Young and Menace

3

I wake up with Pete's arms around me. What are we? Boyfriends? I don't know. Either way my parents wouldn't approve. The only thing they can agree on is homosexuality. They're extremely homophobic.

I looked at his peaceful face and smile a little. He's got his arms wrapped around my waist and his head on my chest. His legs are tangled with the blanket and with my legs. I move my hand and set it lightly on his cheek. "Pretty," I whispered. He made a funny noise in his throat. I giggled quietly at the sound and ran my thumb lightly over his soft lips. I love his lips. They're a pretty soft pink shade and they're so smooth and perfectly shaped. He stirs a little and opened his eyes, looking up at me. "Hi," I whispered.

"Hi," he mumbled in his grumbly morning voice. I smiled a little and he smiled back. "How long have you been awake?" He asked.

"Not long" I assured him. "I woke up about six minutes ago," I said. He nodded a little. I moved my hand from his cheek to his hair and ran my fingers through his dark hair. "Did you sleep okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I slept great," he smiled a little. "I slept better than I usually do. You make a fantastic pillow."

"Oh, gee, thanks," I laughed a little. He smiled wider. He unwrapped his arms from around me and pushed himself up, hovering over me. I bit my lip gently then let go of it and puckered my lips out to him. "Kiss me again," I said. He smiled and leaned down, doing as I said. I smiled. "Yay" I said softly. "Papi loves me."

"Papi?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Daddy."

"What?" He asked quickly. "No. Nope, nope, nope. None of that shit, Patrick," he said, laughing between words and blushing. I laughed loudly at him and sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and standing up. "You nasty."

"Love me" I whined as he started walking out of the room. I ran as he was about to pass the doorway and hugged his stomach tightly from behind. "Stay," I mumbled into his back. He set his hands over mine. I smiled a little. "What are we?" I asked. "O-Or was that just a one time thing?" I asked nervously. He sighed softly and turned around. I kept my arms around him.

He set his hand on my back, rubbing it soothingly. I sighed in content and leaned against him. "I dont really care what we are as long as we're together" he said biting his lip. A pink blush tinted his cheeks and he smiled shyly. "I really like you. And that probably seems stupid since I only got the guts to talk to you two weeks ago, but I do like you. I have since I saw you and your stupid parents move in next door."

"I hate my parents" I whispered. He frowned down at me.

"I know you do," he whispered back. "I hate them too."

"You have such a perfect family, perfect parents, perfect house, perfect, I hate it," I said bitterly and pulled out of the hug. I moved away and sat down on his bed.

He came over and sat beside me but I scooted away, shying into myself. He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Patrick, we both have no control over who our parents are, what our lives are, who we know, who we love, who we are, anything. We have no control over anything our lives. I wish we did. I wish I were able to change yours and make it better," he said. I let him reach over abd grab my hand. He held it up to his lips and kissed the back of my hand softly.

"I know" I said, looking at the spot he kissed on my hand. "I'm sorry. I just.. I'm scared of my parents. I dont wanna go home."

"Well let's go eat breakfast then we'll figure that out, yeah?" He said. I nodded. He stood and pulled me to my feet and led me out of his room and downstairs to the kitchen where his mother was cooking something that smelled divine.

"Good morning boys" she greeted. "I'm making some bacon. Patrick do you like eggs or would you prefer pancakes?"