His Perfection(boyxboy)

Chapter 8

Can I just say, Dammnnnnn ZADDY looking hella fine.

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October 17, 3 weeks until Andrew's birthday.

Not like that Angel, here let me do it. I signed to Andrew, trying to help him put up our tent, which he was failing at, but wanted to do it by himself.

No, I want it this way! Andrew signs furiously at me, picking up a tent pole and sticking it in the ground, kind of slanted, but I kept quiet.

Okay do it that way then, I chuckle, not wanting to make him even more angry.

Andrew turns to me and puts his hands on my chest, What are you doing, I laugh gently. I put my hands in his braids, knowing he likes it when I play with his hair.

I want to hear a laugh... I bet your laugh is beautiful, Andrew sighs turning around to finish his disaster of a tent.

My laugh is ugly compared to yours. You have the laugh of a goddess, I signed putting my hands around his waist and kissing his neck.

Andrew pulled back and grabbed the notepad, we occasionally use, and started to write. I sit down on the ground feeling confused as to why Andrew pulled back so fast, but I know what he's writing will tell me.

I pull Andrew down in between my legs as he writes, knowing it's going to take a while. The only time we use the notepad is if we have a lot to say and I know Andrew has something to say when he gets this passionate look on his face.

It took a while of convincing Ms. Wildenburg, the group home caregiver, to let me take Andrew camping for a week. Luckily, Andrew is home schooled and they just studied extra hard, then let me take him for a week. They were really concerned, so they gave me all his medicine and his instructions to what Andrew is allergic too.

This is also me and Andrew's first time camping, so we're struggling, just a bit. Especially since I'm a spoiled business man, and Andrew's a sheltered teen.

Andrew pinched my arm, getting my attention. I took the notepad filled with Andrew's unique handwriting,

I told the teen girls at the group home I kissed a boy and they said kissing is only for couples and between two people and we HAVE to be boyfriends to kiss. So I told them we are both boys and friends, they said it wasn't the same. So they told me not to let you kiss me any more until you asked me to be your boyfriend! But I really like your kisses, so please ask.

I chuckled, they're right I should've asked. Boyfriends are only supposed to kiss each other, your the only one I kiss and the only one I want to kiss. I took Andrew's hands and placed them on my chest as I signed, Andrew Jenkins Will you be my boyfriend?

I don't know... Andrew pretended to think about it, tapping his chin lightly, as if in thought.

Why you little joker, Andrew got up and ran making me chase him as he giggled wildly. He ran behind a tree and peaked to the other side. I caught him while he was looking in the other direction, wrapping my arms around him and spinning him around. His eyes shining brightly as he laughed uncontrollably.