People made fun of Us at school.
We held hands.
"Faggots!"
We embraced.
"Go find a girl!"
He gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
"Go find a fucking room if you guys wanna make out!"
He'd just roll his eyes and give them the finger. Then He'd do something else that would piss them off even more.
Like that one time He kissed me on the lips.
Long story short, We got pulled into the principal's office during third period and were given a stern talk about respecting other's religious beliefs. As soon as We walked out, I called bullshit and started crying. He pulled me into a hug and started stroking my hair saying "Carson. It'll be alright. Just wait until We get out of here. College. I'll major in anthropology, and you'll..."
"Become a writer," I said between sniffs.
"Right. And We'll see each other every day. You'll make romantic dinners, and I'll sit there and look pretty." He smirked.
"You wish." I giggled a bit and playfully pushed Him away from me. "You're going to be making sure that the cheap stove will work."
"Deal." He chuckled and put His arm around me (despite our huge height difference) and We walked back to class.
A/N
So, the main guy's name is Carson, but this isn't the same Carson from Three Magnolias. I just really like the name. :)
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