Mommy's Boy and The Hipster (boyxboy)

Mommy's Boy and The Hipster (1)

A/N Hello people, so this is a short story that I wrote about one of my real life ships. So the characters are maybe not fictional. Though most of the happenings are. I tried to make the characters' personality's same as much as I can. Also this a cute and cuddly boyxboy that might get kinky time to time. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this, please send me feedback, vote, comment :)

Thanks for reading

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He flipped his caramel brown hair as he wiped his glasses to his t-shirt.

I watched him nervously, biting my lip and feeling ashamed how I feel about all this.

God, I'm so in love with this boy.

Oh god, I love a boy.

***

It was a hot June afternoon, my t-shirt was too tight on me and I could feel sweat dripping from my forehead.

I clutched my backpack and walked towards the building as fast as I could.

It was a summer course, it was like summer school but with other people from other schools. It was for the SATs.

I climbed up the stairs and made my way to class. I settled down on a desk and headed for the bathroom.

As I grabbed a paper towel the bathroom door was swung open.

A boy walked in, he was shorter than me by a foot or less, and he was skinny, he had his short caramel blonde hair on the side of his face with a swoosh, he had lots of bracelets, a pair of earrings and big black framed glasses.

He glanced at me from the mirror then walked past me.

I kept staring at him as he got in one of the stalls.

"Hipster" I mumbled and rolled my eyes.

I shrugged it off and finished cleaning up and headed back to class with the first warning ring.

***

The day crawled to an end and I found myself walking to the subway alone.

I sat down, waiting for the train to come, checking my clock every now and then.

"Hey, can I sit here?"

A voice said which had me lifting my head up. It was that hipster boy from the bathroom.

"Yeah sure." I scooted so he can sit.

"I believe we go to the same summer course." he said, his voice was higher than I expected but it was not irritating.

I nodded. "Bryce." I stretched my hand "Tyler." he shook my hand then let go.

An awkward silence had settled between us. But he decided to break it with even a weirder question.

"Have any tattoos?"

I shook my head. He pouted.

"Do you want any?" he asked playing with his watch.

"Perhaps, why, do you have any?" I asked although I could see his under his watch.

"Yeah, my horoscope's sign." he said and crooked a smile.

I smiled back at him and the train finally arrived.

"Are you coming?" I said standing up and swinging my bag from my shoulder.

"Nah, I'll wait for the next one, but nice to meet you Bryce." he smiled.

"Yeah, you too hope we meet again." I said just to be nice, he kind of gave me the creepy vibe.

I got on to the train and watched his figure disappear from the window.

****

The next day I threw my backpack to my desk and headed out to the hall, checking my phone constantly.

I felt someone linking his arm with mine. I looked down and it was Tyler.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Made any friends here yet?" he asked me, I shook my head.

"Only you I guess" he smiled again.

"Well I guess we have to hang out, wanna grab lunch together today?" he asked.

"I can't see why not." I said also smiling a little.

He nooded, "see you at lunch then"

I started to think maybe I could work things out with hi...

And with that he left me standing alone in the hallway.

The warning bell rang a few minutes later and I headed for the class.

The lunch came by quickly, we grabbed a bite with Tyler and talked a little, about bands, girls and tattoos, pfft.

"Ugh, I want a cigarette, wanna come?" he asked as we climbed down the stairs.

I was nervous, I disliked even the thought of smoking but I nodded anyway.

We left the building and walked across the road.

He took out a thin cigarette, but it in between his pink lips, he offered me one but I shook my head. He shrugged it off and lit his cigarette.

An awkward silence took over our conversations, I felt weird not talking but just staring at him.

His figures were simple, just a scrawny, hipster boy with different interests.

But I knew that wasn't it.

I found myself wanting to learn more about him as I traced my gaze on him.

He looked somehow troubled yet so carefree. Something was up and I feel I will learn it soon enough.

He took another breath from his cigarette before dropping the butt to the ground and stepping on it.

He coughed weakly and lifted his head to let our gazes meet, he had a smirk playing on his lips. He then swung his arm around my shoulder, looking sheepish.

We walked back to the building for the last lesson. He first winked then smiled at me before running off to his class.

It was awkward but I swear I felt something in my gut that made me pleasantly happy but also scared.