope you like this chapter.

-A.A.