(Ryan's p.o.v)
Prickles of water hit my skin, radiating warmth, not to mention the warmth that is spooning me. In the shower, me and Brendon are under the showerhead, pressed together. We didn't want to be late so we shower together.
He gets the body wash we got at the dollar store and he rubs it on my body while I do him, we giggle when our hands get tangled in each other. We rinse off and wash each other's hair, like little puppies. Wet Brendon is probably sexiest Brendon if I do say so myself, but the most beautiful Brendon is him just existing.
"You're staring again." Brendon chuckles while running his hands through my wet mop of hair. I cheesily smile and poke his rib.
"Yes, I always am." I say as I trace his stomach with my ring finger, still having that special promise ring on. He has his on too.
"Good, because I like your eyes." Brendon then moves his hands to my cheek, brushing his lips with mine for a second before pulling away slowly. He smiles and we get out of the shower, sharing that one towel we own. What? Towels are expensive.
We dry off, then walk nakedly to our bedroom. It's crazy on how comfortable we are with each other, we are perfect. He is.
I put on my uniform, and so does Brendon. I'm definitely not watching his ass as he puts on his boxers, nope. We finish changing and leave to the bathroom for our dollar store routine.
I dry my hair first while he applies product in his, then it's his turn. I turn on my Straightener then wait.
"Ry." Brendon says out of nowhere.
"Yes Bren."
"Can I straighten your hair?"
"No."
"Please." He gives me the pouty look.
"Your going to mess it up." I state.
"Hey! Trust me, please." He pleads. I give in and hand him the straightner, keeping my hands in my lap after.
He just touches my hair with his hands for a couple minutes, just touching it. "Your hair is amazing." Brendon says dreamily before sticking a piece up and straightening it. I chuckle at him and say thanks.
He finally finishes my hair at a turtle speed, luckily we still have enough time to ride over.
We leave, take our bikes, and ride to the school. Once we get here we lock them up and go to our first class. We sadly don't have supplies so this is going to be fun.
We have first, second, third, and forth together. Only if he had fifth and sixth, it would be perfect.
We strode into class on time, me eying the classmates. They look like devils..even though they are Christian. Which doesn't really make sense, but they just look like bad people basically.
I sit in the back of the class, Brendon follows of course. Head going to be around me like a puppy today but I really don't mind. I take out a pencil and notebook that was in our room, while Brendon took out a pen and a sheet of paper from my notebook.
We sat there, I was tapping my foot a lot but Brendon comforted me by placing his hand on my thigh secretivly.
The class wasn't that bad, Brendon touched me in some way during the class, making sure I stayed calm. The teacher called us 'unprepared', but I really could care less because we have problems of our own.
The next three classes seemed exactly the same except different teachers. We sat in the back, wrote, and listened. It's school what do you expect.
Next was finally lunch, but the sad thing is that me and Brendon are separated after this. Him and I went to go sit somewhere out on the grass lunch tables. We have to be extra careful around here, we can't be labeled as gay or else things will go to hell.
Brendon has been pretty good, girls have come up to him, flirting like the little hoes they are. He simply rejects and gives me a smirk while poking my side lovingly. God- I love him. I could trust him with my life.
We sat at the table, sitting on the same side so we can touch easier. Yeah we are that desperate touch. We ate the sandwiches I made before we left, just listening to sounds of birds and- annoying teenagers.
Brendon looked over at me fully and smile with a piece of lettuce sticking out of his mouth. I would totally eat that off him right now if I could.
"Stop, your intimidating me." I whine while trying to look away, but always coming back. He smiled happily and munched the lettuce into his mouth, and him swallowing.
"In two hours, you can touch me all you want." Brendon says while clinking our rings together. I smile widely. "Be careful in your next class okay? Just know I'm always there with you." He says lovingly and holds up his hand, pointing at his ring then his heart.
I sigh and try not kiss him right then and there, instead taking a bite of my sandwich. "Your so obvious Ry." Brendon giggles while wiping some mayonnaise on my nose. He really needs to stop.
"I'm going to hit you of you don't stop being adorable." I say in a daring tone, not letting my blushing cheeks get in the way of me being fierce.
The bell rings. Saved by the bell....well sorta.
We get up and throw away our garbage, and standing together awkwardly, not really wanting to leave.
"I guess you have to go." Brendon whispers and pulls me into a tight hug, engulfing me in warmness. "Be safe." He says with concern before turning around to the halls, turning to look at me couple times before he completely is out of sight.
I guess I am on my own now.
Walking through the halls, I make it to my class, art. I loved art and was kind of excited, even though I hate school to my dying breath.
I tip toed into my classroom, looking around at all the students. I went to go sit in the back of course. When I sat down, I saw a couple kids turn to me and snicker. Keep your composure Ryan.
I let out a breath and got out my pencil and paper. The teacher was rambling about something I didn't care about. Thank gosh she didn't introduce me to the class like the other teachers did, I would have died right there.
"Hey boy, you like to straighten your hair?" One of the girls in front of me laughed as she turned to me. "That's only for fags." She Snickers along with some other boys now joining the conversation.
Just do it Ryan, stand up for yourself.
"Did you know it's a sin to send negative hate?" I shoot back. I'm so good, playing their own game.
"What the heck did you just say?!" One of the jocks stood up from his seat and stomped over to mine. I guess don't mention religion at a Catholic school.
He gave me a scowling look with his defined jaw and blonde hair in front of his face. He slammed his fist on the table, close to my arm. "Your a fag!"
I touch my ring nervously, hoping Brendon's vibes will sooth me.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Not now Ryan, please not now, don't panic on me.
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