(A.N. A little reminder that this story is fictional. The characters Nina and Angela, are loosely based on me and AngelCotton311 . Not all traits are real. Just putting that out there.)
He was attached on my neck. "Derek." I moan out. He smirks and takes the bedsheet off me that I apparently was wearing. Underneath I only had white briefs on. He kisses down my chest, nipping and sucking.
I moan, and he goes to my mouth. He soon denies me a kiss and my jawline gets them. His hands were on my hips, and soon rubbing up and down my sides and back. He pushes me onto a bed, and returns to attacking my neck. I moan. His hands soon rested on my butt. They slipped under the waistband, and started to pull them down.
I wake up to the doctor shaking me awake. I groan, and give him a death glare.
"Jasper you were crying out, we thought you were having a bad dream, again." He says, and all the nurses in the room nodded. I was blushing so bad.
"No I wasn't having a bad dream, I was um... uh, sleep talking." I mumble. They leave and I rub my hands down my face. It had been three days, so I get to go home. Derek was coming to pick me up at noon, and it was nine. My tummy rumbles and I look at the door. As if on cue, Nina walks through the door carrying food and street clothes.
"Had a good dream?" She asks, smirking. "Yeah, oh you mean, um yeah, was it that obvious?" I stutter, turning as red as a tomato.
"No, but I saw your friend downstairs saying hello. The doctors didn't." She says setting the clothes on a chair. I blush even more when I realize what she meant.
"The doctors ruined it. It was getting good, too." I whine trying to make her smile. She has had a rough time dealing with her brother's death, whenever she is sad she always came into my room.
I know that she is Bisexual. She also brought her friend Angela in. Angela works at a dress shop, ironic because she hates dresses.
One night Nina came in looking super nervous. She asked me if I ever had a crush on a straight person. I told that I had and asked her why. She then broke down saying she was falling in love with the straightest person ever. I asked her who, that's when she started to sob. Apparently, it was her best friend, Angela. Angela and she have been friends since first grade.
I had to comfort her, and I told her, "You should tell her, if she is truly your friend, she will stick by you. Who knows she might be crushing on you." She gave me a hug after that.
Nina giggles, and gives me my food. I stuff it down my throat in seconds. I look at the clothes. It was my pair of black skinny jeans, a white Fall Out Boy shirt, a black hoodie, and my black beanie, that says 'Bad Hair Day'. My grey converses and a pair of socks was on top of the stack. I go into the bathroom to shower and change. I was messing with my hair when I see Derek leaning on the doorframe. He knocked on the open door.
"Whose there?" I ask turning around. He smiles and replies, "A hot guy." I roll my eyes and ask, "A hot guy who?" He walks in and wraps his arms around my waist. "Your boyfriend." He whispers in my ear. I smack his arm, playfully.
"I know who it is, you big teddy bear." I say and he rolls his eyes at me. We head out, and I say goodbye to Nina.
Derek got on his motorcycle and I got on behind him. When we got home I ran inside. Derek followed behind me.
I basically dive on the bed. My phone was sitting on the bedside table. I ask how it got there. Derek said they looked through the house they found me in, hoping to catch the guy, and found it. They brought it here, along with anything that belonged to me.
"How is your shoulder and chest?" Derek asks after a little bit. I shrug and reply, "Fine, but the doctors said the cuts might become scars." Derek pulls me into a hug. I was sitting on his lap, which turned into his chest. He was pretty much cradling me. I sigh in content.
My phone dings and I grab it. 'Your mine, never forget that, pet. I will find you.' The text from a blocked number says. I practically burst into tears. I had just gotten back with Derek, now I might be taken away.
I was getting rocked back and forth, with my head buried in the crook of Derek's neck. My back was getting rubbed and I was being shushed. I didn't realize I was crying until I tasted the tears in my mouth. I finished five minutes later, and decided to lay down. Derek didn't stop me. I was drifting into my memories.
--Flashback--
After the night I was outed, I was able to keep my popularity for about two weeks. I had a crush on Scott since I met him. He asked me out the day after I was outed. I should have known it was fake. We went to a diner for our third date. He ordered pie, for dessert. The whole popular group came in, and held me down. They all stuffed my mouth with it. They then dragged me outside and beat me up to the point where I threw up. Scott told me he never wanted to see my faggot face again. If he did he would kill me. School was hell after that.
--End of Flashback--
I decided that sleep was a good choice right now. I changed, meaning that I was too lazy to actually change and just kept my boxers on.
I rolled over and hugged a pillow. Derek came in and turned the lights off. I looked at the time and it turned out to be nine at night. I replaced my pillow with Derek. I sighed and fell asleep, with him petting my hair.
(A.N. I will say this here. I don't have a crush on my friend, not that I have anything against it. Remember that Angela and Nina are loosely based on AngelCotton311 and me)
