Dying to Live

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten.

John's point of view

I cling tightly to Foster. My heart beating faster and faster, I start shaking.

This is horrible. We're all going to die. I'll never see land again. Foster better kiss me soon because I refuse to die without getting my first kiss and I don't want anyone else doing it.

"John are you afraid of heights?" Foster asks, swinging an arm around my waist.

"N-no!" I shut my eyes tightly and hide my face in his chest. "I'm afraid the plane is going to crash and we're all going to die." my voice is muffled by his rather nice fitting white tee shirt.

Foster's grip on me tightens. "Don't worry John. I've been on an airplane countless time. We'll be fine." I feel him kiss my head.

He better be right about this. I really don't want to die now that I actually have a life.

I calm down a bit and pull away from him. "If we die I'm never going to trust you again." I fake a glare at him.

Foster kisses my nose, then leans close towards my ear. "And if we survive," he whispers into my ear, "You'll get your surprise." his warm breath tickles my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Y-you didn't have to get me a surprise." I blush. I wonder what it could be. If I had money I would have gotten him something. I feel really bad because all I have is this card I made him.

I worked really hard on it though!

"Nope," I feel him smile against my neck. "But I wanted to."

A grins forms on my lips. "I really like you Foster." I blush. I've gotten to the point where I'm not too shy around him anymore. Yeah I still stutter and blush a lot, but I can't help that. I'm kind of like a tiny puppy...

Foster softly kisses my neck. "I like you a lot too." That's all I need to know to be happy.

"Excuse me," Foster pulls away to look at the woman who interrupted us. She doesn't look happy.

"Yes ma'am?" Foster gives her one of his amazing, toothy grins.

"My son is sitting across from you two," she crinkles up her nose, "I don't want him catching your disease."

Foster raises an eyebrow. "I'm sorry to inform you but you can't catch asthma. I'm pretty shocked you could tell I have!" He straightens up. "I hope you have a nice fli-"

The woman glares at Foster, earning her a glare from me. "I don't want my son watching two boys sin." She hisses.

I look at my lap. It's not wrong to be with another guy. I mean I'm just too small to be with a girl. I'm-sadly-too girly myself. Plus I'm not attracted to them. I'm only attracted to Foster.

"I don't see what we're doing that's wrong." Foster grabs my hand with his, squeezing it tight.

Yes you do Foster. You know we'll never be truly accepted.

The woman scoffs, brushing her blonde curls away from her rounded head. "You two fags are going to get my boy asking about that gay shit."

For a second I think Foster is going to snap. Yet he takes a deep breath. "Is love so wrong? If anything you're the one sinning. I don't believe in hate. Thank you for rudely bringing this up. Maybe if you would have put it another, nicer, way I wouldn't do this!"

Wait did he say love?!

The next thing I know Foster's lips are crashed against mine. Butterflies form in my stomach. My blood rushes to my cheeks. I slowly close my eyes and kiss Foster back, our lips moving in sync as if they were made for each other.