For once in my life, chruch went by incredibly quick with the punk's leg pressed against mine. And the way he was looking at me- shit. I'm going to be honest with you guys, because I trust you. The feelings I have for him already and how strong they are- I'm in trouble. Definitely. Everybody gets up and starts to shuffle towards the door. A usher must have opened the main doors at one point because light poured in from the glass doors at the very front of the church, near the foyer. Finn's arm left my shoulder and he got up, stretching. I tried hard not to stare when his shirt rode up showing a lean stomach and just the edge of a tattoo that looked like a spider of some sort with cuts through it. If you couldn't tell, I had failed miserably at doing so. I was a blushing mess for like the seventh time during this service, having officially checked out a guy- a insanely hot one at that.
He puts a hand out for me with that same dimpled half smirk that he had earlier, that was mocking and sexy at the same time. "Well, you comin love?" With dorky shaking hands I grabbed his single hand which had a cold ring on it. He pulled me up fast and hard, causing us to come face to face in a kind of just-before-kiss position. Not like I would know anyway. I had never kissed anybody before- not even my current girlfriend. Dont look at me like that. Please dont, it really makes me feel slutty. She's recovering from jaw realignment surgery and hasn't been able to attend church more recently. Honestly, have you ever heard of a arranged relationship for posterity? That's what I have been stuck with. Georgia's armpit town's sweetheart and the ultimate choir boy who dresses really feminine for some reason. Perfect for more than half the town.
This is my embarrassingly predictable life. But as I'm standing here, totally out of breath because of my extremely close proximity to somebody who- holy fuck he just licked his lips. I this what being turned on feels like? Damn. Addicting.
"This is probably sending a very bad message to the all the pansy homophobes in your church. So we should probably separate, but if you wanna make out later I'd be happy to do so." He finished his sentence as he let go of my hands, turning around and abruptly leaving.
Does this mean I officially have permission to go bat shit?
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Choir Boy
Ficțiune adolescențiKillian Augustus had never really questioned his sexuality, that all changed when Finn walked down his father's pews and into his life.
