College is coming soon, and Blake Warner is sure that his life is embedded into the dead-end that is Merritt Hills, Georgia. His mother has assured him millions of times, that money has nothing to do with where his future leads.
But whenever he lie...
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Another weekend had gone by, and the couple hadn't left Blake's sheets. Sure, they hadn't done anything surreal or intimate, Brooks felt as though just looking into Blake's eyes was as intimate as he could get for the time being. And Blake was completely, and irrevocably understanding when it came to the fact.
Brooks was glad he'd found someone who wasn't trying to pressure him into doing anything. Because he knew, most teenage boys Blake's age would have either been wildly offended, or spurred into a fit of unfaithfulness.
But still, even after three days, Jackson hadn't spoken to Brooks, nor answered any of the many phone calls and texts Brooks had frantically sent over the course.
Maybe he's busy, Brooks would try and reassure himself, but deep down into his core, he knew that Jackson held a grudge due to Brooks not being able to return his feelings. His infatuation with Blake only growing stronger.
It seemed as though Gwendolyn had been working her absolute hardest during the duration of that long, long weekend. Blake could have sworn he'd only seen her face once or twice. And that was while she'd been stuffing her purse with gas money, ready for the next shift.
Brooks wanted to ask about it. He wanted to ask if Blake and Gwendolyn had ever been okay financially. But he knew the answer—he knew that since the two were just kids, Blake had waltzed around town with the soles of his shoes cut open, and his baseball uniform worn and too small for him.
He wished he had fallen for Blake sooner. During high school, maybe. But even then, Charles had always hated Blake—since the two had first met when both Blake and Brooks had been just thirteen.
Brooks followed Blake into the restroom, where Blake would inevitably shower, and Brooks would be left in his bedroom to think. Blake frowned in confusion, a smirk making its way onto his lips, as he thought of a perverted thought.
He walked closer to Brooks, both hands making their way around Brooks waist. "Following me into the bathroom, huh? Is this your way of telling me you wanna start showering together?"
Brooks cheeks flushed, as he grasped onto Blake's hovering, and darkened shoulders. "No, I just wanted to say that we've been cooped up in your bedroom for days. I feel bad for keeping you from Jeff, Mitchell, and Meghan."
Blake winced internally at Meghan's name, and Jeff's, knowing that his best friend since he was just a kid, would inevitably find out about the things he'd done with Meghan.
And he could almost scream into a pillow at the thought of Brooks finding out. Would he be angry? Disappointed? Would he leave for school, and never contact Blake again. The last option made Blake want to puke.
"No, no, no. You aren't keeping me from them—and I mean, it's a two-way street. Jeff hasn't called me, either." Blake's words made sense, but Brooks still couldn't help but feel bad. No matter what his feelings toward Blake's choice of friends, were.
Brooks sighed into Blake's shoulder, his lips landing a soft kiss there. "But still, he leaves for school soon, doesn't he? You should try and spend as much time as you want with him, before he does."
Blake nodded, taking a step back to get a full mental image of Brooks torn appearance. His floppy curls, red cheeks, and oversized sweatshirt that had originally belonged to Blake.
"Yeah, you're right. I'll call him, once I finish showering."
A/N - I finally got around to writing this chapter, as I have just begun getting a mental image of what the ending seems like. Which I am very, very excited to write. So, from here on out, I will try my best to no longer lose sight of the plot. :)
