I'll be fine- Clairy Browne & The Bangin' Rackettes
Teddy POV
I woke up, curled against my boyfriend's chest. The events of last night came flooding back, and I shot up in bed. He saw me like that. He saw me broken. Why did he always have to come to my rescue? Not that I was complaining. I loved nothing more than him holding me and assuring me that everything was fine; than him making me feel safe and warm and loved. Loved. I told him that I loved him last night. He told me that he loved me last night. I had never imagined that this would work out. He started as nothing more than a cute stranger who offered me a night to be myself. One night. One night that turned into months and intimacy and love. And I didn't regret anything. Albeit, that wasn't the way I wanted to confess my love. I wanted it to be romantic, over a candlelit dinner at some expensive restaurant. That's not how it works, though, is it? Love is unexpected and messy and amazing and horrible all at once. It's not planned. That's what my parents wanted. That wasn't our relationship. We were spontaneous and naive. We were allowed to be spontaneous and naive. We were young. We were allowed to be young when we were together. There was no strict, set life plan or fearing the past so much there didn't seem to be a future. I looked back at Caspar. He was awake and watching me with a smug look on his face.
"How long have you been awake?" I questioned, hoping that he missed my inner turmoil.
"Since before you were," he smirked, opening his arms for me once again. I let him envelop me, gladly relaxing into him until we were one being; until you couldn't tell where I ended and he began. "What're you thinking about?"
"I'm sorry about last night. I don't know what got into me."
"You're allowed to be scared, Teddy." He sat up.
"No I'm not. It makes me weak. I can't be weak, Cass."
"You're not weak. You've survived the past 16 years with them."
"I didn't have a choice."
"You could've broken."
"I did break, Cass!" I regained my composure and tried again. "I broke."
"You didn't. You aren't broken, love," he moved to my side, gingerly resting his hand on mine. "You aren't broken."
I collapsed against him, crying once again.
Weak.
Broken.
He kissed the top of my head, lacing his fingers through mine.
Safe.
Healing.
I let the tears flow until they couldn't anymore. I kissed him. He kissed me.
Warm.
Loved.
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Teen Fiction[COMPLETED] Teddy Martin was sheltered, raised by a strict preacher and his beautiful wife. But once he starts public school at the age of 16, he struggles with believing that what he's always been taught is right. And maybe, just maybe, a boy with...
