The Preppy and the Tramp (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 16

"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me." – Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

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"Do you want to be public?" Elvis asked me as we got ready for school. I looked in the mirror and flopped over my hair. It was going to stay the same no matter what I do.

"Public with what?" I asked confused and brushed my teeth. Elvis grabbed my arm, turning me around to face him. My heart was beating out of my chest as I thought of the last time I kissed him.

"Us."

"Us?" I asked genuinely confused. What us? And why do we have to be public? What does that even mean?

"You and me. Kissing. Practically dating." Elvis said gesturing between the two of us, he grumbled and finished zipping up his school pants over his bathing suit Speedo.

"I like kissing you, is that the answer to your question?" I asked spraying on some of Elvis's perfume and grabbing my backpack.

His bathroom has a nice pressure system in places with the shower water, it's hot and hard.

"I can't believe you right now." Elvis said disgusted. I turned around surprised, he usually leaves that tone for when I cook, not when he's talking to me.

"What? Just ask me straight."

"We're dating," Elvis started off slow, "do you want to be public about us dating?"

I looked at Elvis feeling like he has grown an extra head or something.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Elvis asked sounding all defensive. Public. Public. Public?

"What do you mean by public? This isn't some kind of secret, unless you're not ready or something." I said tying my shoe. Elvis leaned against the door frame and sighed.

"Public as in openly kiss and hold hands."

"Why would I want to hold your hand?" I asked just getting more confused by the second. I mean, it's not like I'm lost so it's not like I need him guiding me by holding my hand. And it's not like I want him even holding onto me for no reason.

"Because we're a couple and I don't know, do you want to hold hands?" Elvis asked walking out the door once I was finished tying my shoe.

"Why would I want to do that? I'm not lost at the moment." I said passing the few family photos on the hallway wall. Elvis body swayed as he walked, it looked like he was a God.

"You don't need to be lost to hold hands, you can just want the other persons contact." Elvis said with a defeated sigh. I walked out of the door first, letting Elvis hold the door for me. Wesley left already for school, carpool.

"Then why else would you want to hold somebody's hand?" I asked confused and jumped inside Elvis's black Jeep that seemed to be missing the doors but I just haven't got around to ask him about it.

"For comfort. Just to feel them."

"That seems annoying." I grumbled and leaned my head against the seat. Sweaty hands and just having to feel their heat 24/7 when I feel enough when we kiss.

"Annoying? How?" Elvis asked, he to sounded confusing, so I guess it's just not me. "Okay, anyways, what about hugging? What do you want to do?"

Hugging? Holding hands? Why so much contact? "Preppy, I'm not crying, so why would I want a hug?"