This is set it the late 60's~ don't judge
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Michaels POV~
Calum Hood.
Greatest soccer player on the schools team. Highest record for track. Few of the many things that make me love him.
But everyone at the time thinks being 'gay' was the biggest sin. I couldn't love him, but I just do. He's so different. The way he didn't feel the need to dress up, put his hair in that ridiculously high quiff, just made me love him more. He usually wears his varsity jacket, his hair messy but still put togethern.
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Me and Ashton were walking down the block, heading to the record store when out of nowhere we hear a loud,horrific scream. Me and Ashton looked at eachother, knowing we both were scared half to death, but still wanted to stay to see what happened.
"Why? Why in the name oh hell would you do that? All over my jacket!"
Me and Ashton ran down the block, stopping when the talking got louder.
"How was I supposed to know you didn't have enough common sense to stop when I was walking? Open our eyes for once- that is if you can even open them even wider!" The boy that had yelled at Calum looked disgusting. Why didn't Calum knock him out right then, right there? I know he could, Ashton knew he could, hell, everyone in the ice cream shop knew he could. The boy was blonde, his hair in a quiff that was higher than all of my hopes and dreams. His lip was pierced, and he wore a black, heavy leather jacket.
No wonder why everyone seemed to hate him- looks like shit.
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After taking care of the peice of crap that got everyone talking about how horrible people could be, Ashton had the idea of sitting down with, get milkshakes.
"Everyone probibly thinks I have a short fuse now. So much for my 'good' reputation." He sarcasticly giggled. He then turned his attention to me, looking at me with those brown, captivating eyes.
"Haven't I seen you in school before?"
Crap
There was only one thing he could've name me for- neing gay.
"I think they're wrong. Theres nothing wrong with liking other boys, I find it pretty brave that you came out like that."
Came out. I guess thats another way to put it.
"Ya' know, I would never really have the guts to come out like that, your amazing." A second after he finished his sentence, his cheeks turned a brighter pink then the milkshake in his hand. All that was heard from the table was awkward silence with just the small echo of people around them talking, Elvis playing from the jutebox.
"I-i'm sorry, I didn't mean t-"
"It's fine. We don't care about that in a person at all. It shouldn't matter."
I don't where this spaek of confidence came from, but I had a small idea. Well, more of a small white lie.
"Aw, man. I'm short a quarter and I was gonna get one. I'll be right back just let me-"
"I-it's fine, you could, uh, share mine with me?" He stuck amother straw in his milkshake, moving over to make some space for me.
It worked
I sat next to saying thank you, but as soon as I sat I turned my glancing at Calum looking down while sucking on his straw.
Those eyes.
"I'm gonna leave, I gotta go home." And with that, Ashton was on his way, looking back to wink at me.
"So, how do you exactly tell someone your g-" as soon as he turned his head to look at me, our lips crashed. I didn't know that was gonna happen, I was just so endulged in him. People began to stare, whispering the nastiest or just walk out all together.
But I didn't care. He probibly didn't either.
His lips were so soft. It was cute how when he finally got used to it and really enjoyed it, he made a little whimper, which made my heart skip a beat.
We both backed up, leaving eachothers lips. He looked at me with lust filled eyes, cheeks growing redder by the second while saying,
"So, about that coming out thing,"
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Comin for dat
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