The Youth House[BoyxBoy] & [BoyxGirl]

Chapter 7

**Blaine**

I look down at the sleeping Roger in my arms. I can't help but smile. I'm not a creeper, and I'm not Edward Cullen either. Ew, just gross. Us in the gay community hate Twilight. It's not genuine romance.

Anywho, Roger is the cutest thing while he sleeps.... no homo. He just is. The redish hair on his forhead moving when he breathes out. The occasional small noises he makes, almost like sleep talk.  I can't help but feel comfortable. I hope he is too, but the way his eyelids are fluttering, he's probably having a horrible nightmare. I hope he isn't.                                                                                                                              

I eventually fall asleep to the feel of his heartbeat syncing with mine.

**Roger**

I'm having another nightmare. The same one I always get. The one about my parents.                                     "Mommy," a small, terrified me calls out.  I'm a child again. This can only mean one thing. "Shut the fuck up!" My evil father slaps me as he enters the room. "That bitch isn't coming back" he slurs. He walks into the kitchen to get a beer, not bothering to rinse the dripping blood from his arms. I scream. 

I'm awake. I look up to see Blaine, obviously startled awake by me. "I'm sorry," I mumble sleepily, the tears starting to fall again. "Shh, don't be silly, I'm here for you, always, whenever you need me." He says, then kisses my forehead. I flinch. But I settle down in a few moments. I rest my head against Blaine's chest and let the rise and fall soothe me to sleep.

**Sydnee**

The car zips past me, barely missing me. "Watch where you're going!" The driver yells angrily as he speeds away.

Before I can think, August is there, he wraps his arms around me tightly. He picks me up by the waist and carries me safely across the street.  I squeeze him back. He pulls away, just his face, our bodies still fused together.

Tears in his eyes, he kisses me, softly at first, then with more need. I kiss him back with all my might. The sparks that fly as we move our lips together is amazing.

He pulls away and we're both laughing and crying. I fling my arms around him again. He carries me into the house and up the stairs, ignoring the looks of everyone we pass.

Luckily Mom didn't see. She knows we're close... but she doesn't know we're this close.

Later

After August tucked me into bed and made sure I was calmed down, he kissed me again, softly, slowly, and oh-so passionately. I smiled up at him as he left my room. "Goodnight," he whispered as he shut my door. For just having a near death experience, I was pretty darn happy.