Jonathan sat quietly in his health class. It was boring, like all classes. Especially when his boyfriend wasn't next to him. They would usually draw dicks on the desks, but Evan was sick today.
The other students giggled at some funny video playing. Like fifth graders hearing about sex.
They were talking about safe sex, and waiting.
So, Jonathan pulled out his phone and brought up Evan's messages.
Roses Are Red
Violets Are Blue
I'm Writing You This
Because I Can't Fuck You
The reply time was short.
Roses Are Red
Violets Are Blue
S'Okay Dude
I Still Love You
YOU ARE READING
Roses Are Red | One-Shots
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