Can we talk about how my baby boy looks like a 38 year old man. Bc I'm currently dying from the flu and from the feels.
Cals pov
I told Luke to be here around 5:30 and its currently 5:20 and I'm freaking out. He's a goody two shoes so I know he would never be late, but that possibility is killing my in the inside.
Lukes pov
My car won't start so I guess Im walking to Calum's house. The walk only takes 15 minute, but then I'm going to be late so I have to run.
As I'm running, I see Cals house, the first on the block, so I take out my phone and check the time, 5:33. Shit, I told him I would be there 3 minutes ago. As I make my way up the driveway I adjust my leather jacket and try to calm down my breathing.
I ring the doorbell and my sunshine answers the door. He looks hot AF and I can feel my jeans tighten at the sight of that jawline. I could slice a fucking watermelon on it.
"Hi Lukey. Your already panting. The night is starting well." He said inviting me in.
"Hi Cal." I responded while taking my shoes off.
We walked into the dining room and sat down at the table. He told me his mom just had finished cooking the tacos and was putting the toppings on a seperate dish.
"Hi. You must be Luke. I've been looking forward to meeting you."
"Mrs. Hood, you look stunning. I have been waiting to meet you as well."
We started eating and everything was going fine until Cals mum asked a certain question.
"So Luke, are you seeing anybody?"
I could feel Calums eyes bringing holes into the side if my face as he waited for me to answer.
"I am actually and they make very happy." I said, with a smile.
"See calum, you need to get your self a girlfriend like Luke over here. It would make you feel so much better. What about that nice girl Desdionna?"
Cals pov
My palms started sweating and I couldn't take anymore of the torture.
"Well mum there is actually something i needed to tell you. I-I'm gay and I'm d-dating Luke." I stuttered out.
My mum sat in silence like the rest of us. You could cut the tension with a knife.
"Well honey, if Luke treats you right and your both happy, I will always root for you." My mother responded, smiling like she had just won the lottery.
"Thank you so much Mrs. Hood, I promise if I ever were to hurt your son, it would hurt me more to know I let you down." Luke casually said while smiling like the biggest dork in the universe.
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As I was walking Luke to the door, I couldn't wrap my head around the idea of me and Luke being able to be together in public around my mother. He just makes me so happy and I think I might love him but I don't want to rush things. He knows how to make me smile and he knows how to give good head but beside that, I'm just so happy that he's mine.
"So I'll see you on Monday? Right?"
"I wouldn't miss it. You know I love yo- to be with you. Yup be with you, around you, In the same place as you... I'm going to go now." My baby boy said as he tripped going out the door and into the night.
Lukes POV
Shit shit shhhhiiittt. I fucked up and I fucked up bad. I almost let it slip. And by it I mean the three word phrase that can make or break A relationship In a matter of seconds. The thing is, I know I love him, but he can't love me back. Not saying that he doesn't, it's just that if he does, I will never be able to trust someone with my heart again.
My last boyfriend, Tyler, was really passionate and caring in the beginning of our relationship, but towards the end, he was all abuse. He as fine with me being friends with other boys and cross dressing, but when I started having feelings for Calum, he abused me. Our relationship was a bit different though. Being 15 and in a bdsm relationship was something that was very risky. Sure every once in a while I would get a spanking or have to kneel in a hard surface, but once he started hanging out with his brothers friends and getting drunk, I knew if i wasn't asleep when he came home, i would have bruises and burns all over my body. He smoked and thought it would be funny to use me to burn out the cigarette. I still have the mark from the last time I saw him. I was slapped for not being in bed, burned for the hell of it, and then was forever in isolation. He told me Stay here and think about why you should have been asleep before I came home.
He left and never came back. The only thing I can remember him by are my scars and the toys he left in my closet.
Well that took a turn
I didn't really think about this when I first started writing the plot, but im sick and stuff so I guess it just happend.
Let me know what you guys think about it.
~Sophie✌🏼️
