If You're Just Like Me, Then Save Me... (BOYXBOY)

Lost for Words.

Jason Momoa is going to play Lief's father Adam Carter. I know he's suppose to be the dad and all but can we all just take a moment to appreciate the beauty that has been sent to us from the heavens. This man is literally a blessing. God what I would do to be right under him. Lawd have mercy. Have mercy on my soul. Cousin Lisa Bonet don't know what she has but I do. And if he ever has questions!! Let it be known I'm here to answer them lmao. Alright guys I'm gonna let y'all read now. Enjoy! -Nuku
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Lief's POV

I sat on my bed, staring at old photos of my family. I looked around at the walls that have captured my childhood. Posters of Charmed and Aaliyah plastered on my walls, old Legos gathered at my toy chest that always seem to make its way back into my room.

I got up off my bed and walked to my bay window. I sit on the cushion and stare at the night sky. I watch the night sky dreamily, praying for a way for this night to end on a beautiful note. I brush my curl behind my ear.

**I need to moisturize my hair, it's getting dry**, I say to no one. I walk across my room and gather my coconut oil and large tooth comb as well as a water spray bottle. I section my hair and spray it with water. Then I begin comb through until the curls bounce. Afterwards I apply coconut oil to keep the water in my follicles. And then I repeat till my hair is back to its magic.

I pull my hair in a messy bun. And slip on an A-Shirt and sweat pants.

If I'm gonna be home, I'm gonna be comfy.

I make space within my home, pushing all my old childhood belongings near the closet that happens to be opposite of the bay window. I push my toy chest at the end of my bed. I walk over and close the door to my room, to keep the noise down to a minimum. Even though it isn't going to make a difference. My room happens to be the attic.

I prance into the middle of room and begin doing my routine for the spring showcase. I being with a few Ron de jambe en l'air. And then I begin my dance routine.

I slowly move my hand into the air as if I'm holding a torch. I fling my head into the air, slowly rising into the air on my toes. And then I twirl and fall. I swiftly begin throwing my hands into the air, grabbing my hair as if my frustration is out control.

That's when the routine begins to intensify. By then end of my routine I'm dripping in sweat.

No music.

No teacher.

Just movement. Creative beautiful movement. I smile. I turn and look at my mirror on my wall, and I couldn't be happier by my appearance.

You could tell I had put my heart and soul into this routine and it showed. My hair had escaped from its messy bun. My white A-Shirt was now a drench pool towel, soaking in my sweat like a sea sponge. My hands were shaking from all the adrenaline. And my smile was crooked but full of life.

"I haven't seen you perform like that since you were little".

I turned around and guess who the fuck I saw.

Go ahead and guess!

Yep Papa Bear.

**What are you doing here?** I ask quietly.