||ON HOLD|| Entaché (BoyxBoy) (MPreg)

1.

With a Yelp, I flew off of the bed, taking the covers with me. I looked up and my eyes met the angry clear ones belonging to February.

"I have been shaking you for the past five minutes. I have to go to work and you need to go to school. Get your ass up and get dressed!"

February was my boyfriend and we have been going strong for almost a year. Or at least I thought that we were.

February is twenty-four and I am almost fourteen. I know that there is a huge age gap between us, but we love each other and he wouldn't do what he does to me now if he didn't love me.

"But Febb-" I stopped myself, knowing that he did not like to be called Febby. "Febwuawy, I'm tiwed and- and sowe," I complained.

My eyes widened and before I could open my mouth, I was back-handed.

"What did I tell you about complaining? It's your fault that you're sore. I don't care if your leg was broken. You are going to school. You have ten minutes to get ready or you are walking to school."

February was really tall. About six feet and ten or eleven inches. He had shaggy hair that was naturally blonde, but he always attempted to dye it brown, which made his hair a dirty blonde colour.

His eyes were clear. If the sun shines in his eyes, they looked like sparkling crystals. He had a sharp jawline and strong facial features. All in all, February was a handsome man . I, myself, was not all that good looking.

My hair is black and white. It is longer on the side that is black. I am also very pale. My eyes are a yellow, golden colour. I am very pale. I am also vertically challenged, reaching four feet and five inches. I'm very skinny as well. I have light, hereditary bags under my eyes. I don't know what February saw in me, but he took me in when I had absolutely nowhere else to go and I am very grateful for that.

Brushing my teeth and applying my daily application of eyeliner, I opened the bathroom door. A whimper escaped my lips when I saw that February had his fist in the air. His eyes widened and e immediately put his fist down.

"No baby, I'm not going to hit you. I was about to knock on the door," he explained himself. I visibly relaxed and he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his torso and I laid my head on his shoulder.

     We walked to his enormous truck and he put me in the seat. His truck was huge. It was so big, that he had to help me into it. Since February was so tall, he needed a truck that could fit his long legs.

     Febby drove me to my high school. He got out of the car and opened my door.

     "What are you wearing?" I glanced down at my outfit. It was a purple turtleneck with a unicorn riding a rainbow printed on to it. I had on a green pair of jeggings and my purple Bobs.

     "I-I don't know. You wanted me to huwwy up, so I twied. I guess this is the fiwst thing I saw." If you haven't noticed by now, I have a speech problem and my "r's" sound like "w's" when they come from my mouth.

     "Well you look like the stereotypical gay boy, but I love you anyways. Don't be late coming out of school. You have five minutes after school ends." I nodded my head and pecked his lips. Febby helped me out of his truck.

     "I love you, Febwuawy. See you latew." I waved to February and walked into school.

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