Secretly In Love [Completed]

Chapter 2

"Wake up, shithead!" The conductor shouted, smacking Fred in the back of the head. He shook his head, and looked up at the angry conductor.
"Yes, sir?"
"Ain't this your stop?" He asked. Fred looked out the window and spotted the rainy town that was called home.
"Yes?"
"The get the hell off of my train, ya cocksucker!"
Fred shook his head, picked up his old backpack, slung it on his shoulder and walked away. He jumped off of the train, as he watched it drive away. He turned around and walked down the concrete stairs to meet up with his boyfriend in the parking lot, Dean. He spotted him standing by his red car. Fred smiled and ran over to him, embracing his partner.
"Oh my god! You finally made it!" Dean cried happily.
"Of course I made it! Why wouldn't I?"
"Oh, you know, inclement weather, train crash, some crazy murder on the train?"
Fred laughed.
"Nah, I'm okay." He said, laughing. Noticing that the parking lot was empty, he then kissed Dean on the lips. The two kissed for a while, ignoring the soaking wet rain. The two stopped kissing, and hopped into Dean's car. Dean looked over at Fred, smiled and pulled out of the parking lot. They continued driving, chatting about Fred's business trip.
"How was San Francisco?"
"It was alright."
"Was it like the pictures you saw?"
"No. It was kinda......"
"What? Kinda what?"
"Nothing. I guess I was missing you more than taking in my surroundings."
"Aw, you're so sweet."
"No. I just love you."
"Well, I love you too." Dean said smiling, leaning over and kissing Fred on the lips, before looking back at the road.
"Jeez, I bet the weather was better in San Francisco, huh?"
"Yes. It was always sunny, not a cloud in the sky."
"I don't know about you, but I cannot live in a place where everyday is sun, sun, sun."
"Me neither. That's why I'm glad I'm back home."
"I'm glad your back too."
"I can only assume you missed me?" Fred asked, jokingly raising his eyebrows.
"Of course, ya little good!" Dean replied, laughing. The two kept on joking with each other, as they drove home. As they were at a red light, they saw two girls holding hands, waiting to cross the street. Two police officers approached them, and began to shout at them. The car windows were rolled up, so their altercation was inaudible. However, Fred and Dean's hearts dropped as one officer tackled the first girl to the ground, and began to violently beat her. Her girlfriend tried yanking him off of her, but the other officer had grabbed her by her hair and threw her to the ground, as he began to beat her up as well. Fred and Dean looked a each other in horror, their hearts pounding. Fred couldn't take it. He opened the car door and ran over to the scene, and shoved one of the officers off of the poor girl. Then, Dean came out and pushed the other officer. They helped the girls up, and made sure they were okay. They said they were fine. They were covered in bruises and bleeding a small bit. Dean and Fred took them to their car, so they could drive them to the nearest hospital to get them checked out. Luckily, the two officers didn't call for back up, and were too late to get up and follow them. After the girls were dropped off at the hospital, Fred and Dean made their way home. The two stepped out of their car, and made their way into their small house. They sat on the couch, as they began to check their phones. As Fred was looking through Twitter, he found a very awful tweet.
"Dean, look at this." Fred said, leaning over and showing him a specific tweet.
It was from the police department.
"To all who support the gay rights movement, it'll end with you fags losing and spending the rest of your gay-ass lives in prison."
Dean's eyes widened.
"Who would say such a cruel thing?"
"Those who don't support us. We can't win this goddamn war."
"I feel like each day, it gets harder and harder, and harder........" Dean said, looking down.
"I know, honey. I know." Fred replied, taking Dean's hand.
"What do we do?"
"Keep fighting. We keep on fighting until we win. I'm done with being pushed to the ground for holding your hand."
"Me too."
"I promise, things will get better, as long as we keep fighting."
"Okay."
"Hey, look, if it makes you feel better, there's an upcoming protest nearby."
"For gay rights?"
"Yeah. We could go if you'd like. Protests like these make sure that everyone who shows up is heard as an individual. They want you to feel like family in their protests."
"That sounds awesome! I think we should go together!"
"Yeah!"
"We don't need a sign, do we?"
"Nope, just a good attitude, and a will to fight."
"Then I'm in."
"Can't wait! It's tomorrow at 11:00."
"Me too."
The two locked their phones, and began to cuddle on the couch, sighing, watching the rain outside.