Love is Love

Love is Love Part 2

Trigger warning some homophobic slurs

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"We're your parents?"

If I knew he would ask this. I would of probably not brought him over to my house but its to late now.

"Oh uh.. There at work.." I lied and turned away from him. I felt horrible for lying to him but that was just something I didn't put up for conversation, ever. I walked over to the couch and plopped down on it, exhausted. I felt Tyler sit beside me and I felt those damn butterfly's in my stomach. Why was I so nervous all of a sudden? I then realized we were alone. I awkwardly shifted and looked over at Tyler. He was staring down at his hands with a far away look on his face. You could still see the bruise around his eye, it was starting to heal from the yellow taking the dark purple colours place. I reached out towards his hand and placed it in my own.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly as I squeezed his hand. His hand felt soft and rough altogether fitting perfectly with mine. I smiled at the thought.

Tyler glanced at me and looked at our intertwined hands.

"It's just.. I don't wanna go back home.." He said quietly almost to soft for me to hear but I heard what he said just fine.

"I mean my dad hasn't even looked at me and my mom acts like nothing happened I can't talk to my older sister about all of this because she's in college and always busy so I feel so alone in all of this.." His voice cracked and I saw tears form in his eyes. I reacted over and held him.

"Hey, its okay you got me." I whispered. He gripped onto my shirt and buried his head into my shoulder. I held him tighter and let out a sign. He didn't deserve this. He deserved to have a family that accepted him and didn't care about who he liked. I hear a quiet sod come from him and I just rubbed his back and held him. Then an idea come to mind.

"Why don't you stay with me?"

Tyler let go and looked up at me, tears still in his eyes.

"Really?" He asked smiling. I looked down at him and nodded.

"Yeah, really."

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School the next morning was your usually. I'd get up, get dressed and walk to school, like I normally did.

When I walked into the school. I was met with your usually staring and just teenagers talking by there lockers. The gossip and whispers had dimmed down a bit which is a relief because they were actually starting to get on my fucking nerves. I mean let the gay guy breath, damn. I walked towards my locker and was met by Tyler standing beside it. I smiled and headed towards him but like always someone needed to shove or push me. I felt a shoulder connect with mine harshly and I stumbled to the side and let me just tell you. I was pissed. I was about to turn around just to hit the fucker in the face when a hand stopped me.

"Don't, its not worth it." Tyler whispered as I heard the person laugh.

I wanted to protest and just ignore what he was saying but I knew he was right. The person who shoved me was one of the assholes who had started to bully me. He was your typical dough bag. The captain of the football team who was with a cheerleader and was popular as fuck. I let out a frustrated sign and clenched my fist. Even if I did land a punch it would probably be my only. Since he was twice my size and would definitely beat the shit out of me.

"Fine." I groaned out and backed down. The guy smirked, scoffed then walked away.

"We should get to class." Tyler said dropping his hand that held mine.