Lost and Found (manxboy) ✓

Chapter Ten

"Don't be nervous, baby," Jon said with a smile as he turned off his truck.

"Nervous? Who said anything about nervous?" I looked at him with wide eyes. He just gave me a stern look and I lowered my eyes. "Okay, I'm nervous."

"Everyone will love you. You don't have anything to worry about."

I sighed.

It was my first time attending one of Jon's softball games with him. He would know everyone there and I had given him permission to introduce me as his boyfriend. We were starting to get pretty serious and I thought it was only fair that he be able to introduce me as such instead of saying, "This is my friend...Beau." That would've been weird because they would know I wasn't just his friend, so instead of having to deal with awkward nods and odd looks, I decided it was about time I be called his boyfriend.

And truthfully...I was pretty happy about it.

It was a nice feeling to be able to say that again.

It had been two weeks since I'd found the ring and I was still wearing it. It made me happy to look at it and it really didn't seem like Jon minded at all.

"I just..." I started but didn't know how to continue. Jon softly patted my thigh and I tried to smile. "I guess I'm worried what they'll think of me. Harrison didn't have friends." I kind of chuckled at that. "He didn't socialize with anyone besides the other church members. You're obviously a lot more...friendly." I smiled wryly. "And I want to make a good impression."

He smiled kindly. "You will, baby. I promise."

I sighed again and nodded. I certainly hoped so. I didn't want to make a fool out of myself.

He got out of the truck and came around, opening my door for me. He helped me out and he was about to close the door before I remembered something.

"Wait, I almost forgot!"

I reached into the truck and grabbed the pompoms I had left on the floor of the truck.

Jon chuckled at me. "I can't believe you bought those." He shook his head.

I held them close to my chest. "Well, I need to cheer my man on more than any of the other sluts watching."

He laughed and wrapped an arm around my shoulders as he started walking towards the field. "Other sluts? You're implying that you're one too?"

"Maybe." I shrugged. He just laughed again and kissed the side of my head. "Do these people know you're into guys?" I asked.

"Yeah, they do. Don't worry, they won't be surprised."

"What about my age?"

"Okay. They might be a little surprised at that."

"Great," I muttered.

He just laughed again. He was in a very good mood today and that made me happy.

I didn't mind being younger than Jon, not anymore at least. Obviously I had always been turned on by older men. The problem I'd had was the fear of Jon dying like Harrison had, but I was getting over that. I think there would always be a little fear in the back of my mind, but I was beginning to believe that Jon wouldn't leave me so quickly and suddenly.

What I was worried about today was what other people would think. I just hated the looks people gave you when there was a very obvious age difference between you and your partner.

I expected a comment or two because Harrison and I had usually gotten them. Sometimes it bothered Harrison that he was old enough to be my father—and people had mistaken us for father and son more than once—but I didn't think it would get to Jon like it had gotten to Harrison, so I was thankful for that.