From Straight Lines to Circles (bxb) ***ON HOLD***

Chapter Twelve

Thanks for reading, enjoy :)

---

CHARLIES POV

I woke up the next morning feeling happy, Collins face stuck in my thoughts.

I was his boyfriend.

I couldn't believe it. All the years of torture, of wanting him so badly even as he repeatedly hurt me, and he was mine. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so happy. As I got dressed, I pulled on a yellow t-shirt and pale blue jeans, dressing in happy colors to match my mood.

After I packed my bag and grabbed a banana for breakfast I opened the front door, totally prepared to walk to school as I did every day. But when I opened the door a sleek black truck wait for me, parked crookedly in my driveway. I smiled hugely as the driver got out, his hair perfect and his features beautiful. I shyly walked up to him, tentatively kissing him on the cheek.

I was about to turn and get into the car when he grabbed my arm, holding me in place. He gave a gentle shake of his head at my greeting before smashing his lips to mine passionately, making me moan loudly.

His tongue gently ran along my bottom lip and he did not stop kissing me until he had thoroughly searched my mouth. Once he was satisfied he pulled away, giving me a genuine smile.

"Now that is how I like greeting my boyfriend." He said, making me smile at the pride he used in 'boyfriend.' I blushed in pleasure, lightly leaning into the hand he was using to caress my cheek with.

"You can greet me like that anytime." I blurted accidently, making me cover my eyes with my left hand. But he just chuckled, carefully prying my hand from my face before leading me to the passenger door. He opened it for me before helping me in, making me smile even wider.

"You look so cute when you are flustered," he stated before kissing my knuckles and slamming the passager door, not giving me any time to react. When he got in the car I glared playfully at him, as he smirked but kept his eyes on the road. Pulling out of my drive he grabbed my hand across the car, holding it tightly in his grasp. I smiled slightly and squeezed his hand.

Then with both of us smiling like idiots we made our way to school, holding hands the entire way.

---

When he pulled into a parking lot and parked two blocks away from school I was confused. He made no movement, sitting in his seat twiddling the thumb of his free hand. He looked nervous, like he wanted to say something. So I waited patiently, staring at the side of his face for what seemed like an eternity. About five actual minutes later I was getting frustrated

He still had not even looked at me.

I pulled my hand gently out of his hand, making him look at me from the lack of contact.

"Why are we here?" I asked warily, confusion and worry clear in my tone. He looked apologetically at me before starting to speak, his expression pained.

Sadly I knew what he was going to say.

"I can't." He said meekly, his words confirming my assumption. I looked at him, understanding heavy in my mind. But overshadowed by disappointment.

"Can't or won't?" I asked sadly, struggling to keep my expression neutral. He couldn't look at me, shame clearly burning through his system. Slowly he forced himself to look at me, his face immediatly softening after seeing my poorly concealed, hurt expression. He grabbed my hand again, desperate for contact. I let him, pathetically yearning for his touch.

"I like you Charlie, so much. But I both can't and won't tell." I turned away, trying to avoid his gaze. But he was desperate to make me listen, grabbing my chin and turning it towards his face. He gave me a soft kiss, making me involuntarily melt, before continuing.

"My friends, family, pastor they are all homophobic, closed minded. Unaccepting." He took a shaky breath, trying to avoid the tears threatening to fall. "I can't handle them outcasting me, I can't handle the looks of disgust I know will be on their faces." He sunk his face into his hands, his voice becoming quieter. "I can't yet."

I felt conflicted. He wanted to hide our relationship. He parked blocks away from school just to hide it from everyone.

And it hurt.

But seeing him so broken, so terrified struck something in me. And I knew my decision had been made easily, whether I would end up hurt in the end or not. So I grabbed his face and pulled it up, kissing his forehead and hugging his head to my chest.

"It's ok," I whispered calmly, emotions somehow silent from my tone. "I understand. And until you want it to not be, it's our secret."

---

So Charlie agreed to keep their relationship a secret... What do you think? Comment and vote your thoughts please :)